Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
8
Annie
I wake up shivering and alone. My eyes squint into the light of morning, and loneliness engulfs me as I see the outlines left by Burke and Bruce’s bodies on my mattress. The proof that I didn’t just dream it all. They really were here, leaving me breathless with their masculinity. At what point did they leave? How long did they stay?
Somehow, I must have slept through the night because a glance at the alarm clock on my nightstand tells me it’s time to start getting ready for school. Classes seem mundane and stupid after what happened last night, like they’re totally unconnected to the life of the new person I became. I can’t put my finger on it, but something changed last night. I changed.
Getting out of bed and walking to my en suite to shower is a painful affair. My goodness, my pussy and ass are so sore! And so are my thighs from having been spread for that amount of time in a position I’m not used to: straddling a large man’s pelvis. How can something that gave me so much pleasure last night cause me so much pain today? Limping a bit, I manage to get into the shower.
As I let the hot water course down my body, it eases the soreness a little. And then I feel the hot male semen seeping out of my ass and my pussy. I look down to see it trickling down my thighs. Milky streams mingle with the hot water to pool at my feet and then rinse down the drain. I can’t help but wonder at the symbolism of the three coming together, and then I tell myself I’m being silly.
Or am I? Is it so strange to wonder at the futility of all of this? How long can this situation really last? Burke and Bruce are criminals. The only reason I even know them is because they broke into my room to steal the paintings on my walls. Yes, they took my virginity and pleasured me in ways I’d only ever read about in my novels, but can I really also expect them to actually care for me? The thought itself is ridiculous.
And yet, last night, after the incredible experience we shared, they’d cradled me in their arms. I’d found myself surrounded by two hard, ripped, warm bodies, feeling more protected than I could ever remember feeling. There was real tenderness there, I’m sure of it. The same men who had broken into my room and claimed my body showed me true caring afterward. I even opened up to them a little, giving voice to my innermost fears and desires.
I suddenly feel foolish for crying in front of them. They probably think I’m just a stupid teenage girl, blubbering after sex like that. Is that why they left? I bet they couldn’t wait to get out of here. They are men, after all, and most men aren’t supposed to be good with feelings. Plus, they’re criminals come to think of it. So my blubbering idiocy probably drove them away.
But then again, now that they’ve had both my pussy and my ass, are they going to come back? Surely, two irresistibly hot men like Bruce and Burke can get any girl they want, so why would they come back? And there’s still the mystery of the paintings. Both the Dali and the Pollock continue to hang on my walls, like two sentinels. Why haven’t they taken them yet? They’ve had two opportunities now.
As I continue getting ready for school, I become more and more sure that last night was the last I’ve seen of these two. Bruce and Burke aren’t coming back because it’s too risky. Already, I know too much about them. For all they know, I could reveal their identities to my parents, to the police, or to whomever. I could report them for breaking and entering, not to mention assault, although our encounter was anything but that. I wanted to be with them more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life, but tell that to a judge and jury. Why should Bruce and Burke trust me? Why would they keep coming back?
Nonetheless, I spend the rest of the day fervently hoping to see them again. As sore as my pussy and ass are at having been taken by their huge cocks, I feel more satiated than I ever have. It’s as if the soreness is proof that it was real, that I have finally gotten what I’ve wanted – a place to direct all of the love and lust that has been boiling inside of me. I’ve always known that one man was never going to be enough for me, and now that these two men have come into my life, I can’t let them go.