Hammer rips his fingers from my pussy and shoves them in his mouth, licking them like someone would lick frosting off their finger. He brings his lips back down onto mine and I taste my sweetness on his tongue. It only heats me up even more, and then he’s shoving himself inside me as he kisses me.
My pussy’s already primed and ready for him, aching for his cock to please me in the ways I’ve been dreaming about. He grinds his cock deep inside me, and even though he’s got a massive dick, I don’t mind the way it slams against my cervix every time he slides into me.
He grabs onto my leg and hikes it up more, giving himself deeper access, but I swear if he keeps driving his cock into me like this, I’m going to break in half. Don’t get me wrong, it’s phenomenal, but fuck.
Hammer starts pulling his cock out and slowly sliding it inside me, arching his hips just a tad and volts of electricity shoot through my body. He’s rubbing against my G-spot again and I’m moments from release.
He pulls his lips away from mine and looks directly into my eyes, “I wanna coat your pussy with my seed. I wanna fuckin’ watch it drip out of you and then I wanna make you come in my mouth. Fuck, now I gotta taste and I don’t wanna stop.”
At his words, my body immediately reacts and I throw my head back while digging my nails into his flesh. I bite on my lip, remembering we’re at the club and I don’t want any sort of audience, but hell, we could already have one for that matter.
“Fuckin’ hell, Shi. This pussy of yours is perfect, fuckin’ perfect!” Hammer hisses as his own release rushes through him.
Goddammit. It’s moments like these where I wish we made our feelings known beforehand. Imagine all the amazing sex I could’ve been having.
At least I won’t have any shortage of it now, and I think it’s safe to say I’ll never need to charge my battery-operated boyfriend ever again.
Chapter Eighteen
I don’t need magic. I need your arms around me at 3:29 in the morning when the dark is too much. I need you to be real when nothing else is.
~ A. R. Asher
Shiloh
Hot and heavy breaths on my neck as his hand’s wrapped around my mouth. Tears seep from my eyes, but after a while, they’ll stop. They always do. I’m fifteen and this isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last. Even now, I know it to be true. I know I’m condemned to this life until I’m at least eighteen, but how am I supposed to make it that long? How am I supposed to keep coming home every day when the monster lives in my house?
My groin area burns and I let out a whimper, but he doesn’t care. “Shut the fuck up, or I’ll tell your mother everything you’ve done,” he hisses out with a cold voice. He’s told me what he’ll do, how he’d say I came onto him, how he’d tell her I wouldn’t leave him alone and I threatened to tell my mom he was raping me when he wasn’t. How he was scared and didn’t know what to do. He came up with the most fucked up excuse and twisted it to suit his needs, but knowing my mother, whichever story he came up with, she’d believe.
She’s never taken me seriously, not once. Not when my uncle Chris tried to help me, not when teachers said I was withdrawn. Not once. Never has she asked me if I’m okay. She might even know about what he’s doing right now. The only way I can ever survive this is by thinking about something else, whether it’s school, or sports, or my cat. I can’t think about the things he does to me.
He digs his nails into my hips and I whimper, but I shouldn’t have made a sound. My stepfather is quick to pull his fist back and knock it into the side of my jaw. I’m sure it’ll leave a bruise, but he’ll tell my mom a soccer ball hit me in the face. He’s the one who drives me to my practices, so it would make sense. My brother’s at football practice and my half-siblings are already at home with the babysitter. None of them know what’s happening to me. They probably don’t even have a clue.
“You stupid bitch, you learn to take what I give you,” he snarls as he slams his cock in and out of me like I’m one of those blow-up sex dolls I’ve heard Brody’s friends talk about.
He grabs me by the back of the head and shoves my head onto the floor of our family minivan. Hints of cleat sweat and the stench of old chicken nuggets hit my nostrils. He holds me down with one hand and his fingers dig into my hip even further.
I try not to cry out, but his nails burn. They burn so badly and I can’t help when a cry passes my lips.
“Fuck!” he snarls, yanking his dick from me. “I fucking told you to keep your ass quiet. Haven’t I?! As a matter of fact, maybe I need to show you what happens if you don’t.” I don’t know what he means by his words, though the moment he rams himself into my other hole, I know all too well. I even know not to make a sound, or he’ll make it hurt worse than it already does.
Tears fill my eyes as he shoves himself in and out of me and I stare at the interior of the van, praying this will all be over soon enough. It won’t. It never is.
I jolt awake and rush out of bed, sweat covering my face. As a matter of fact, it’s covering my entire body.
“Shi, you okay, baby?” Hammer questions me in a
