flutter just out of reach. Like, I want my clit touched now.
“Vic.” It’s the only sound I can make. His motherfucking name. “I hate you so good.”
“Too bad. I love you too much to let you go.” Victor slides out of me and then pulls me back with my hair, turning me around and lifting me onto the desk. One of my arms goes around his neck, the other slides between us to find my clit. He pumps into me as I rub myself into a frenzy, the feeling of my climax coming back twice as fierce as it was before. Oh, god, this is gonna be good …
“Mine.” Victor reaches between us and takes my wrist, stopping me from finishing myself. He pushes me back so that I’m lying flat on the desk, licks his pretty fingers and takes over my clit. At the same time, he keeps fucking me, leaving my hands free to push my shirt up so I can grab my own boobs. If only one of the other boys was here to take over this duty for me.
Group sex.
I want some of that. I just … need to figure out how to get Vic onboard with it.
My fingers knead my breasts as Vic finds the magic spot on my clitoris and uses my body’s natural lube to rub me just right. His cock stirs up that beautiful friction, and I just lose it. My back arches up off the table as a ragged groan rips from my throat, making my lids flutter, my body pulse.
“Oh, yeah, tell me who the king is,” Vic groans, pumping into me a few more times before he pulls out and comes all the fuck over me. Hot seed covers my belly and the cups of my lacy bra as I lie there and pant beneath him. Not sure that I could move if I wanted to right now.
“You piece of shit,” I whisper, but my muscles are jelly, and I couldn’t sit up if I wanted to. Vic leans over me, smirking like the cat who’s got the cream.
“I’m going to get you some fresh clothes,” he says, sliding his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket while they’re still hanging off his ass. “And then we’re going to tell those other assholes that we talked, and that I’ll allow you to fuck them.”
“You what?” I ask, trying and failing to sit up. I just … need a minute. Shit, he’s a fucking piece of work, but I love his ass more than is rational or even sane. “Seriously?”
“Mm.” Vic is still inside of me, his palm still on my belly. “But they aren’t going to get you pregnant. The deal is, you keep taking the pills. When we’re ready for kids, I get your womb first. It belongs to me.”
“Get the fuck off of me,” I growl, and he finally steps back with a laugh, watching me struggle to sit up and smirking, like he’s enjoying the fruits of his labors. “My womb belongs to me, you primal prick.” Victor just chuckles again and fixes his own pants.
“Yes, my queen,” he says, but not at all sincerely. And he wants to put a gun in my hand tonight? Huh. Not a very smart choice, if you ask me. “We have black sweatpants and hoodies for our little excursion tonight. One sec.” He points behind me, pulling the cigarette from his mouth with his other hand. “There’s a bathroom right in there, so you can get cleaned up.”
“I wish you the worst,” I growl at him, making a face as I look down at my breasts and my ruined pants. “And you owe me a shopping trip; these were my favorite pants.”
“Nothing less for my wife,” Vic agrees, winking at me before he exits the room, and I get up to pee. The very last thing I need is a UTI, and I’m seriously prone to them. If I have too much soda, I’ll get one. Add in dirty sex with a bunch of assholes? I’m not all about needing antibiotics, thank you.
Victor reappears shortly after, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorjamb while he watches me wipe myself down.
“Need help with your tits?” he asks, and I elbow him as hard as I can in the stomach. He grunts, but that’s about it. Doesn’t even double over. “Here.” Victor hands me a duffel bag, and I set it on the toilet, pulling out