"You like it rough?" He leaned forward to whisper in my ear. When I hummed my agreement, he slapped his hand down on my ass so hard it stung.
I cried out again. He slapped me once, twice, harder each time. Hard enough that tears sprang to my eyes, but I didn't pull away.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back, holding them with one hand while he pounded into me.
"Tell me you hate this," he whispered. "Tell me you hate me."
I turned my face as Cass knelt down in front of Boner and took the Englishman's cock between his lips.
"I hate you," I told Jules. "I hate this."
"Do you want me to stop?" His voice was gravelly with lust.
“No," I said. Apparently that was the wrong answer. He slapped my ass again. Harder still.
"Yes," I said pleadingly. "I want you to stop."
I didn't want him to stop, not for a moment. If this was his game, I was here to play it.
"Beg me," he insisted.
I blinked away real tears and looked back at him. "Please. Please stop."
The grin he gave me was brutal, as brutal as the pounding he was giving my pussy.
He leaned forward and whispered, "I'm not going to fucking stop. You deserve this. You deserve everything I give you. You'rea fucking whore. You should be on your fucking knees all day. Like the bitch whore you are."
I moaned again. His dirty talk was driving me towards a third orgasm.
"Please," I said again, this time begging him to keep going. To fuck me hard so I could come again.
Still holding my wrist with one hand, he grabbed a fistful of hair in the other, dragging my head back and driving harder into me.
"The first time I saw you, I knew you were a slut," he said harshly. "Is there anyone you wouldn't spread your legs for?"
"Yes," I cried out. "I wouldn't spread them for you."
He barked a vicious laugh and pounded into me until I came for a third time, harder and higher than the last two. Screaming out his name until my throat was raw.
He slammed into me a couple more times before, letting out a roar of his own and coming inside me. The salt of his cum stung my skin, reminding me I was alive.
When he finally released my hair, I flopped down, pressing my cheek against the couch cushion and trying to clear my mind.
While I panted, Boner came, Cass stroking his cock with his lips and tongue.
Jules sagged down over me and gathered me up in his arms like an apology. "Are you okay?" he said in my ear, so only I could hear.
"Better than okay," I assured him. "It was perfect."
"Does Archer have a bath that doesn't have acid?" he asked, although he knew the answer. He'd been living here for the last six months, along with the rest of us. After the attack, we hadn't talked about it; we just hadn't left.
I laughed softly. "As a matter of fact…"
Just as well. I could do with one right now.
CHAPTER 8
BONER
