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The blood landed on the ground, and the red spots seeped into the dirty soil.

That’s when I swore.

I swore that for every single drop of my blood spilled, I would spill a sea of blood from my tormentors.

Chapter 3

Eli

My lips close over her firm nipple. She trembles, making quiet, whimpering sounds. My hand massages her other breast.

Wearing a red top, her breasts looked stunning. Full and firm. I’m quite disappointed they’re not real, like the toupee on Uncle Reynold’s head. After the number of women who’ve warmed my bed at night, I should be an expert. Know better. Well… everyone can make a mistake at some point.

Despite this little slip-up—in fact, two slip-ups—I keep going. There’s no way this is going to discourage me.

Her body arches as I move my mouth back to her neck. Stacy or Macy, whatever the hell her name is, lets out a loud moan when I suck a sensitive spot below her ear.

Positioning myself snugly between her thighs I grab one knee and lift it up. The enthusiastic student puts it over my hip. Her other leg knows how to move.

My hips meet hers with small thrusts. Whenever the head of my dick hits her clit, she rewards me with more moans. She’s responsive, I’ll give her that. Just a little… Fake.

To prepare myself, I close my eyes and aim to get in the mood. There’s something not quite right, though I can’t pinpoint what it is.

It should be good.

There’s a warm body, a tension; it’s all there.

And yet I feel nothing.

My goal is to ignore it. This isn’t a fairytale affair. We both understand why we’re here.

With another thrust, I enter her. All the way. She’s warm, soft, and…

Fuck! She’s not as tight as I imagined, but hey, you can’t have everything. Can you?

Okay. It’ll be fine. Focus, asshole!

My eyelids rise, and Stacy/Macy watches me from beneath a fan of lashes. Her eyes are hazy, cheeks rosy, and her lips half open. The rise and fall of her chest is a constant, measured movement, while her fake breasts stay inert.

I brush her damp bangs off her forehead.

Why is she already so sweaty? For God’s sake, I’ve only thrust six times all the way to the hilt, and she’s melting beneath me like discounted ice cream.

Fine. Forget it, Eli.

So I gaze at the throbbing artery on her neck, throbbing like crazy, and push in deeper.

“Eli, you’re so fucking good,” she blurts out between moans. “And so big!”

My body freezes. Her blue eyes don’t break contact with mine. I don’t know what I’m looking for in them, but whatever it is, it’s not there.

You can’t be serious. Free online porn offers greater creativity.

Frustration creeps under my skin like poison. This was supposed to be a relaxing hookup, yet it’s anything but.

Is it possible that I’m the one with the problem?

Either way, the pissed-off animal inside me places a hand on the girl’s neck, squeezing, though not enough to hurt her.