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Iwake up sore, all the muscles in my body aching, but especially the ones in my thighs since Eli spent most of the night pounding into me there.
I hate that I enjoyed nearly every second. I did not, however, like choking on his dick or being jerked around by my hair.
More than once, I passed out and would wake up to either his tongue on my neck or clit, or his dick buried inside of me. Sometimes, like now, when Eli’s asleep too, just his heavy weight sprawled on top of my back, his hard-on lies between my ass cheeks, as if he refused to allow an inch of space between us for even a second.
God, does he ever go limp? Did he take some erection pills? Because Jordan could fuck twice in an hour, but then we would both be ready to go to sleep.
I can’t even begin to count how many times it was last night, especially when I probably slept through some of them. Not that I cared when Eli would wake me up with his tongue.
I had forgotten the psycho was a flexible MMA fighter until he was tossing me all over the bed, twisting me, us, into various pretzel-like positions.
And I have no doubt the fighter’s fingers left bruises on my neck. Probably my hips and thighs too as tightly as he held them. His teeth marks are still visible on my breast, along with several hickeys all over them.
The first time Eli took me in my and Jordan’s bed was the worst. He shoved my head down and ate me out again before taking my ass, which will never be one of my favorites.
Not that it matters to Eli. I’m nothing more than his sex doll with holes to be used whenever and however he wants.
He gave me so many orgasms that I willingly let him.
Even in his sleep, one of his big hands is cupping my pussy, the other holding the front of my throat from behind.
A low groan in my ear warns me the monster is awake again. A moment later, he easily shoves all four of his fingers inside of my sore pussy. Despite the ache, that’s just how slick and stretched I am. The sheets are a disgusting mess.
“Put your legs together. I’ve got to make you tight again since I blew your cunt wide open,” Eli says with a chuckle as he removes his hand and pushes me onto my stomach. “Fuck, last one,” he mutters before I hear yet another foil wrapper tear.
The last condom. Thank god.
“Legs together, Maddie.” I do as I’m told and wait…
He lines his dick up with my pussy and shoves forward, making me gasp and dig my fingernails into the sheets underneath me. His heavy weight bears down on me as he slides deeper. When his palm slips back underneath me, fingers finding and rubbing my clit, the ache is momentarily forgotten.
“I recently saw your sister getting fucked like this,” he remarks before pulling out to thrust deep again, knocking the breath out of me. “I’ll tell you about them when I finish.”
I assume by “them” he means my family. But all thoughts on them and everything else disappear as Eli fucks me deep, but slowly, lazily.
Of course, he gets me off before he finishes. Then he just climbs off me without a word. I’m still lying on my stomach where he left me, having closed my eyes for only a moment when Eli appears next to the mattress, fully dressed again in his suit.
Leaning over, he kisses me with lips and tongue that spent half the night between my legs.
“I texted you the link to the live feed. Be sure to watch. I doubt you’ll want to miss what happens next,” he says cryptically before he walks out the bedroom. “See you tonight, Maddie.”
“Wait! Don’t hurt Jordan! And you didn’t tell me about Cass or the rest of my family!” I shout after him while wondering what he meant about me not wanting to miss what happens on Jordan’s live feed.
I roll my stiff body out of bed, but by the time I get to the living room, Eli is gone. The window is shut.
Before I even take a much-needed shower, I grab my phone to make sure he really sent me the link. He did. So, I pull up the live feed of Jordan.
He’s right where Eli left him, of course, still naked and restrained to what looks like some sort of kitchen table between two booths. God, what’s with Eli and his obsession with tables?
Jordan’s eyes are thankfully open, unlike last night. While he looks bored, he doesn’t seem hurt or afraid, which is good. I turn up the volume as far as it will go but there’s no sound, not even static feedback.
And of course, there’s no microphone option either so I can’t tell Jordan that it’ll be okay, that he just needs to hang in there for two more nights. I’ll endure two more nights with Eli and then it will all be over.
Won’t it?
After one night with him, it almost sounds too easy.
Leaving Rockland will be anything but easy for me. This is where Jordan is, where my friends are, my new business.
