and when they pulled out of me, their cum splashed onto the table.
“Wow, look at that,” Colt said, “we filled her up good.”
I wanted to hate them. I wanted to yell obscenities at them, but all I could do was to keep crying, because my body liked it, and my mind had found something very arousing about all this, which meant I was a slut, I was broken, and I was a toy to be used. I could feel the slick, sticky puddle beneath my ass, and I had this insane instinct to rub my body into it. God, I was filthy. How could I have such thoughts? How right Jack had been! I needed a firm hand to keep me under control, to keep me decent and normal.
“You know what?” Brooks said, startling me from my thoughts. “Maybe I could use a distraction.”
He extinguished the cigarette in the overflowing ashtray, which probably meant I had been getting fucked like that for a long time, and he began unbuckling his pants.
Oh God…
No…
Yes…
Seven
Brooks
I untied her first. When I pulled her off the table, she slumped into my arms. Her body was spent, but her wounds looked better. The bruises had started to fade, and scars had replaced the cuts and scratches. I looked over at Colt and cocked an eyebrow. He’d spent the most time with her. He grinned at me and shrugged. Well, okay then. It seemed that Colt had a thing for her. He was acting all tough and cruel when we were around, but while he’d been all alone with her, he’d literally liked her wounds. Who would’ve thought? Colt caring about a human female… Too bad Rosalie was the wrong human female.
I took her jaw in my big, rough hand, and forced her to look at me. Her eyes were almost closed. If I didn’t move fast, she was going to fall asleep in my arms.
“You’ll pay for what you did,” I said between gritted teeth.
“I didn’t do anything,” she whispered. “How many times do I have to tell you? She drove into me. I’m sorry that she died. I truly am. But it wasn’t my fault, I swear.”
“I’ll be the one to decide whose fault it was,” I growled.
I pushed her to the floor, face first, and climbed onto her. She was tiny underneath me. I was big, with wide shoulders, my back and my arms ripped from working for years, from early morning to sundown, operating heavy machinery and carrying wood. I spread her legs and shoved my hand between them, searching for her wetness. She was soaked, of course. Not only in her own juices, but also in Lincoln’s and Colt’s seed. They’d fucked her good. And she’d enjoyed it. I’d smoked cigarette after cigarette trying to control my own animalistic urges as my friends had given her orgasm after orgasm. My eyes had been locked on her face. There was no doubt that she’d craved their cocks, and now that she was under me, she wasn’t even struggling anymore. I pushed two fingers into her pussy, and she moaned and bucked her hips.
“You like that, don’t you? You’re a whore, Rosalie Olsen.”
“I’m not…” She didn’t sound too convinced.
“You’ll full of cum. Too full for me. I could fuck your mouth, but I’m not as brave as Lincoln.” I moved onto my knees, snuck an arm under her belly, and pulled her up, so her ass would be in the air and her back arched. I spread her cheeks and circled her virgin hole with one finger. She tensed up. “Shh… You’re going to like this.”
“Please…”
“Please… what?”
“Don’t hurt me.”
I grinned. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”
She’d fought Lincoln and Colt when they’d tried to have anal sex with her, but she wasn’t fighting me now. She was either too exhausted, or she’d gotten curious after they’d both put their dicks in her cunt at the same time. If that had felt good, why not this?
Before I pushed my finger in, I leaned over her, reached around, and shoved it in her mouth.
“Suck.”
She obeyed. For a minute, she swirled her tongue around the digit, making me so hard that I could barely hold myself back. I’d gotten rid of my pants earlier, but not my shirt. There was no point. I was just going to fuck her hard and fast, then go back to my business. When my finger was sufficiently coated, I pulled it out of her sinful mouth and placed it at