EroticReverie

Colt

"he's missing out" I groan as my tongue plunges into her pussy. My eyes fucking rolling back in my head, because I meant what I said. Ever since last night, tasting her cunt, my mouth had been watering for more all fucking night and day. 

"fuck you're such a little whore" I groan against her cunt, making sure she hears me. A whimper and little hiss is her only response.

Was Arabella a whore? No. Did she have the body of one ever since she showed up on her doorstep? Yes. How any of us kept our fucking hands off her for as long as we did, was beyond me.  

"shouldve put you on my face at sixteen Arabella, fuck you taste so good" I groan and she whimpers again and her hips lift, her hands slipping into my hair. 

We were sex crazed bastards, but none of us has ever really fucked around with anyone under eighteen. We kept our place, and what we did here, as legal as we fucking could. And keeping all of the ladies at age of consent was always our number one rule. Then Victor brought fucking Arabella into our home. Sure she didnt work for us, but god damn, did she work for us in other ways. Working her hot little ass around this house in tight pants, her perky fucking tits in tight tops, her pretty fucking face always fucking me up. 

Out of the five of us, I was the biggest asshole to her. Because being a dick was my way of coping with the fact that I wanted to fuck the shit of her the second I saw her. I was an asshole to most people in general, just because it was easier then pretending I wasnt one. Because, I AM a fucking asshole. If any of our girls question their place here, it's definitely not because of me. While our girls know the deal, that they're strictly here for one thing. To work for us, to keep the men that come to us satisfied with their services, while also letting us fuck them when we please. So I treated the ladies, much the same way I treated Arabella. Except with Arabella, I was a bit more mean. A bit more cold. Did she deserve it? No. Those big green puppy dog eyes of hers , didnt deserve a single fucking cruel word I spoke to her. She's sweet. Even when I'm sour. She's caring, even when I'm careless. She's under my skin more than I want to ever fucking admit.

"Colt" she moans, as she humps her clit against my mouth as I suck at her. Tongue licking while my mouth pulls with suction and she cries out. 

Victor would probably take another swing at me if he found me here between her legs, in my own little heaven, drinking her sweet fucking pussy juices, and devouring her. But I was so fucking done giving a shit. 

"Yeah Doll" I groan. "That feels real good, doesnt it ? Me licking your little whore cunt." I groan and slap her pussy and she jumps with a squeal and I laugh and throw my mouth back on her clit and suck again, two fingers sliding into her as she pulls at me hair.

"please..ahh....oh...fuck...fuck!" she cries as she cums. I groan loudly, feeling her pussy clench on my fingers, her hips jumping as she lets out a little scream. 

Not sure what the fuck Victor was waiting for. He shouldve been in this pussy the day he decided to keep her. Arabella cared for all of us, but Victor? God, this pretty little bitch, was fucking in love with him. Yet here she is, grinding my mouth instead of his. Feeding me her pretty fucking cunt instead. I groan, fingers still pumping, tongue lapping over her sensitive clit.

"You want some cock , doll?" I groan. "Hmm? You want Daddy Colt to fuck you like the little fucking whore that you are?" I ask her. 

She deserved better, that was for sure. For her first time? Because I wouldnt be nice. I wouldnt give her what she deserves, I'd give her what I fucking want. What I deserve from all the self control I've used keeping my dick out of her for two fucking years. 

 "Answer me you little bitch" I groan and draw my fingers out of her cunt and slap it again and she cries out. Her head shaking.

"n-no" she answers and I lift up. There's tears in her eyes. I visibly rear my head back and scoff.

"Why the fuck are you crying?" I ask. I didnt like when she cried. But I also didnt like admitting that I didnt like it.  

"I dont k-know" she sniffles, legs still trembling as she whimpers.

"Well, stop it" I say, jaw clenching. I cant fucking hold her. I cant wipe her fucking tears. It's not who I am, not what I do. I can't have her thinking I actually give a real shit about her. 

She cries harder. 

"Arabella, knock it off." I growl.

"dont y-yell , at me" she cries and wipes her own tears.

"Who the fuck is yelling?" I ask and she keeps crying.

"Stop being mean to me! What did I ever do to you?!" she cries and I groan and get off the bed. 

"It's what you didnt do Arabella." I say, grabbing my pants. 

She sniffles and sits up, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up over her. 

"Why do you hate me?" she cries.

"I'd have to give a shit about you at all to feel any way towards you Arabella." I say and she flinches, lower lip trembling. 

I pull up my pants, ignoring the fact I'm going too far. There's no reason to be this cruel to her. But I dont do tears. I dont do girls and their fucking feelings. It's messy. It's already fucking messy. None of us have even fucked her, and her pussy caused a fucking brawl at the party tonight. 

"I dont believe you" she sniffles.

I sigh, rolling my eyes and zip up my pants. 

"You're a set of holes Arabella." I say, and it not the first time I've told her that either. 

"No im not!" she cries and I let out a small laugh and shake my head. 

"No? Then why do I know what your cunt tastes like? I'm a fucking asshole to you, yet you shove your slutty little fucking cunt right in my face and cum on my tongue like every other whore in this house. You think you're fucking special Arabella?" I ask and walk over to her, slapping my hands on the bed as I lean over and she leans back, lower lip trembling. 

"You're not special doll. You're a fucking whore. Just like the rest. And the only man who DID think you were special?" I give a wicked grin. Hating myself for being such a fucking prick to her. But it needs to be done. 

"The only man who thought you were special at all....doesnt fucking want you now...does he? That's why you were here, alone, for me to play with tonight...because the only man that saw you as more than holes...just found our you're exactly what he never wanted you to be....a little...fucking...whore" I bite out, my stomach churning. My own words tasting like acid on my tongue as I break her little heart. Tears pour down her cheeks. 

"I hate you" she cries. 

"awww" I cock my head. "i'm so torn up about it too" I taunt her. 

"thanks for the pussy, let me know when you're ready to hate me some more by throwing your little cunt in my face." 

I say, pushing off the bed as she keeps crying. 

"GET OUT!" she wails and I let a laugh leave my lips.

"Gladly doll" I say, slamming her door shut when I leave the room.

I close my eyes as I stand outside the door, listening to her cries. Wincing a bit and shaking my head. Then keep walking, away from her room. Because it's better this way. 

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"And where were you?" Gage asks me as I walk into the room where him Bones, and Zane sit drinking. I walk over to the bar. 

"With our princess." I smirk and Bones groans as I lift a bottle and pour myself a few fingers of whiskey. 

"You fuck her?" Zane asks and I turn lifting my glass and grin. Because Zane was wrapped around Arabella's little fingers, almost as much as Victor was. Out of the five of us,Zane was a puppy among wolves. He was too fucking nice. To everyone. Where I was an asshole, he was the exact opposite. He was probably the closest to Arabella, even bypassing Victor. He was pussy whipped by her within days of her being here. At her beckon  call. Anything little princess wanted, Zane would give her. Which is probably why he was the first to dip into our princesses delicious little honey pot. 

"Why? You jealous?" I taunt him and he scowls. 

"Jesus, tell me you did not fuck her Colt, Victor is going to lose his fucking shit if you fucked her, he's going to fucking kill you, he's going to burn this place to the fucking ground and-"

"Oh, take it fucking easy, princess is still a fucking virgin." I say and this visibly relaxes everyone in the room. 

Zane's phone pings, and I roll my eyes as he scrambles to get it out of his pocket. Arabella has her own special tone for his phone. I watch him read the text and stand up. 

"Run to your master little boy." I taunt him. He scowls at me. 

"What did you do with her?" He puffs his chest. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Just gave her a kiss goodnight." I smirk and drink my whiskey in a large gulp and set down the glass.

"In...and all over her cunt." I grin. 

"Jesus" Bones mutters. Gage shakes his head. 

"Go on, run to her." I say, taunting him. "It's what you do. Princess's little puppy dog." 

"Fuck you. Just cause Im not an asshole to her doesnt mean shit."  Zane replies.

"You're as bad as Victor with her." I huff a laugh and shake my head. 

"We've all gone years, managing this fucking place without a single chink in the plan...yet the second a sixteen year old slut walks through the doors, you've got your balls in her fucking hand, and have never even fucked her god damn holes. Pathetic." I sniff as I grit my teeth. 

"She's fuckin up everything, has been since she got here. Victor...I understand...he's always been a weak sack of shit for a pretty face. But you...." I laugh. "Falling in love with a sixteen year old girl who's in love with my fucking brother. And what? You think she's going to choose YOU Zane? Really? You think YOU are what she wants just because she let you finger bang her little cunt first? Get a fucking grip." I snarl as Zane just shakes his head.

"You're sad man. Fucking sad." He says and I huff and he walks off. 

I look at Bones and Gage. "What?" I say as they just stare at me. 

"You really are a fucking asshole man." Bones says , shaking his head.

"She's ruining everything and you fucking know it." I say. "Im the asshole? Cause I speak the truth?" 

"You're the asshole because you're a fucking hypocrite." Bones stands and sets down his glass.

"You can pretend all you want that you dont give a shit about her. You're not fooling anyone Colt. Get yourself together man. And stay the fuck away from her till you do." Bones says and my brows lift.

"Or what?" I ask. 

"Or i'll help your brother beat the fucking shit out you next time instead of pulling him off you." Bones says and I laugh as he leaves the room. 

I look to Gage, who still just shakes his head.

"You gonna lecture me too?" I ask, waiting for him to throw his two cents in. 

He gives a humorless laugh and says nothing. Gage is quiet. Falling somewhere in between all of us in regards to how nice, or how mean he can be. He's a man of few words, and is pretty easy going,staying neutral in most situations. Letting the other four of us always deal with our shit on our own. 

"Say it, go on" I say as I drop myself onto the couch across from him. 

"Aint got shit to say." he says with a shrug and sips his drink. 

"Sure." I say and he just shakes his head some more and keeps sipping his drink. 

We sit there in silence as I still fucking taste her even through the whiskey.

My lips pulling into a snarl as I think about her crying, about my cutting words to her. That trembling lip of hers, and those pretty fucking green eyes looking so fucking sad and wounded. I take a breath and let it out hard and curse.

Gage laughs almost silently.

"Fuck you." I mutter.

"Didnt say nothin." he says and I growl.