Page 57 of Brutal Callous Heir


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Forced her to her knees. Bent her over the dresser. Throw her to the bed. Or I could have just fucked her right there and then against the wall. Take exactly what my body was craving.

Just one brutal and hard fuck to get her the hell out of my system.

That’s all it’ll take.

It’s all it ever takes.

I’ve had good pussy. Fucking great pussy. But by the time I stick my dick into it, I’m bored of the person it’s attached to.

It’ll be the same with Raine.

So why didn’t you just take her?

Use her and dismiss her like all the others.

I hit the stairs, taking two at a time as I lift my fingers, breathing in her scent.

My cock is still rock hard and desperate to sink deep inside of her and that move certainly doesn’t fucking help.

So sweet.

Pushing them past my lips, I suck, desperate for another taste of her. Anything.

I storm into my room, slamming my door so hard behind me I wouldn’t be surprised if it shook this ancient building’s foundations.

Dragging my bedside table drawer open with way too much force, the entire thing crashes to the floor sending condoms, lube and a few baggies of all sorts sprawling across the floor.

“Fuck it,” I bark, reaching for the biggest bottle of lube and taking it with me to the bathroom.

Slamming it down on the counter, I strip out of my clothes before slathering a more than generous amount of lube down my cock and wrapping my hand around myself.

A loud groan falls from my lips as I hold myself tight and start moving exactly as I like.

It’s good. But it’s not that fucking good.

It’s not her heat, her wetness, her tightness.

Fuck was she tight.

You’re a fucking moron, Theo. She could have been either choking on or strangling your dick with her cunt right now if you stayed.

“NO,” I roar, my pace increasing with my need to blow off some of this desperation.

Sweat beads across my brow, every muscle in my body is locked up tight as I replay those moments with my fingers inside her in her room over and over.

Her little moans and begs for more repeats continuously in my mind as I bring myself to the edge.

“Fuck. Fuck… Fuuuck,” I cry as my release slams into me. My cock jerks in my hand, adding a decent amount of cum to the pile of lube that’s already covering the floor.

You’ll probably break your neck on that mess later, prick.

Ignoring it, I walk around the spillage and turn the shower on, needing to wash her scent from my body.

I turn the dial up and step under the burning hot water.

Pain surges through me, the need to step away is almost too much to bear but I force myself to endure it before turning it in the other direction and blasting myself with cold, willing it to fix me.

To stop me from wanting her.

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