My Bully's Love

ishing you, Ella.or are my

ips between my folds and passes through the slickness a few times before Jace removes it.

y, his hand comes down on my already numb butt, "Don't ever li

s the initiative and pulls up first, my panties, and then my shorts. I take it as my cue to stand up and button my shorts up, but I refuse to look at him. I

Ella. You could have experienced so much with me," The hardness that I'm used to seeing takes hold once more, "Too bad I slutty girls don't interest me." He shoves my head away, and snatching his bag off the desk beside us, he heads towards the door, stopping before

answer, so I hurry up and

t that. Go home and clean you

eir hands after handling art supplies, I look at myself in the mirror above it, and gasp. I look horrifi

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he got for his eighteenth birthday. He smirks at me and then pushes the finger he used on me into his mouth and started sucking on it. I turn and run up the walkway, and into my house. I don't stop running until I get

the gel into my heated skin that he caused with his own hand. To make matters worse, his finger almost had me coming all over! He never woul

t worse. Knowing what his hands feel like when they touch my bare skin, will be burned into my soul forever. What did I ever do to deserve this, and why did he keep calling me slutty?

hem off! I mean, they don't hate and treat me badly like everyone else, if anything they pity me. I can see it in their eyes every time

, I have something that needs attention. I'm just about to step into the tub when I hear my phone ping with a text message. I go back to my room and grab my cell from

ot Touch

text p

f you touch that pussy

mine with an anguished look on his face. It takes me a moment, but then I realize that I'm standing here, completely naked. "OH

I drop my comforter and climb into the steaming water. I lower myself slowly, not wanting to hurt my bottom any more than it already is. Once I'm all the way in, I

he is a man of his w

er this first one, but where does he get off telling me what I can and can't do? He doesn't even like me, so what does it matter? Screw this, it is my body, and I am in charge of what I do to it! Wit

occupy my time. "Chicken shit," I mumble to myself as I dry my body off. Forgetting about my sore bottom, I ru