Vicious Punks #4
Pulling away from him, he stares at me as he licks his perfectly sculpted lips, and without looking, he stabs Gary’s thigh as he tries to pathetically crawl away towards the door.
“Yes, bring the van around the corner, and we’ll dump them on the west coast. Make it look like rich kids in the wrong neighborhood,” Logan barks out orders into his phone, breaking the connection between Nicky and me.
I straighten up with Dalton's help, a whimper slipping past my lips because of how sore my pussy is. It’s throbbing with a slight twinge of pain; I just know I’ll be walking unsteadily for the next few days.
It takes a while, but he slips out of me with a groan that sounds like he wants to push right back in.
I hear his zipper and breathe a little easier because I’m not ready for a round two with that monster between his legs.
“Magic pussy.” Dalton shoves his face into my neck, nuzzling me on the sensitive spot and whispering to himself. “She took my whole fucking dick.”
I cough to hide my laugh, instantly regretting it as my throat pings with soreness.
I’m used to hurting, but this is a different kind of pain, one that I’d gladly take anytime.
With Tey shoving his cock back into his pants, he roams his ocean-blue eyes over my used and deliciously abused body with a smirk.
He goes to grab Gary’s feet as Nicky grabs his arms, and they place him on his bedroom rug.
Then they start rolling him up in the rug, ignoring Gary the whole time as he groans in agony, screaming around his gag.
Really? A rug? It’s so obvious there’s a body in there; how mafioso of them. That reminds me.
“Daddy,” I rasp out, my throat raw in the back.
“Hmm,” Dalton grumbles into my neck, not moving an inch.
Rolling my eyes, I turn around in his arms and loop my hands behind his neck. He lifts his head with a lopsided smile, looking relaxed as fuck. I bite my lip and look up at him under my lashes.
“Daddy,” I say again in a husky voice, trying not to smile as he places his forehead against mine with a dazed look in his violet eyes that reminds me of clouds rolling in, just before it starts to storm.
Something you can’t stop looking at, mesmerized and slightly breathless as the air changes, the possibilities.
“Yes, princess?” His chest rumbles against mine like the vibration of a motorcycle.
I start to smile, probably creepy enough to throw me into an asylum, but I just keep smiling until my cheeks hurt. His expression turns confused as he leans back to look me fully in the face.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you, use you, and by the time I’m done…
all four of you will be kneeling.” My smile vanishes just as quickly as it comes, making me look crazier, but I don’t care.
“Don’t think just because you’ve been inside my pussy that I’ve forgotten exactly who you are and what you’ve done to me.
” I deliver that message, but I add a little extra spice to make my point.
I draw my leg back and slam my knee into his balls, watching as his expression goes blank and his whole face turns red before he drops to his knees.
“That’s more like it.” I pat his cheek, pretending I don’t see him giving me a death glare.
“Jesus!” he chokes out, cupping his dick as he glances up at me towering over him. “Are you trying to make sure I don’t have kids?”
I turn away from him to slowly bend down in front of his face to grab my clothes off the floor, giving him a view of his cum leaking out of my pussy and leaving me sticky between my thighs.
“I’d be doing the world a favor,” I sass at him with a hair flip over my shoulder.
The whole time I dress, he doesn’t say a word, his breathing deep behind me as he watches.
Tey and Nicky are carrying Gary’s rolled-up body over to the windowsill, but they keep accidentally dropping him on his bedroom floor.
I pause, zipping up the back of my skirt, watching Logan as he picks up a passed-out Stan and chucks him out the window like he weighed nothing.
Logan is such a gangster as he repeats this process with a knocked-out Larry; then Gary is next, and he screams the whole day down.
His body makes a thumping sound outside the window as he hits the ground.
With a head shake, I smooth my top down of any wrinkles and toss my hair over my shoulder as I turn towards Dalton.
“Where have you been hiding my entire life?” he asks with a wince, shaking his leg out with a relieved sigh as he climbs to his knees and pulls a hair tie out of his jeans' pocket.
My eyebrows raise to my hairline… Why is he carrying a hair tie around?
He grips my arms and turns me back around, sliding his fingers through my long hair.
The feeling makes my eyes slip closed in pure bliss; I’ve never had anyone play with my hair until these beautiful, vicious douchebags.
It surprises me when he starts to braid my hair with skilled fingers and ties it off at the end within minutes.
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