Chapter 3 A New Dawn (Harper)

"I want to be fucked like a whore! Fuck me! I want your cock ripping me apart! I'm a whore!" I screamed and laughed hysterically like one who has gone mad.

Of course. I'm mad in pleasure!

He slammed into my entrance without preparing me with his huge organ that tore me wider to create a passage for his beast.

He wasn't slow. He thrusts powerfully into me from behind and smacks my ass while he yanks my hair.

"I'd give you the pleasure your greedy pussy desires." He growled as he moved inside of me roughly as I whimpered and my moans were muffled by the couch I was pressed on.

He turned me around to face him and placed his tongue on my nipples, sucking and licking at them while he slammed into me so hard a shudder ran through my body and my blood turned cold.

Is he a sex god or is he gifted in the art of sex?

"Master!" A scream tore from my throat as my anticipated orgasm broke free, I squirt, twisting and shaking, crying and grabbing my hair before my body remained still as my laboured breathing slowed down.

He lifted my legs high to his shoulders and with a sharp tone. "Hold your breath."

He pushed himself into my anal and boy he was big as I felt him tearing me apart.

"Ahh!"

He slapped me hard across my lip before slowing down and allowed me to adjust to his size before slamming into me roughly as my chest and skin glistened with cum, sweat, and blood.

I could taste the strong bitter metal taste in my tongue, my lips were swollen and I smiled in astonishment.

This is the best day ever. I had a happy jump mentally.

He fucked my ass and my breasts bounced in rhythm to his hard thrust and he spills all over as his release gushes spurting cum to my boobs, nose, eyes, cheeks.

"Open up slut! Taste my cum!" He growled and my tongue was blessed with his release as the taste hit my throat.

'Taa!' He slapped my cheek and bit on my collarbone. "You're one good slut."

I bit my inner cheek and nodded as he sprang up, wore his clothes and walked out slamming the door shut with a loud thud.

My fingers crawled to my swollen clit and it was sensitive, as I roamed my nipples that still had his saliva on them. My hands moved to my ass.

It was dripping with his cum so was my vagina, my face and skin glistened with him, his cum.

"I'd kill to have this again!"

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CHAPTER THREE

Harper POV

The beating of the door had me tossing in bed lazily with my eyelids heavy with sleep.

"Harper!"

"Harper!"

The knock at the door was consistent as I slowly opened my eyes. My lips looked chapped and I'm sure I had eyebags from my lack of sleep last night.

It was Monday morning and it was a school day. Sunday I attended a weird club with my twin sister Clara.

I don't attend parties but I saw her sneaking out last night so she forced me to come along so I don't tell on her.

I stayed up in a different room and watched how people kissed, smoked, and joked while she excused me. I kept to myself Without dancing or talking to anyone till I dozed off asleep.

I felt Clara wake me up for our departure. Once we got home we sneaked into our various rooms and slept.

My eyes scanned the big bedroom that I've come to love and hate as I grew older.

It had a vase with a pink coffee table and two chairs, a vase by the side of the dresser. The walls were colored pink and by the side, I had posters of my favourite musical geniuses. You got that right Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston. They are my absolute faves.

I could listen to their music all day with my ears plugged without getting bored or slightly irritated.

I jumped out of bed wearing my flip-flops. My milky skin complimented the milky colour of my favourite pyjamas and I loved it.

"I'm coming." A yawn escaped my throat as I walked to the door and unlocked the door with the keys.

The door flung open and standing before me was Mrs. Marshall.

My head buzzed in fear seeing her standing right before me in all her glory with her hands folded.

She looked great apart from the red lipstick that had been smudged. Mrs. Marshall had her blonde hair in a perfect ponytail, her eyes had a black eyeshadow with a dramatic mascara on her long lashes sticking out.

She wore a black and white striped suit with black shoes. I didn't need to be told she was ready for work and the look on her face had turned into an angry scowl.

Lord save me!

"Good morning Mom!" I tried to cover my fear and act ecstatic smiling and showing off my nice sets of teeth.

"Why are you waking up so late?" She pushed past me and walked into my bedroom with an air of superiority and command.

Don't get me wrong. She's my Mom alright but this woman standing here wasn't acting like a mother but a dictator.

It was time to bring in my acting skills and get ready for some class act. "I was busy with my assignments. It was difficult but I pulled through." I lied smoothly.

"Hmm.." Mrs. Marshall nodded and her hands picked up my alarm clock by the bedside.

"Why didn't you set your alarm?" She added.

I almost screamed in shock! She was going to get me grounded. There were rules to always set my clock by 6:am for school. My eyes looked up at the big pink wall clock up the wall and it was 7:45 am.

My room was covered in pink exteriors. You know the reason why I said I had a love-hate relationship with my bedroom.

My tissue paper was seriously pink!

"Are you listening to me, Harper?" Mrs. Marshall flicked her hand in my face to get me back to the present away from my thoughts.

"Yes ma'am."

"Why didn't you set your alarm clock? I won't ask that again." She asked sternly.

My fingers begin to fidget. "I forgot to set my alarm. I'll never do it again, please don't get me grounded." I fell to my knees trying to buy her sympathy.

Mrs. Marshall was the dictator of the family. My father Mr. Marshall was her boy toy as he bent to whatever she said or wanted.