Sequel to T H E M. Cannot be read as a stand-alone
THEM IS NO LONGER ON WATTPAD OR ANYWHERE ELSE. THIS BOOK IS NOT 'THEM' SEQUEL.
|Them and Her. For now and Forever|
One brilliant artist. Three dangerous men.
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He entered me slowly, stretching me open as I struggled to take him in. He was too big.
"Shh," he said when I started whimpering. "A little more, little love. You can take it for me, can't you?" He pushed inside completely, his balls slapping against my skin. I gasped, legs already trembling, my pussy throbbing around him.
"Daddy." I dug my face into the pillow, waiting for him to move. He didn't.
He pulled out. I whimpered at the loss. He grabbed my waist and turned me around. I looked at him. He was still dressed in his shirt and trousers. Why won't he take his clothes off?
He stroked my cheekbone with his knuckles, settling me on the bed comfortably with my face up.
"I want to do it like this," he whispered. "While looking at your face."
He leaned over me.
"Clothes off," I whispered.
He shook his head. "Not yet."
I pouted. "Why?"
He kissed my neck. He was not even kissing me on the lips. "Just no for now. Open your legs."
I did. I opened my legs slowly, he settled between them, his strong body covering mine.
He slid into me, looking in my eyes as he did. "You look so pretty taking my cock."
I gasped when he stopped with all of him in me. My hands clenched the bedsheets as I looked into his eyes, not brave enough to break eye contact but it was making me nervous.
"Eyes on me," he commanded softly and then moved. His hands were like a cage around me, keeping his weight off me but making sure all of him that could press against my bare body was pressed against me. The cloth of his shirt rubbed my nipples, making me moan, as he moved gently.
"You have no idea," he told him, picking up his pace. I tried to brace myself for the brutal pounding he was going to give me but I could not get a hold of myself. "How fucking close I was to coming to your little apartment in Paris and fucking your brains out," he growled and then started pounding.
I screamed, my arms wrapped around his neck, tears blurring my eyes as he thrusted in and out at a brutal speed, making sure to give me all of him, hitting that spot in me that made me twitch and my legs tremble.
"D-daddy." It was too much but I could not find it in myself to ask him to stop.
"What?" He snarled, fucking me harder, he slapped my breast with the hands, making me whimper and cry out. "Can't take it?" He mocked, his cock never stopping his movements. "Did your pussy get lonely in Paris, baby? Did you touch yourself thinking of us using your pretty body?"
I screamed, feeling my orgasm coming close. I dug my face into his chest, my shaking hands grabbing the cloth of his shirt, taking the brutal almost painful pounding of his cock.
"Fucking answer me, whore," he growled, pushing me away from his chest, slapping me on the face lightly. "Did you touch that little pussy, huh?"
"Y-yes, daddy," I screamed when he hit that spot again, brutalizing it, bruising it. "Too much...too much..."
He chuckled, grabbing my jaw, not stopping his movement for even a second. "I wanted to fucking hate you," he told me. "But I always, fucking always, will love you." He chuckled, the sound making me shiver. "But you don't care, do you?"
"Th-"
"Cum," he ordered, ignoring what I was saying. I couldn't take it anymore. I came, loudly, screaming as he kept pounding his cock in, fucking me with all of it and all of his power.
He pressed a kiss to the base of my neck. "I should punish you till you tremble at the thought of displeasing me," he growled. "I should turn that fucking ass purple and red. You'd like that, won't you?" He looked into my eyes, slapping my breasts again which were bouncing with his threats. I whimpered, shaking my head, tears burning in my eyes at his brutal pace.
He was devouring me.
Completely.
He chuckled. "Is this too much?" He wiped a tear off. "Yet I don't hear 'red' from those pretty lips."
"Daddy, please." I wrapped my arms tighter around him, sobbing and moaning and crying out in his ear as he competently ignored my pleas.
"Why should I fucking listen, huh?" He asked, sitting up and putting me on his lap. He grabbed my waist with his hands and slammed me up and down on his cock, looking at me with his jaw clenched. "I want to fuck that pussy roughly, I will," he snarled, biting into my nipples sharply, his hands moving up and down continuously without pause. "You deserve to limp for fucking days," he growled. "Cum."
I did.
He threw me on the bed, parted my legs, and attached his mouth to my swollen pussy. I screamed, my hands flying to his hair as he ate my pussy hungrily, spitting on it, making a mess, nudging my swollen clit, again and again, making me cry and sob for him to stop.
He didn't.
After making me cum three times like that, he finally stopped. I was crying softly, my thighs trembling so much I could barely stop them. I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.
"Knees," he ordered, nodding his head towards the ground. With shaking legs, I got on my knees on the ground. He stood in front of me.
He leaned down. "Open your mouth."
I did.
He spat inside. "Swallow like a good whore."
I did.
He smirked. Satisfied.
"Stand up." I stood up on my trembling legs.
He nodded towards the wall. "Hands on the wall with ass out." He grabbed my jaw. "I better see your pussy in that position, little girl."
I gulped at his dominating tone.
I walked to the wall, kept my hands on the wall, and bend down still I knew all of me was exposed to him. This was humiliating, him being completely dressed and fucking me like this. I guess he liked it.
He came up behind me. "I know you take birth control so I'm going to cum in you."
"H-how do you know that, daddy?"
"I always know everything about you." He entered me. "I'll enjoy fucking you bare now."
He did. He fucked me till I was begging against him, my thighs trembling so much I could barely stand. When my legs gave out, he just grabbed my waist and kept pounding.
When he finally came inside of me, I was a crying, whimpering mess.
He laid me down on the bed and cleaned between my thighs. He slid into the bed beside me and tucked me to his chest, massaging my back.
"Such a good girl for me, baby," he said, kissing my cheek. "Sleep."
