Fantasizing

I knew I wanted it though. I wanted it bad. I wanted it with all of myself. I craved it and I needed it and this, what I was having now, was only a shadow of what I could take.

Of what I needed to take.

"Fuck," I whined, my voice high and pleading, "I fucking need to get fucked."

And I do need it. Oh god I could feel it and I could almost taste it and last night I'd almost had it, so many times.

I'd almost given in to the crowd, no matter how much they scared me. Any one of those eager strangers would have been glad to help me out, to fill me up, to make me moan.

And then Blake, that fumbling in the bushes. The way he made me cum and the way he made me suck but the way he didn't push and why didn't he fucking push? Why didn't he push me to my knees and make me suck something real? Why didn't he push me up against the wall and take me hard and rutting from behind?

If the me that was in this bed now had control back then, I would have fucking begged him for it.

Even Eddie. Dear dumb mysogynistic Eddie with all his anger and all his rage. God I could have him now, I could have him eagerly. I could let him call me names and humiliate me. Spit in my face and smack my ass and take me so rough it makes me cry out and almost beg him to stop but I wouldn't.

Because I need it. I need to get fucked.

Lucas. Fucking Lucas. Fucking good and gentlemanly Lucas who very nearly broke and gave me what I needed but I had to go and be honest about things, now didn't I? I should have waited until he was inside of me to tell him what I was. As if he wouldn't have known the moment he felt how fucking tight I was.

"Do you like my virgin cunt?"

I whisper the words as if I'm speaking to him. I ask him and I wait patiently for a reply that won't yet come but god I want it to. I want him to be here. I want him to tell me.

"You're so fucking tight. So fucking pure. So fucking perfect."

I want him to call me Baby Girl again while I call him Daddy and I want him to make me his little slut. Walking up behind me while I'm bent over in bed like this, my ass in the air clad in tight little boyshorts while I pump my fingers into my tight little sex over and over and over again.

"Good girl," he'll tell me as he slides the shorts over my ass and then palms both cheeks, squeezing them for an instant as if he's testing them before he slips his hands to my hips and grips them.

And then he won't even ask if I'm ready, his cock will press my hand aside as it thrusts into me and fills me completely.

I can feel it. Oh god I can fucking feel it. I can feel him thrusting into me and taking his rightful place. I can feel him gripping my hips and pulling me back, raising me up off the bed as his hands slip up and cover my breasts and pin me to him and he whispers in my ear, calling me his good girl and telling me he wants to share.

He lets me go and I fall forward but Blake catches me. Batting my eyes I look up at him as he grins and pushes a strand of hair out of my face.

"So fucking cute," he tells me, "But you'll look even cuter with my cock in your mouth."

And he leads me down like he should have and he fills me and I groan, feeling him cutting off my air supply. Filling me up and making me **** and making me fucking know what it is to be taken.

Rocked back and forth between the two of them and brought to the very edge of me and they're not done. They see saw me between the two of them and while they do I hear a familiar chuckle and my eyes turn up and Blake turns my head to one side, angling me to see Eddie walking up and chuckling.

"I always knew you were a whore."

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