bring my lips to her neck and start kissing and sucking at her delicate skin. She tastes like heaven. I grunt into her neck as I thrust inside her, each thrust going a little deeper.
“Tell me again this is nothin’, Whitley. Fuckin’ tell me!” I roar against her as I plunge even deeper still.
“Mason, you know what this is,” she pants.
The harder I thrust the more I need her to realize how wrong she is. This is something. This is more than she wants to admit it is. It has been since the very first day when I fucked her in the alley. We both know it, so why the fuck is she trying to deny it?
“Such a little slut Whitley. You fuck me like a little whore. Keep doin’ that.”
Grunting with each thrust, she tightens around me. Fuck, I could get used to feeling her just like this. I bite into her neck just as Whit lets out a scream. Her pussy strangles my dick as her body goes taut. She comes roughly while screaming my name. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. The sound of my name coming from her perfect fucking lips. I unload inside of her, letting her have everything in me. Without pulling out of her I turn and walk us into her room. Both of us are panting for air and sated. When I get to her bed I pull out and lay her down, her overly fucked body looks so goddamn perfect on display for me. Climbing into the bed next to her I pull her into my arms and sigh. This is what contentment feels like. It has to be. I’ve never felt this before in my life.
“There was more than one guy,” she says so softly I almost don’t hear her.
“What do you mean?” I ask knowing, but needing to hear her say it.
“Alvaro. He took me to his place. There were a bunch of guys there. I thought he was having a party at first. What I didn’t know at the time was that I was the only entertainment.”
The words come out of her mouth and my body coils up tight. I don’t know that I can handle hearing this shit. I need to hear it so that I can handle this the right way but fuck me, this is going to kill me.
“What… What happened?”
Forcing the words out of my mouth is harder than I thought it would be. It’s not like this is shit the guys and I haven’t done in the past, but this is different. This is Whit we’re talking about. This girl is mine, and whatever I need to do to make this right I fucking will.
“We were drinking a lot. Alvaro called me over to him. At first I thought it was what Alvaro wanted. I thought that I was making him happy, but when they were all finished, he looked at me like I was the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen. He told me he had to go back to Cuba and that he wasn’t taking me. He said I was nothing more than a common whore to let that many men fuck me the way they did. I thought he loved me. Hell I even thought I loved him. When Armando offered the deal I took it. I thought, ‘What the fuck?’ Might as well have a round with the Columbian drug lord, but when he walked me into that warehouse and I saw the other men it all came rushing back to me.”
Her words are like a knife slicing through my skin. It aches. It bleeds. It fucking hurts. I want to curl her up in my arms and stop the pain, but I can’t. They aren’t my wounds. They’re hers and that’s what makes it even worse.
“Your hair?” I ask taking a deep breath.
“They liked to pull it. Assholes kept saying I had the hair of a good whore. After you left me in that hospital, I just couldn’t take it. The faces, the words, what they did, it just all kept creeping back. I couldn’t change what they did to me, but I could change what they liked about me. I cut it all off and thought that it would help end the fucking nagging voices in the back of my mind telling me how good of a whore I was for them.”
“Did it work?” I ask as Whit looks up at me and I see her