Repent (The Disciples 3)

Strong hands grab me from behind as I go to scream, and yet I can’t because he’s covered my hand tightly over my mouth and jerks me back into his solid, warm body. Warm, spicy cinnamon rolls off him and into me and my body goes limp with relief.

“What the fuck are you doing here? And why are you watching Jason get blown?”EDGE

Seventeen years oldI pull her stiff body close to me and breathe in her candy scent.

“Dolly?” I nip her ear. Her breathing is labored even with her hand and mine covering her mouth. Thankfully the loud sucking of Austin blowing Jason covers us. I turn her around and drag her into a bedroom so that I can see her face.

“What the fuck are you doing here? I told you not to come.” I almost want to shake her. Her big bourbon eyes make me stop—they’re pooling with tears.

“Edge.” She throws her arms around me and I groan. Her full tits make me instantly hard as she sobs into my chest. With her small body, she tries to crawl up to my neck. I lift her up and, for a moment, close my eyes as I let her take me away.

Just Dolly and me, like I always wanted.

“I… I thought.” She hiccups and I wrap my hands in her thick, silky hair pulling her head back so I can see everything I need to see. Her love pours out of her and I can’t help myself; I lean down. Her lips are like velvet puffy clouds, which I could spend hours sucking. But I don’t have time for that. We never have time, especially not with her dad downstairs arguing with her mom.

So, I grab her, and our bodies hit the closed door of whoever’s room I’ve invaded as I claim her lips. As her head thuds back, I force my tongue into her mouth, and her tongue twists with mine. Lifting her legs, I wrap them around my hips and rub my throbbing, hard cock on her warm cunt; it’s covered only by her cotton panties.

“Oh God, I thought… you were cheating on me,” she sobs as I attack her neck.

A moment of guilt pricks my conscience, yet I brush it away. I’ve done nothing wrong. If anything, it’s Dolly I worry about.

“Why are you here?” She weighs nothing and with my hands on her ass, it’s easy to teach her how to rub against me. Her eyes are still filled with tears, but they change as I rub faster.

“How do you know how to do—”“Shh, no more questions.” It’s harsh, but I’m not liking her asking me this shit.

“But…” Her nails dig into my neck as my fingers pull her wet panties aside and I start to finger fuck her.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Look how wet you are.” She’s drenched and I insert a second one feeling her virgin pussy tighten around them.

“This is mine,” I grunt into her puffy lips as her eyes glaze over in pleasure.

“Kiss me,” she groans and I claim her lips and allow myself the fantasy of being able to sink my cock inside her instead of my fingers. Not yet though. I have to wait until her fucking old man gives his blessing. Either that or until she turns eighteen.

She follows my lead as my tongue takes hers and my wet fingers rub her clit, no longer thrusting, but rubbing since I have no idea how much time we have.

“I love you,” she screams as my fingers make her small, juicy clit contract. Her legs tighten and for a split second, I almost unzip my cock and let myself slide deep inside my girl.

Edge and Dolly, it’s who we are. Instead, I take her lips and let her ride out her orgasm, watching every emotion on her beautiful face.

She blinks and in seconds her contented expression turns to one of confusion and then distrust.

“What the fuck, Dolly?” I reach around to unlock her legs, causing her to drop to the ground.

“How? I need answers.” She shakes her head and traces her lips with her fingers.

I’m done. I’m pissed. And my cock is leaking and so uncomfortable I want to put my fist through a door.

“You have no clue, no clue what you are even talking about.” I cage her in so that she can see how serious I am.

“All I do is support your decision to have the most pathetic and shitty friends alive. I support your old man’s wishes to prove myself before I can even be with you, and all I get is this shit?” I stare at her as her eyes fill with tears again.

“I didn’t know… I know I’m busy, but it’s for us.” She reaches up to touch my stomach and I pull back as if she’s burned me. In a way, she has. Every day, she tortures me with her scent, her smile, her very being.