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  "Fucking Christ you're so wet, baby. I'm going to take care of you. Make you come like you need. After, I'm going to take my cock out and fuck you right here. Can't wait. I need to be inside this tight little pussy." His mouths on mine as his arm braces across my front, cupping my breast.

  In the darkness this stranger fucks me with skilled fingers. At the same time, his hand shoves inside the neckline barely covering my tits, palming one. Twisting and plucking at the aching nipple. All the while his finger pumps at my pussy, matching the way his tongue is fucking my mouth.

  Jesus Christ, it’s sensory overload. His smell fills my lungs, his heat burns through me, his hands stroke me just right and I feel his cock rocking against my ass. Hard, huge, and throbbing.

  I am going to let him do just what he threatened. Fuck me right here on the dance floor. I need him. It makes no fucking sense and I’ll probably regret it after. Doesn't mean I for one second intend to stop.

  "So hot and wet,” His voice rasps at my ear before he nips at my neck, “Fuck, I want to feel you come on my cock. Come for me first. Take what you need first, baby." His fingers curl, finding that sweet spot at the same time his palm grinds into my clit.

  "Oh God. Yes. Yes, make me come. Right now, just like this. I need it." I plead beneath the beat thumping around us.

  Colors swirl around us as the beat too fast for how we’re rocking together pounds. I rock against his hand and tug at his thick hair. I’ve lost my fucking mind. I don't know his name. He doesn't know mine. I don't even know what he looks like. I feel like I need him now. Need him inside me, filling me up with his cock and owning my pussy.

  Light bursts behind my eyes as I come hard and scream loud, the music crashing over us. Before I come down from the orgasm, I feel his cock, hot and heavy, slip between my throbbing pussy. I’m soaked and he groans, his hands rough at my tits. My dress barely covers me but I don’t even care. I want to give him whatever he needs.

  "Fuck, you sound so good when you come, baby. Bring that ass back here for me. Open up for me. I'm going to fuck you hard and fast. I need to feel you come around my cock." Jesus Christ, I am pulsing from his dirty words, from the way he murmurs them at my skin, his hands spreading my thighs and lifting me a little.

  "Please! Fuck me. Please." My back bows a little, my hips shifting to pop my ass back to urge him on.

  "That's right. Beg me, baby. Give me your hands." I obey without hesitation as he bends my arms behind me, clasping my hands together. One massive hand holds both of mine captive at my waist. The other wraps around my neck as he thrusts once, sinking deep inside me.

  "Oh! Oh God!" I whimper as he spreads me with his huge cock. After a second of letting me adjust to his size filling me, he starts to thrust hard, fast, deep.

  "Fuck you feel so good, baby. So greedy for my cock. Hot and tight around me." I moan, head falling back against his shoulder as my body quakes from his thrusts.

  "You feel so good.... make me come with that big cock. Please." His mouths at my ear and his words confuse me; it's hot and sweaty and I'm slightly wasted but that's not it.

  "Missed this. Mine. Nothing else..." He’s growling his words as his cock pounds harder and harder into me.

  I’ve lost control completely. Have zero power over what’s happening. He does. He’s controlling this, my body, our pleasure and I let him. I want him to.

  Once before, I’d let another man control me. Judge. He had promised me everything. Promises I am still waiting on. He’d been a boy when he made those promises, when he asked for mine.

  Even as a boy, he’s controlled me completely. Everything about my future had been in his hands. My future is still in the hands of a man I’ve not seen in half a decade. I don’t let myself hope for more because there can never be more. Not with someone else.

  A stranger is fucking me, well, and I can only see his face. Judge's face. Just like that, I come hard and long, my pussy vice tight around his thick cock. He groans and pumps a few more times before coming inside me. Also reckless.

  "Jesus Christ, baby." His mouth is on mine and he tastes so good. The tears falling from my eyes startle us both.

  "I....I....I'm going..." I rush out, voice thick with emotion as I fix my dress.

  "No, wait. Let me..." I don't hear another word as I rush through the crowd, barely able to see through my tears.

  "Hope. I'm out. Have fun, honey." I holler over the music after brushing the tears from my face.

  Hope pauses from the scene I find her in. The two men from earlier are wrapped around her. One has his tongue in her mouth, hand up her shirt, caressing her tit. The other, the blonde one, is licking down her neck as his hand works furiously beneath her skirt. The bitch was getting tag teamed in the middle of the club. Good for her, I guess.

  A few couples nearby are watching, loving the show. She smirks and nods at me, holding the dark one's jaw in her hand. I let her place a chaste kiss at the side of my mouth. Hope communicates with her eyes; she knows I'm not okay. Hope knows me better than almost anyone. Almost. So, she knows if I need to talk, I will. Right now, I can’t.

  "Love you honey bun. Be careful." We share a look, both of us smirking before she moans, blondie watching me as he fingers her.

  "Love you too. Be gentle with them." The men look between us in confusion as we both laugh.

  Twenty minutes later, I'm back at the condo, having cried the entire way. Our driver Cook was a mess, trying to console me. And, of course, Bert was there to greet me even though his shift ended two hours earlier. Before I can say a word, he rounds his desk and wraps a thin arm around my shoulders. Bert sees me up to our floor and tells me he will stay if I need.

  I don't know how to let someone care about me. Not anymore, not really. I thank him, let him hug me for a long moment and then crawl into bed. I don't even shower or take off my clothes. Instead I want to be reminded of tonight because for a brief moment I felt safe and whole again. I only felt that once before. And never again since.

  Since Judge.

  Judge

  I watched her for a few days before I'd had enough. Enough of the waiting and hoping for the right time. Oh, there was plenty of watching her before then. Years of it. Watching from the shadows. Keeping my distance. Not because I wanted to. Because I made her a promise once and I fully intended to keep it.

  Tonight, I don't know what changed. I don't know if it was that I missed her so badly I could no longer stand it. There were lots of days like that, though. Maybe it was that she seemed so needy today. Or perhaps it was that fucking pretty boy teacher's aide who wanted her in the worst way and was laying it on thick to get her. Too fucking bad. Cress Stone is mine.

  I’d watched her flirt with him and let him put his fucking hands on her for the last time. Although she deserved someone like him. Rich, educated, pretty-boy handsome. That's not what Cress wants. Which was why all she does is flirt.

  Cress wants someone like me. Rough enough to take control of her. That's what she needs. This dude lays it on so thick, if she wanted him, he'd have her bent over his desk by now. Lucky for him she saw through his bullshit. I say lucky for him, because I am always close by and if he touches her once more I might break his fucking hands.

  This afternoon, I watched her giggle with him after class. That fucking sound hit me right in the chest. Her beautiful face lit up but not her eyes. Never her eyes. Not anymore. Not since I left. Cress had not stopped living but she had stopped being alive.

  Because just like me, only one person made her feel alive. She made me feel like I could breathe and being so close to her made me come alive. When I was close to her, even though she didn't know I was, she changed. It turned me the fuck on to realize I had the same effect on her. After all this time, it was the same.

  My girl lit up like the night skies when I was close. Like she could feel me. Today, I couldn’t miss the need in her beautiful blue eyes. Loneliness. Frustration. Cress needed something—or someone—and I was done letting her think she
might find it in somewhere else. With someone else.

  Cress would always find what she needed with me, and me only.

  When I’d watched her leave her place, Hope Barrett luring her out for a ladies’ night, I decided I’d waited long enough. She looked fucking amazing. Wearing a dress I knew Hope had talked her into, she actually looked kind of sinful.

  Cress had thick, sexy thighs and hips that begged to be grabbed onto while pounding into her perfect, full ass. Tonight, the dress she wore both turned me on and pissed me off. Her full tits spilled out of the neckline that plunged nearly to her navel. Fuck me, she was gorgeous. Always had been, but damn my girl grew into those curves.

  "I hate them,” Cress had groaned one night years before, “Boys who never spoke to me fall all over me now. It’s disgusting." Then her little hands cupped her breasts and she made a face up at me.

  "Bug ignore them. You're perfect." I thought she was before her tits and ass suddenly made my cock hard every time I saw her. We’d been lying in a field under the stars, so I could hide how badly I wanted to bury my face in those tits.

  "Do....I mean...do you like them, Judge?" Fuck, yes, I liked them. We were changing then; our young relationship wasn't the same and it never would be again. So, I told her the truth.

  "Yeah, Bug. I like them." I was terrified of how she would react; we walked a fine line for a long time, but I wanted her so bad then.

  "Judge.... I...." Cress' voice had trembled and I let out a groan before I slid close to her in the darkness.

  "Shh, Bug. Me too, baby." I just wanted to hold her, to soothe her.

  That’s what I had always done for Cress. Just like that's what she did for me, in a different way. Friends almost our whole lives, one revelation changed us both forever. After that, we were inseparable. Cress was my girl before she really became my girl.

  By then, though, I was a regular fifteen-year-old and she was smoking hot in all the right ways that drove me crazy. After that night, we were never the same. Because I realized Cress wanted me too.

  One night, out in that field, Cress changed us. I wanted to kiss her but that came later. Almost too late. That first night, Cress needed me to give her something. There was nothing I wouldn't give my Bug.

  At first, I was just holding her. Then Cress was touching me. Shoving her hand beneath my tank top and pressing her lips to my neck. Sliding her thick thigh between mine and rubbing against me. I don't know how I didn't pin her to the dirt and fuck her senseless. Except I do know. I loved her.

  Even if I didn't know how much, didn't know what it would become, I knew I did. I wanted to feel her and let her feel me so for hours that night we did. I saw her naked in the moonlight. Felt her tits press against my chest. Filled my hands with them. Kissed every inch of her creamy skin. Let her touch my aching cock. Cress was like every teen boys' wet dream come true. But she was mine.

  Weeks later I would lose her. But during those weeks, I fell more in love with her than I knew what to do with. Cress was curious and those nights out in the field continued. No kisses. Just touches and dry humps that made me come all over us both. Which Cress was so into it made me hard for hours. My girl was dirty but she knew she was my girl and that I was the only one who got to see her like that.

  I got just one night to truly make her mine. Cress gave herself to me and I made it good for us both, somehow. Made her come and tell me she was mine and that she always would be. Then I left. Never to return.

  Until now. I followed her to the club and watched her dance with other men. Tonight, I was taking what was mine. When I saw her body moving in the strobing lights, need in her blue eyes so clear I could see it in the darkness, I lost it. I couldn’t not have her a second longer.

  Before I know what I’m doing, I’m pressed against her, arms around her to lock her close. Cress melts into me and I know, somehow, she realizes it was me. Oh, she doesn't believe it really is, but she feels me. Like she always had before.

  When I’d sneak into her room when she was half asleep and she would cuddle back against me. Or when I would move close to her in the halls and she would tip her neck just so, so I could breathe her in. Fuck, my girl knew she was mine before even I did.

  "I need you. Right fucking now. I need to feel you. Let me touch you." Like always, Cress gives into me and I can't wait a second longer.

  Right there in the club with people feet away, I take my girl back. My hands slide up her thick thighs and under her dress. I find her soaked between her legs. Fuck, she’s so hot for me. For me. Because she knows it’s me, even if the shots she downed earlier won't let her believe it.

  I plunge my fingers inside her and growl nonsense. Tell her she’s mine, that I want to fuck her right here. I need it. I didn't really mean it. Well, I did; but I wasn't going to. Until I was.

  Suddenly my hand Is full of her gorgeous tits, my cock’s sliding between her ass and I am inside her. It feels like coming home. It had been way too fucking long. Feeling her wrap around me is unlike anything else; it’s almost spiritual, how good it fucking feels.

  "You feel so good! Make me come with that big cock. Please." Cress’ begging for it, driving me fucking crazy. I pound into her like an animal.

  "Missed this. Mine. Nothing else…." My hand goes tight around her throat as I pump into her over and over, careless of the eyes watching us. I feel her orgasm tear through her and then….

  "Judge..." Well fuck. Even if she’s not sure it’s me, it’s my name on her lips as she comes. That does it for me; I pump once, twice and then I come hard, deep inside her wet heat.

  Suddenly, Cress is pulling away and I see the guilt on her face. I shouldn’t, but, fuck, I love it. Cress thinks she broke a promise she made to a stupid boy who is here to finally keep his own.

  I try to stop her but she rushes out, tears streaming down her face. I go after her after tucking my dick away, pausing to tell Hope to kick rocks with her boy toys for the night. I know Hope through her father, but she has no idea who I am to Cress. Seems she realizes it the minute I tell her not to come home.

  "Well shit. Give it to her good, my girl needs it." Hope smiles, letting that fuck I took Cress from finger her as she strokes another guys dick, right there in the club. Not that I just behaved like a saint. But, my girl doesn’t need Hope influencing her.

  "Cress will get what she needs. Trust me." I level a look at her and just like that, she seems to get it.

  I am out the door, hailing a taxi and rattling off the address to my girl’s place. Which is sometimes also my place. Another reason I need to get to her and tell her everything. Like how I wasn't as absent from her life as she thought I had been. First, I need to get to her and have her again.

  Cress will realize I never broke the promises I made her, and I don’t intend to start now.

  Cress

  Judge Walker. Once upon a time, he was my fucking hero. He was the only other soul who knew what my parents did to me. Judge was the only person I ever cared about. Before Hope.

  He was a typical country boy but he loved it; never wanted to leave our tiny town. Judge's family lived in the shack beside mine. But it didn’t look much like a shack to me. They had a garden and flowers out front and invited the entire neighborhood over for barbecues. I’d known him most my life but hated that he thought our lives were fine the way they were.

  Of course, his parents weren't anything like mine. When he got hurt playing they didn't tell him what an idiot he was. If he forgot to start dinner, he didn't get burned with boiling water when they started it instead. His father didn't tell him what a mistake he was then make sexual comments that made him lock his door at night.

  When I was ten, I missed school for a few days. My father had lost a mint at the river casino and I told him I needed dues for school lunch. I was beaten bad enough I couldn't hide it with weather inappropriate clothes or makeup. By then, I was a fucking pro at cover up. Thank you, YouTube.

  By then Judge and I were almost inseparable, though
he was a year older. When I didn't show up for school or to hang out at his place, he came over. Snuck right in through my window because that's what he did. I forgot to lock it, not wanting him to find me like that. When he did, he went ballistic. As crazy as an eleven-year-old can get, I guess. Not that Judge looked, talked, or acted like any eleven-year-old year old I knew.

  "I will slice his fucking throat! I swear to God! My poor girl,” Lying on the bed beside me, cradling my face, he had tears in his eyes, “You hid this from me? Why? How often?" Judge caring had nearly been worse than the indifference others heaped on me; it was obvious what was going on, my appearance and behavior were textbook of an abused child.

  "All the time. I don't...I don't want you to stay away because I'm trash." My voice was thick with tears but I’d cried all my tears out.

  "Oh, Bug. You’re my best friend. I need you more than you need me. I can't believe I never noticed. I'm a piece of shit. Come home with me. We can tell my parents, maybe you can stay with us." I shook my head but let him snuggle me into his chest.

  "No. It gets worse if I talk about it." I knew that well enough; the one time a teacher spoke up when she saw fingerprint bruises all over me, nothing was done. Until my father added some more bruises that couldn’t be seen as my mother watched. I was five.

  "Let's run away then. I'll take care of you, Bug. I'll always take care of you." I didn't believe him; not because I didn't think he wanted to or would try. Because I didn't think it was possible.

  After that though, he made all these crazy plans. For us to run away and start these amazing lives anywhere in the world we wanted. Judge would take care of me, he said. Always. I let him plan and pretended with him that I could get away. I even started to believe him after a while. I wanted to so Goddamn bad.