Repent (The Disciples 3)

“Holy fuck.” I reach for him, my nails digging into his pants, which are now down to his hips. He pounds into me from behind.

“So good, Dolly… you make me feel so good.” His breathing is harsh as he pumps into me. His strong hand reaches for my hair as he jerks me up to his chest and shoves his fingers into my mouth.

“This is mine too, now suck.” I do. I suck and my tongue swirls around the two fingers he used to get me off.

“Edge?” It’s a whine and a whimper and he laughs.

“I feel your greedy pussy wanting to come. So. Fucking. Tight,” he grunts in my ear.

“Yes.” I’m almost breathless because I’m going to come. The pleasure is too much. I can’t stop myself, no matter how hard I try.

“Breathe, Dolly.”

I bite onto his fingers as I try not to come, but I’m spilling over, my core is clenching and pulsing. Edge takes his fingers out of my mouth and whispers, “Cum.”

I scream, “Thank you,” as my body spasms on him. I come so hard I’m lightheaded. He doesn’t give me time to catch my breath. Just turns me and pushes me to my knees. His slick, giant cock is right in front of my mouth as I reach for him.

“Mine.” He reaches for my neck. His strong hand squeezes as my panic starts to rise.

“Dolly,” he hisses, and my eyes bolt to his. “This neck is mine.” His other hand jerks his slick cock. “Troy is gone. This neck belongs to me.” He squeezes more as I start to see white dots. “Now breathe.” He releases me as I gasp in a deep breath.

He lifts my chin. “No one will ever hurt you.” My eyes blink away the dots. The moonlight shines on his large, strong hands and I watch him jerk himself fast and rough.

“Yeah…” His body spasms and warm semen pulses out of him landing on my neck, my breasts, then he shoves the tip into my mouth.

“Suck,” he hisses. I do, swirling my tongue around his leaking tip, loving how I get to swallow the last of him.

Edge’s thumb rubs his cum into my neck. As I pop off his cock, he reaches for me, lifting me to his strong mouth.

“I love you,” he growls.

I’m reeling, covered in his jizz, and all I can think of is this is the best day of my life.

“I love you so much,” I gasp as he pulls my hair back out of his cum, the wet strands almost a cold brand on my back.

“I love you more, always have.” His voice is calm.

“You’re crazy.” My tears start to fall as his thumb rubs them away.

“Edge and Dolly,” I whisper into his mouth. “Forever…”DOLLY

Thirty-one years old“Dolly?” I blink at Edge, but he’s blurry and so far away. I hear music. It might be Mozart, though I’m not sure.

“Dolly, baby?” I can hear him but can’t see him. I must be dead.

“Dolly, wake the fuck up.” A loud clap makes me bolt up. Edge stands above me like a beautiful immortal. His legs braced apart, he stares down at me.

“Are we dead?” I grab the railing on the bed.

“Not yet.” He leans over me. “Although, you might wish we were when we get home.”

My eyes dart around. I’m lying on a hospital bed. “Oh God. Edge… I thought I killed you.” I reach for his wrists.

“Dolly, what is fucking wrong with you? Do you have any idea what you did?” he snarls as my eyes blur with tears.

“I… I thought—” There’s a knock on the door, which stops me from trying to defend myself. Edge straightens and I sit up as a doctor walks in followed by a woman with a bunch of papers.

“Oh good, she’s up.” He smiles at me. It’s a kind smile that makes me want to start sobbing and never stop. I hate when strangers are kind. I hate hospitals. It’s obvious that even now, I’m not over the attempted rape thing.

“So, my dear, we did a CBC on you and everything looks fine. I want you to follow up with your doctor in two days. Okay?” He smiles again and reminds me of what Santa Claus’s kid might look like. Medium height with a stocky build and an appearance that can only be described as jolly. Or maybe it’s the glasses he’s wearing? God, I need to get out of here before I lose it again.

“Ms. Dunghart?” I jump and Edge mumbles something that sounds like Christ.

“Yes?” I say, blinking at him.

He smiles again as if he wants to ask me if I’ve been a good girl this year. Instead he says, “Here are your discharge papers. And maybe take a yoga class.”

It’s coming. I’m going to lose it again… Yoga?

Thankfully Edge reaches for the papers. “Thank you.” He doesn’t even bother looking at me and scans the papers.