Wild Girl (Slateview High 2)

I nodded blearily, my body worn out and my brain fuzzy from an overdose of sensations.

His cock twitched inside me, and it looked like he was considering going another round right fucking now. But instead, he sat up a little straighter to claim my lips in a possessive, greedy kiss.

“You want more?” he muttered when we broke apart. “You want Bishop to fuck you too? You think your tight hole can take all our cum?”

Heat bloomed in my belly at his words, an insatiable craving that I wasn’t sure I’d ever fully understand.

I nodded slavishly, breathing hard. “Yes. I can take it. I want it.”

The grin that spread across his face was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen. It was sin and salvation all wrapped into one, darkness and light and fierce pride.

His hand moved around to grasp my face, his large fingers splaying over my jaw. “Good girl. So fucking good.”

I grinned at him, then leaned forward to kiss him again, drawing his bottom lip between my teeth and biting hard enough to sting, just to make sure he knew I wasn’t that good.

Misael and Bishop laughed, and the boy on the floor stood to help me to my feet as I slid off Kace’s cock and rose on shaky legs, cum slipping from my core as I did. He brushed my wild hair back from my face, and then we both turned to look at Bishop. He was gazing up at us, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock in a tight grip, as if making sure he lasted long enough for me.

I understood the feeling. I’d already come hard, but my body was humming with adrenaline and desire, and I could feel my clit pulsing, demanding another release.

“Come here, Coralee,” he said softly.

His cheeks were a little flushed, his hazel eyes warm and half-lidded, and I moved toward him without hesitation.

I was about to crawl onto his lap like I had Kace’s, but he stopped me before I could, taking hold of my hips and spinning me to face away from him. Craning my neck to look back over my shoulder, I shot him a quizzical look.

He chuckled, the sound rough and deep.

“Oh, I still want you on my lap. Sit down, baby.”

Oh.

Oh.

I bit my lip as a flare of nerves rose up in me. I’d never had sex in this position either, and I was sure I was about to make a fool of myself trying to do it gracefully.

But of course, I shouldn’t have worried. Misael and Kace both moved to help me, holding me steady and as I sat on Bishop’s lap with my back to his front. My legs splayed on either side of his, and as his hard length slid inside my tight core, I let out a groan, letting my head loll against his shoulder. I was sore, but something about the feel of him inside me, about knowing that all three boys would come inside me tonight, pushed the bite of pain into something like pleasure.

No.

Something more than pleasure.

Something I couldn’t even name. Ownership and satisfaction and ecstasy all wrapped into one.

I’d thought we had all already claimed each other, but as I began to roll my hips, riding Bishop backward as the other two boys watched with greedy eyes, I realized we were about to cross a new line I hadn’t even known existed.

This was it.

It was forever.

These boys were all I would ever want, and although someone older and wiser might insist I was too young to know that for sure, I didn’t care what anyone else thought.

I would crave these boys until the day I died, and I would never want anyone else.

They had ruined me for anyone else.

And I wanted to be ruined.

“Fuck, Cora,” Bish breathed in my ear, thrusting shallowly as our hips found a rhythm together. “I didn’t know. I knew I wanted you from the first second I saw you, but I didn’t know it would be like this.”