“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“But you did so anyway, taking away my choice.”
He smiled. “You think you had a choice? Me, Eric, or Micah. That was your choice. You’ve already used Micah. Eric is the one who was the biggest bastard to you, so losing it to him would piss you off. That leaves me.”
She hated how logical he sounded. “I …”
“You can hate me all you want to.”
“What if I didn’t want to lose it to any of you?”
Again with that smirk. It made her want to kiss him and smack him with equal measure.
“If you didn’t want to lose it to any of us, we wouldn’t be lying here right now. There would be a man taking care of you.”
“I wasn’t pining for you,” she said.
“I didn’t say you were. I can imagine the only thoughts you had of us were fleeting and often with anger. I thought about you a lot.” He stroked her cheek. “I still think about you.”
The tears that filled her eyes at the pain trailed down from the corners. “I think you’re lying.”
“Why?”
“If you had thought about me, you’d have come for me.”
“You’d think I would have, huh? I had a business to get up off the ground. Now though, you can have my undivided attention.” He kissed her lips. “I can feel your pussy, Daphne. You’re tightening around me.”
“You hurt me.”
“And I’ll never hurt you again.” He started to pull out of her and she gasped, tensing up, expecting pain. None came.
The tip of him remained inside and he smiled. “That’s it. The pain has gone now. Just me. Just us.”
He pushed back inside.
He thrust in and out of her and she lay still, quiet, not giving in to the need to respond. Holding herself back as he worked her body. Gritting her teeth, she stared up at him as he reached between them, stroking her clit. She gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure.
Take.
Use.
Be like them.
You’re never going to have this time again. One day soon, they’ll be gone and you’ll be here.
She didn’t want to use them, but why not? They were using her. She didn’t completely understand their reasoning, nor did she care, but who would judge her?
Three men, all of them wanting her with an equal passion. Where was the harm in taking?
Gripping his shoulders, she thrust up to meet him, moaning as he seemed to go deeper, hitting a spot within her she’d never felt before. The hardness of his cock was almost too much for her to stand. He was so incredibly hard, and it felt like a tight fit, but at the same time, she couldn’t stop.
With each stroke of her clit, her arousal built. She whimpered, begging, hungry for more.
Dean brought her to orgasm and she thrust up, needing to feel his cock. He didn’t give her time to bask in her release as he grabbed her hands, held her to the ground, and pounded inside her.
She watched him, wanting to see everything, to feel it all. She refused to waste a moment.
As he fucked her harder, she cried out, wanting more of him. Begging him.
“Fuck,” he said.
The word came as he tensed up, the veins in his neck sticking out.
He slammed in deep and she felt each kick of his cock as he filled her. Biting her lip, she stared up at him, slightly dazed from the pleasure.
He collapsed against her. Then he cupped her face at the same time as he kissed her. His tongue traced across her lip, and she opened up as he plundered her mouth.
“That’s what fucking is all about,” he said.
“Do you think you’re going to teach me?” she asked.
“You’re a student, aren’t you? We can all teach you.”
“We?”
“Do you really think Micah and Eric are going to let me be the only one to taste this pussy, to feel you wrapped around my cock?”
“But … I don’t…”
He stroked her cheek, grazing across her lip, going down toward her pulse, then finally cupping her tit. “You’re too damn good to have all to myself. We’re here for the same prize, Daphne. You. We all want you. We all crave you. I can’t wait to see them lose control when they know I got the first taste.”
“I’m not some prize.”
“Oh, but you are. You just don’t know it yet.”
“How can this be? None of you make any sense. After what happened, how could you even want me?” she asked.
“Forget the past. We were fucked-up kids. Eric the worst of all. He might talk to you about it sometime.”
“What was your reason?” she asked.
Dean shrugged. “I did it because I could, and deep down, we both know what I did to you, you liked it, you liked my attention.” He slammed his lips down on hers. “Now let me clean you up.”