Terrene by Yolanda Olson

Terrene by Yolanda Olson

Author:Yolanda Olson [Olson, Yolanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-03T16:00:00+00:00


I look down at Tilly whose body is beneath mine in the back of the truck, shivering, tears streaming down her face, wondering why she has to be so afraid.

Is it because I hit her? If that’s the case, I can promise her that I’ll never do it again, and unlike Libby, I’ll be able to keep my word on that.

I … I don’t even remember moving her back here, or how the hell I got on top of her, but I’m sure she’ll be fine once I slip my cock into her.

I’ll fuck her the same way that I did Libby and she’ll see that I’m not a bad guy after all.

I’m just a little sad, lonely, and lost without my sister.

All of the things that will easily be rectified once I split Parker wide open from the back of his head down to his asshole.

I reach down and push Tilly’s skirt up, then quickly use my fingertips to slide her panties to the side.

Tilly lets out a whimper and I look up at her, completely uncaring of how she feels at the moment, before I slip one of my fingers deep into her warm, wet hole.

“So far so good,” I tell her with a small smile. Tilly lets out another whimper as I remove my finger and gently trail her outer lips until I rest it gently against her clit.

“Do you want more than just this?” I ask her softly as I begin to gently circle the hard, delicate nub. “Because I can give you more. I can give you what I gave to Libby.”

“I want to go home,” she manages to sob, and I can’t help but laugh.

“But what if you are home, Tilly? With me? Would that be so bad?” I ask as I continue to circle her clit, sliding my middle finger back into her pussy. “I can make you feel all of the things that Libby did if you just give me a chance.”

“No!” she screams through another sob, and I raise an eyebrow.

“Libby never said no, and I’m going to show you why.”

I feel even more determined than ever in knowing that she’s meant to be the one that replaces Libby, and it’s her own fault. She was nice to me at the pub, kept coming back to talk to me, and even agreed to meet me after the place closed.

If she had been the bitch I expected her to be, then she wouldn’t be here with me, and her cheeks wouldn’t be so damn tear-stained.

This is her own fault.

Not mine.



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