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She cries out, her eyes brimming with tears when I force myself deeper, though it feels like there’s a solid block in front of my cock. I’m opening her for the first time, opening a path.
“Rylan, stop,” she whimpers. “You’re hurting me.”
“Good,” I growl. I shove as hard as I can, trying to get into her. I don’t feel a hymen, but she’s so tight I can barely get in all the way. When I’m buried to the hilt, I have to stop and draw a shaking breath, because I want to cum right now. I’m inside her now, all the way in. Relief pours into me that she was telling the truth, and I start to feel how good it is, the iron grip of her hot cunt around me, the first time I’ve ever been inside a girl. I’ve dreamed of this since I was thirteen, pictured our first time together.
I could have fucked someone else. Even lame-ass high school bands have lame-ass groupies, chicks who dig guys with guitars. But I didn’t. I waited for Gloria so it would be fucking special.
“I’ll be back every day to remind you,” I tell her, beginning to move on her. “To collect what’s been denied to me for the last two years. What you owe.”
I draw back and thrust into her again with each sentence, trying to get the tears to spill from the corners of her eyes. Her lashes flutter, her chin digging into my arm, and I ease off her chest. I’m getting what I came for, what I’m owed. She can never take this back. I took her virginity. It’s mine now. I’ll always be her first, and nothing will ever change that. Taking her this way is my revenge for all the pain she caused me.
I drive into her again and again, but her tears sink back into her eyes instead of spilling. I look down and see blood on my cock when I pull out, and I feel myself losing control. She really was a virgin. Really mine.
I stab into her hard and fast, about to cum, and then I hear footsteps and a gasp. I look up, and there’s one of her twin sisters, all grown up now. She’s not a little girl with a silly crush on me, like she used to be. She looks like Gloria but a little shorter and curvier, and she’s wearing a short schoolgirl skirt and heels. Her eyes go wide, and she stands frozen while I plunge my bare cock into her sister.
It’s perfect. The ultimate betrayal. Not just to use Gloria like a whore, but to cum inside her while I look at someone else, like she’s not even here. And not just anyone, but one of her own sisters. The thought of hurting her in an even deeper way undoes me. I can’t hold back another moment. I watch her sister’s pretty lips fall open, and then our eyes meet, and I cum hard and deep inside Gloria.
five
Rumor Has It… A certain trio of blonde beauties have it all. If the first week of school is any indication, the sisters remain atop the throne for the third year in a row. How lucky can one family get?
Gloria Walton
Rylan collapses on top of me, and I wince, struggling to adjust my position so he’s not bruising my tits. I pinch my lips together, forcing myself to stay still. I can feel his heart beating, can smell the tang of his sweat. It’s funny how you can love even the smell of someone’s sweat when you want them enough. I used to draw hearts in the mist on his back as we sat under the umbrellas by the pool, wanting to lick up every dew drop from his pale skin. Now, his sweat smells like a stranger’s.
I hear a soft giggle and look over to see my sisters standing in the doorway together, holding onto each other. I glare at them, and they start whispering. Eleanor gingerly tiptoes in, widens her eyes, and casts a glance out at the hall. Then she scrunches her shoulders and her face up at once, drawing the door closed as she backs out of the room.
I close my eyes in relief. At least I’m not exposed when I’m so raw, so vulnerable. I have time to collect myself, to put myself back together and put on the smile my mother expects when I go down to dinner. The freedom of June Bug doesn’t extend to the house. This belongs to Mom, not me. The car is my sacred space, a bubble that only encompasses one vehicle. There, I can be the girl I am inside the layers of makeup and lacquer and diamond that form my impenetrable shell. There, I am a butterfly out of her cocoon.
Here, I am a trespasser, a counterfeit, trying to convince the house’s owner that I can pass for the real thing.
I’m glad Rylan doesn’t speak after he finishes, that he lies on top of me without pushing up to look at my face. I know it’s a mess. My lips are trembling, and I’m fighting tears.
Get over it, you stupid bitch. Crying is ugly. Do you want to be uglier than you already are?
Finally, when I’ve gotten my face under control and found my anchor in the heavy iron chunk in my chest, I push at Rylan’s shoulder.
He doesn’t move. I’m about to say something when the deadweight on top of me lets out a soft snore.
Fuck. He passed out on me.
I shove at his shoulder again, but it barely budges. I have to squirm and fight my way out from under him, biting down on my lip so I don’t whimper at the pain between my thighs when I drag myself off his dick. It’s soft now, and the sensation of it sliding out of me along with a flood of cum is revolting. I climb off the bed, holding my breath and moving as carefully as possible. He stirs, and I freeze. His lips move slightly in his sleep, and his hand twitches.
It strikes me that we didn’t even kiss.
I shudder and pull up my underwear, trying not to gag at the grimy stickiness between my legs. Then I look down at the boy I never thought I’d see again, my first love, my first kiss. The boy I’ve built up in my mind, made perfect when seen through the rose-tinted lens of memory. The boy who was always supposed to remain gentle, romantic, and as pure as our love that made my teeth hurt it was so sweet.
Through the minefield of the past two years, he was the one thing that never changed, the one constant. As long as Rylan Woods existed in my heart, there was good somewhere out there in the world, even when I couldn’t see it in my own world.
But of course he’s changed. He’s a human being, not a memory. He’s no more the person in my past than I am. We’re no longer squishy caterpillars, vulnerable and defenseless, waiting to be scooped up by the fierce talons of passing time.
I take a slow breath, forcing down the ache in my throat. This feels like a dream, but I’m the one who’s awake while he sleeps. He looks almost the same—taller and lankier, with longer hair peeking out the bottom of his black beanie. His nails sport chipped black polish, and he has a piercing in his left eyebrow and snakebite piercings in his lip, but that’s not the change that strikes me in the heart. It was the hatred in his eyes, the stark contrast to the last time he looked at me, at the bottom of the stairs of our Savannah home.
I’ve played that moment in my mind a thousand times, swearing to myself I would keep my promise, that I would return to him as soon as I graduate and can leave home.
He’s my reason.
I could endure this ifthatwas waiting. The memory of his loving arms comforted me after the unbreakable grip of Baron’s crushed me into nothing. The memory of his gentle touch soothed the ache of agony inside me after taking a pounding from Royal. The memory of his sweet kiss reassured me when I gave in to Duke’s relentless mouth that had something to prove, even if it was just to himself, so he could believe he wasn’t as bad as the others.
