He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180 Excitement

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I am going to tear that pussy up, smack that ass, and stuff that mouth full of cock. OHHH, OHHHHH. I will make you moan and scream my name until your voice turns hoarse. OHH OHHHHH. I will choke you, edge you, and make tears flow from your eyes with the pleasure and pain I intend to give you. OHH OHHHH. Then I am going to make you cum until you pass out. OHH OHHHH.

This song plays inside my head. I still haven’t discovered a melody for it, but I will get there eventually. My fucking hard cock is about to burst right through my sweats. With every mile that brings us closer to our girl, I grow harder. My palm itches with the desire to redden her ass. She is in so much trouble; I wonder whether she will let me mark her. I brought a secret bag along, containing my special toys, something Dylan does not know about.

I will need to get her alone. I dislike that she ran from us. I understand her thinking that Clayton and I do not want her–we took it too easy on her. We should have demonstrated our interest. But dumb me listened to Clayton.

Who says being older means being wiser? If we had touched her more, spoken dirtier to her, maybe even stolen kisses from her, she would have known we wanted her. Clayton argued that if we had bombarded her with our interest, she would have grown skittish. Well, look at us now, big bro, I scoff.

“What’s the matter?” Clayton ask

Oops, did I scoff out loud?

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“Just thinking about what I am going to do to her. And if we had done things my way, we would not be here right now.”

Clayton turns around in the passenger seat to glare at me.

“First, do not fucking scare her. I know how you can get. You didn’t bring anything sharp, did you? You didn’t bring any whips, right?”

“No,” I lie.

“Good. Secondly, you are right. If we had been a little more aggressive, and taken more action, we would not be here. I am sorry. To the both of you.”

“Nope, not going to do that. No one person is to blame. We all played a part in her running. Hell, even she is to blame. She has some issues. I did not tell you two this, but she wrote me a letter. Do you want to know why she thinks you do not want her?” Dylan asks.

Clayton and I nod and say yes simultaneously.

“Apparently, for most of her life, her mother harped about her weight. She believes the reason the two of you do not want her is because she is too fat. She even said she was surprised I wanted her.”

“What. The. Fuck!” I say, loudly.

“Does she not realize how utterly delicious she is?” Clayton asks.

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“She wrote in the letter that she usually went for unattractive guys because she felt they would be more grateful for her attention, but really she was grateful for theirs.”

“Holy fuck, that is so messed up,” I mumble. “Well, we are just going to have to show her how attractive we find her. I am going to taste every fucking curve she has.”

“She is delusional; I love to watch her eat. Every time she puts something in her mouth she makes this little quiet moan, and she looks like she is utterly enjoying herself. It makes my cock hard watching her,” Clayton says.

“Yeah, that little moan is adorable,” I agree.

I am so spanking her for her thoughts. I am going to tie her down, stuff her with a vibrator, and paddle her ass until she agrees with me about how beautiful she is, how perfect her body is, and how fucking sexy we find her. Then I am going to fuck that perfect ass of hers while the vibrator makes her cum so she can strangle my dick with her body as it tightens.

I reach into my sweats and stroke myself at the image of me pummeling her ass as she cums. I use slow, languid strokes. It is not enough to cum, but just enough to feel good. I moan just a little.

“Jesus fuck, Logan. Seriously?” Clayton scoffs.

“What? I am picturing myself fucking that luscious ass of hers; I cannot wait. If you do not like it, do not fucking watch,” I say calmly.

“Do not you fucking jerk off in my truck, asshole,” Dylan scolds.

I take my hand off my dick. Fucking spoilsports.

Dylan slows and gets off the highway. He makes a turn onto another highway.

“We are forty minutes out. What is the plan? Are we just going to drive up and knock on the door? I kind of want to watch her for a minute. See if we can get an eye on her. Determine her mood. It is not snowing yet, but it will soon,” Dylan says.

“We have two hours until it is dark. Why do not we wait until she is asleep and then break in,” I

suggest.

“Why are you like this? How in the fuck are you a teacher?” Clayton asks.

“It was either become a teacher and do some good in life or become something that you both probably would not be very proud of. I chose teacher, and I keep my preferences to myself.”

Clayton just stares at me for a minute. “Am I going to have to worry about you when it comes to our girl?”

“Nah, I have a feeling our girl will be able to handle my dark side. I just have this feeling about her,” I say with a wicked smile toward him.

“Don’t do anything that can’t be undone,” Dylan mutters under his breath.

“Only if she tells me to,” I murmur quietly to myself. Then I glance up at the rearview mirror and catch him staring straight at me. I let a grin spread across my face and punctuate it with a wink.

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“You’re starting to come off a bit unstable, Logan,” he says.

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“I haven’t touched a woman in more than a year, Dylan. I’ve spent the last two weeks being kept from the woman I’ve been craving, and the only release I’ve managed to get is fucking a scrap of fabric on your bed where there’s a damp spot, and jerking off to the pictures you handed me. I want her pussy, her ass, and her throat–no specific order required.”

“I’m sorry- you did what on my bed, with what piece of material?”

“You remember that first night you come home and you fuck her so hard, just so I can listen to her moan. I know you pull that shit on purpose; I’m not stupid. Anyway, after you two leave, I see this little bathing suit lying in the hallway, and it smells like pussy. Then I go into your room, find a wet spot on your sheets, and that smells like pussy too. So I spread her suit right over that wet patch and I fuck it. Didn’t you ever wonder why your sheets are spinning in the dryer when you come back that night?”

“You’re a complete fucking creep,” he says.

“Ha- I never claim I’m not. Why do you think I always enjoy watching you two fuck so much whenever we share a girl? I used to imagine myself whipping all three of you while you come.”

“Jesus,” Clayton says.

“Oh my God,” Dylan mutters again.

I let out a low, dark chuckle. I’ve always been aware that there’s something shadowed inside me. It’s been there ever since we run and finally escape the people who torment us. Pain thrills me–taking it and handing it out. And I can’t wait to show our girl exactly what I like.

My song starts looping in my head again, and this time it comes with a melody. In my mind, a cello plays something eerie, and a single piano note strikes every three seconds–Ping, ping, ping. Yes, I like that sound.

I’m about to tear that pussy up, slap that ass, and fill that mouth with cock. OHHH, OHHHHH. I’m going to make you moan and scream my name until your voice turns ragged. OHH OHHHHH. I’m going to choke you, edge you, and make tears spill from your eyes from the pleasure and the pain I’m giving you. OHH OHHHH. And then I’m going to make you cum until you black out. OHH OHHHH.