~Luke's POV~
The second little Cherry was inside her house, I texted a random girl in my contact list, asking her if she wanted to come over. She agreed, just like I expected her to, and I drove back to my house, hoping that this fuck I was about to have would maybe get Violet out of my system.
Lately, I'd been paying so much more attention to Cherry's physical appearance than I had when we first met a little over three months ago. At first, it was just little things, like the soft color of her honey brown eyes, which turned gold in the sunlight, or things like the scar she had diagonally across her left wrist. Innocent things, I guess.
Within the past week, I looked her and something had changed for me. Suddenly, being around her was just one giant sexual frustration for me. I couldn't stop thinking about her thick thighs, her long hair and long nails, her tits, the curve of her waist or back, and her ass. God, she had a phenomenal ass. Everytime I saw it, I wanted to reach down and grab a handful, wanting to hear the gasp I knew she'd let out slip past her pink lips.
She had the face of an angel and a body made for sinning.
The worst part was, little Cherry wasn't trying. She didn't even know what she was doing to me. I was chalking it up to the fact that I hadn't gotten laid in a few weeks, so I was horny all the time. Maybe a quick fuck would flush it out of my system, or I hoped so, anyways.
When I heard my doorbell ring, I flung open the door and there she stood, but I couldn't remember her name. I knew it started with an H, though. She was a leggy brunette, but her legs nor her hair were as nice as Violet's. I ignored my thoughts and pulled the girl inside, who instantly pressed her lips against mine, tasting of alocohol. I slammed the door and dragged the girl up to one of the guest rooms, because I sure as hell wasn't fucking her in my room.
I grabbed a condom before fucking her, putting it on as H waited on the bed where I'd left her, with her hands tied behind her back, face down and ass up. I could hear her screaming in pleasure beneath me, grabbing at my sheets.
I ignored it, though, pulling on her hair and suddenly comparing it to Violet's. Violet had longer, thicker hair all the way down to her ass, which was also much bigger than H's. Then, just like that, the thought of Violet's hair and the soft sway of her hips had me horny as fuck. I couldn't stop thinking about her, even as I was fucking H, all I could think was that I wanted innocent little Cherry beneath me, her hands tied, her hair in my fist as I fucked her.
"Fuck." I breathed, my heart picking up pace in my chest at the thought of Cherry wrapped around my cock, whimpering and crying out my name. When H came, I kept going, even after her third release, I kept going because firstly, I'd never been so hard in my life and secondly, H didn't seem to mind at all, judging by the pleasured screaming she was doing.
If she'd minded, or if I even thought she did in the slightest, I'd have stopped, regardless of how turned on I was. I wasn't an idiot, and I sure as hell wasn't going to make a girl do something with me she was uncomfortable with.
It was clear she was fine with it, however, so I kept going, picturing Violet underneath me instead of H. When I finally came, I'd come once and H had come somewhere around six times, and, honestly, I was still a little hard, but I pulled out because I could tell she was spent. I pulled off the condom, throwing it into the trash as I entered the bathroom after pulling on my boxers.
I ran a hand through my hair as I got in the shower, sighing heavily to myself when I realized I'd come to the thought of Violet. "Fuck, I'm an idiot." I whispered, shaking my head.
*Luke's POV*
I ended up seeing Violet again the next day, who claimed she was bored and that all of the other boys were too busy to hang out with her. Right now, we were in my room, laying on my bed. She was laid out on her stomach in a pair of shorts and black v-neck t-shirt, while I was leaned against the bed frame a little.
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