You're Ours (GXG || Intersex)

18*

"It's Sila's turn," Jun said, moving away.

Sila replaced Jun with a knowing smirk as I stared at her hard-on. It looked scary, but I could handle it.

I mean, I handled Jun, didn't I?

"B-But," I stuttered, all my confidence now out the window.

"It's going to be okay," Jun said, kissing my forehead, then she was gone.

Where is she going?

"It's just you and me now, but she'll be back," Sila said, drawing my attention away from the door.

"You know, as much as I love watching these bounce as you get pounded," she said, grabbing my breast.

"I wanna see you run," she finished with a mischievous smile.

She effortlessly flipped me over on my stomach and raised my ass. Well, you know what Megan said. She then slammed into me, but she wasn't in me. She kept doing it over and over, teasing me.

"Sila, please don't do this to me," I begged. "Don't do what?" I could hear the smirk she carried as she said that. "Please, don't tease me," I whined, pushing into. She gripped my hips, stopping me. "What do you want me to do," she asked. She's doing the same thing Jun did.

"Please, put it in," I mumbled. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Could you speak up, please," she mocked me. "Man, you sure were loud and clear early," she continued with a hint of a laugh. She kept going, and I could feel my face heat up as she repeated some of the things I said earlier.

Before she could say another line, I blurted out, "Will you please ravage me, Sila."

My head was immediately pulled backward as she leaned over me. "That's not my name, little cub," she growled in my ear.

Yes, it is.

"Ms. Admas?"

"No." "Just Admas?"

"Nope."

"Can I get a hint?" "It starts with a D," she said, biting my ear and squeezing my cheeks.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and uttered the word she was looking for.

"Daddy?"

If I'm being honest, I don't like calling her Daddy, but if that's what she wants, then oh well.

"Good girl," she muttered.

She leaned up. "These will definitely come in handy," she muttered as she played with my back dimples.

She gave no fucking warning.

The next time she slammed into me, she slammed into me.

I cried out as I rocked forward from the surprise. After 5 minutes, I had already thrown my hand on her hip, trying to stop her movements.

"Nope," she said. She wrapped her hand around my wrist and slammed my arm on my back. She's so fucking rough. She lied to me earlier with her sweet gestures. "Slow down," I moaned with my face in the covers.

Yep, she had me burying my face in the covers.

"Daddy, please slow down," I breathed out when she didn't answer or slow down. "That's not what I want to hear," she grunted. Before I could think, she had gripped my neck and pulled me to her.

"What I want to hear begins with an I'm sorry," she said, tightening her grip. My free hand immediately gripped her forearm to steady myself.

Sorry, for what?