Emmett: Bad girls get spankings.
Shepard: And no orgasms.
Me: That’s okay. I met someone last night, and he gave me enough orgasms to last a lifetime. I’m actually still with him.
I bet they’re roaring mad. Serves them right for being overbearing jackasses.
Shepard: You wouldn’t give our pussy away.
I scoff. “I swear the absolute gall of these men.”
My fingers fly over the screen, stabbing the virtual letter keys harder than necessary. Bantering with them is invigorating. It’s been the highlight of my summer thus far.
Me: I don’t remember giving the Wilder men ownership of my pussy.
I’m so lying and they know it. I’ve given each of themownershipof my feminine tidbits while being fucked senseless. They can’t hold that against me, though. As I stated before, sex talk means absolutely zilch.
Beau: You don’t?
A millisecond later, Beau calls my cell phone. I promptly decline the call, but the man is tenacious if nothing else. He calls two more times.
“Give it a rest already,” I grumble, rolling my eyes.
I wait on bated breath for more text messages or phone calls to come, but minutes pass and nothing.
“I guess that’s it,” I say, feeling a twinge of disappointment.
Everything about them is no-holds-barred. They make me feel less alone in this world, but it’s all a ruse. Despite their claims, I’m just another notch in the family belt. My happily ever after isn’t going to be with them. I need to move on, put my foot down where they’re concerned, but my defenses crumble against their magical touches.
My phone dings, sending my pulse into overdrive. I hurriedly check the group text and see that Beau sent a video. The miniature thumbnail is a distorted blob, making it impossible to discern what I’m looking at.
“What do we have here?” I grin, pressing the play icon.
Recognition instantly hits me. The cream marble footboard, the matching dresser, the abstract canvas hanging on the wall… that’s my bedroom, and that’s my ass in the air. I had no idea he was recording our intimate moment.Sneaky bastard.Nonetheless, my riveted gaze is fixated on the screen.
“Your pussy good as fuck, Sweet Peach,” Beau rasps, pounding into me from behind. “Every velvet curve clings to my cock like a second skin.”
“I want you to fill me up,” I whimper desperately. “Please, Beau. I want my body overflowing with your cum.”
“Then show me,” he demands, his hand whipping across my bottom. “Throw that ass back on my dick and promise me you’ll be my forever slut.”
“Forever and always,” I moan, meeting his feral thrusts. “I promise to only be a slut for you.”
“For all of us,” Beau growls, connecting with my backside again. “We own you. No other man will ever touch you again.Do you understand me?”
“Yes!” I wail, my fingers gripping the damp sheets in a vise hold. “I belong to you… all of you.”
“Fuck, Sweet Peach,” he groans. “Good girl. Take my seed deep inside your wet paradise.”
Beau slips out of my body and zooms the camera on my dripping center. I lick my lips, enamored by the sight of his thick cum trickling from my raw opening. The clip ends, leaving me a breathless mess. His cock stretched my pussy impossibly wide. It was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in my life. I could barely accommodate his oversized erection. Still, recording me without my knowledge was a shitty thing to do. I quickly type out a condemning text.
Me: You’re a disgusting pig! How dare you record me without my permission!!!
Beau: Is your pussy wet right now?
Shepard: You know it is lol
“Grr!” I exclaim. “How is it possible to be this damn cocky?”
