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“May I show you?”
Heat seeps through me, congregating in my cock. It swells and stiffens as she reaches for me.
I grab her hand. “I didn’t tell you yes.”
Her eyes hold mine.
I can’t help smiling; I try to disguise it as a smirk.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Leah eases me on my back and lifts my hard cock up. She positions herself over me and spreads her slick lips over my head. Then she grabs onto my hips and sinks slowly down on me.
“Leah. Oh fuck,” I groan roughly.
“I’m going to ride you,” she says.
Through my dark lashes, I can see her wicked grin.
Her hand runs over my abs as she lifts her ass in the air again and again, riding my dick like she owns it. She reaches behind her ass and under, grasping my balls and tugging just enough to make me ache.
It feels good.
“Fuck me.” Like a lot of times before the pain starts, anxiety kick-starts inside me… I try to push it down and start to thrust up under her.
I grab her arms, pulling her down over me, so I can have more control over the trajectory of my cock and how it rubs her as I punch in and out.
She shudders, and I groan a little.
She leans over farther, so the head of my dick rubs the side of her smooth, hot channel. She uses her thighs a little more, rising and falling on me, making me so damn hard.
Her breasts press against my chest. Her hands grip my pecs, squeezing lightly. Her fingers find my nipples.
I feel my cock grow even harder. Thicker. I can feel my balls squeeze up, throbbing in anticipation of pain. She said she would give me pain. What will she do this time?
She pushes her chest against mine and sits up a little, moving her hand toward my throat like she’s going to try that. She spreads her fingers over my collarbone, and I feel my dick throb in anticipation of the fear and pain I know will come if she’s brave enough to wedge her hand against my throat.
But Leah changes things.
Just as she starts to press down with her hand, she lifts it up. Her eyes flicker over mine, and then she grabs my wrists and pushes them over my head. Her hand tightens around them, pressing my wrists against the mattress as she finds my nipple with her teeth and bites, so hard I blow my load inside her, barking out my pleasure—and the pain.
I try to pull my wrist away, but her grip is tight. She’s coming, too, seconds behind me. I try to lie there while she finishes. Try to ignore the sensation of having my wrist touched; no one ever touches it but this is Leah.
I watch her face as pleasure flickers over it in waves.
Come on, Leah…
I grit my teeth and jerk my wrists out of her grasp. I try to, but she won’t let go. Not fast enough.
She doesn’t know, but every pain that I enjoy is nothing in comparison to this.
*
Lucas
Fourteen Years Ago
The warehouse is the last one on a row, at the back of an old, abandoned factory district in Las Vegas.
Inside, at night, it’s even creepier than the shit-hole it is during the day. I’ve been here a few times in the past few months, all for shit like this, but tonight is different.
Tonight, through the back door, the one that leads to the old kitchen, there’s a challenge. An initiation task. This is the last one.
I stand there in my black pants and my black sweatshirt. My face is covered by a hood, only my eyes and mouth visible to the guys around me who are soon to be my Brothers; fellow Raiders.
In the last few years, this gang has taken over every school in Vegas, and at my school, it’s especially prominent.
Standing there with my arms folded in front of me, lined up with the other five in my clan, facing Steven W., our leader, I feel sick inside. I wish so much that I had chosen something different.
I wish that I’d been brave enough, selfless enough, to tell Shelly ‘no’ when she asked eight months ago if I wanted to live with her.
I did—I do want to; I love it, but when she finds out I joined a gang, it’s going to kill her. I know she’ll feel
Heat seeps through me, congregating in my cock. It swells and stiffens as she reaches for me.
I grab her hand. “I didn’t tell you yes.”
Her eyes hold mine.
I can’t help smiling; I try to disguise it as a smirk.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Leah eases me on my back and lifts my hard cock up. She positions herself over me and spreads her slick lips over my head. Then she grabs onto my hips and sinks slowly down on me.
“Leah. Oh fuck,” I groan roughly.
“I’m going to ride you,” she says.
Through my dark lashes, I can see her wicked grin.
Her hand runs over my abs as she lifts her ass in the air again and again, riding my dick like she owns it. She reaches behind her ass and under, grasping my balls and tugging just enough to make me ache.
It feels good.
“Fuck me.” Like a lot of times before the pain starts, anxiety kick-starts inside me… I try to push it down and start to thrust up under her.
I grab her arms, pulling her down over me, so I can have more control over the trajectory of my cock and how it rubs her as I punch in and out.
She shudders, and I groan a little.
She leans over farther, so the head of my dick rubs the side of her smooth, hot channel. She uses her thighs a little more, rising and falling on me, making me so damn hard.
Her breasts press against my chest. Her hands grip my pecs, squeezing lightly. Her fingers find my nipples.
I feel my cock grow even harder. Thicker. I can feel my balls squeeze up, throbbing in anticipation of pain. She said she would give me pain. What will she do this time?
She pushes her chest against mine and sits up a little, moving her hand toward my throat like she’s going to try that. She spreads her fingers over my collarbone, and I feel my dick throb in anticipation of the fear and pain I know will come if she’s brave enough to wedge her hand against my throat.
But Leah changes things.
Just as she starts to press down with her hand, she lifts it up. Her eyes flicker over mine, and then she grabs my wrists and pushes them over my head. Her hand tightens around them, pressing my wrists against the mattress as she finds my nipple with her teeth and bites, so hard I blow my load inside her, barking out my pleasure—and the pain.
I try to pull my wrist away, but her grip is tight. She’s coming, too, seconds behind me. I try to lie there while she finishes. Try to ignore the sensation of having my wrist touched; no one ever touches it but this is Leah.
I watch her face as pleasure flickers over it in waves.
Come on, Leah…
I grit my teeth and jerk my wrists out of her grasp. I try to, but she won’t let go. Not fast enough.
She doesn’t know, but every pain that I enjoy is nothing in comparison to this.
*
Lucas
Fourteen Years Ago
The warehouse is the last one on a row, at the back of an old, abandoned factory district in Las Vegas.
Inside, at night, it’s even creepier than the shit-hole it is during the day. I’ve been here a few times in the past few months, all for shit like this, but tonight is different.
Tonight, through the back door, the one that leads to the old kitchen, there’s a challenge. An initiation task. This is the last one.
I stand there in my black pants and my black sweatshirt. My face is covered by a hood, only my eyes and mouth visible to the guys around me who are soon to be my Brothers; fellow Raiders.
In the last few years, this gang has taken over every school in Vegas, and at my school, it’s especially prominent.
Standing there with my arms folded in front of me, lined up with the other five in my clan, facing Steven W., our leader, I feel sick inside. I wish so much that I had chosen something different.
I wish that I’d been brave enough, selfless enough, to tell Shelly ‘no’ when she asked eight months ago if I wanted to live with her.
I did—I do want to; I love it, but when she finds out I joined a gang, it’s going to kill her. I know she’ll feel
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