Chapter 93.Reason for burning hunger in heart-1
Peter was fucking annoyed. He’d been stuck sitting on this filthy goddamn curb all night, his back aching and his balls itching.
“Damn it,” he muttered, spitting a thick wad of spit onto the asphalt.
If he hadn’t opened his big mouth and called Braden the second he saw Mylo heading into the woods, he’d be passed out in a warm bed right now. But no, Braden insisted on waiting out here like a pathetic dog, convinced the little bastard was going to walk back out.
If that weak shithead ran off, I’ll track him down, bend him over, and slice his fucking balls off!
His eyes dragged over to Shyle, the bitch he’d been dating for the past month. She was standing under the dim streetlamp, crossing her arms and shifting her thighs trying to stay warm.
Peter ran his eyes over her body. The tight, paper-thin white dress was clinging to her hips, outlining her underwear and showing off the firm curve of her ass, but he was already dead bored of her.
Useless cunt, he thought, watching the dress stretch over her thighs.
She does nothing but squeal like a stuck pig when fuck her. Doesn’t even know how to grip my dick with her pussy or work her hips.
He sneered, imagining handing her off to the rest of the gang.
Maybe I’ll just throw her to the boys next week. Watch two or three of them take turns stuffing her mouth and stretching her holes out while I watch. That might actually get my dick hard again.
He looked over at Braden, who was still staring blankly at the dark treeline. Peter scoffed, letting his gaze slip right past him to lock onto Braden’s girlfriend, Vanessa.
He ran his tongue over his upper lip, his eyes devouring every inch of her frame.
Vanessa was leaning back against a wooden post. Her tight jeans wrapped around two thick, heavy thighs that bled straight into a massive, perfectly round ass.
Every time she took a breath, her low-cut top strained against the full weight of her heavy, soft tits, exposing deep cleavage that made Peter’s trousers tighten instantly.
Fuck me… look at that juicy fucking booty, Peter thought.
He pictured pulling her pants down, spreading those thick cheeks apart, and slamming his hard dick straight into her wet, tight hole from behind. He imagined grabbing her by the hair, forcing her face into the mattress while he banged her until her screams echoed through the whole house.
Why the hell is Braden hoarding a slut like that all to himself?! They’ve definitely fucked a hundred times already. He should be sharing that thick pussy with the rest of us by now.
His hand drifted down to his crotch, giving his dick a firm squeeze through his pants as he stared at the bounce of her chest.
Next time Braden isn’t around, I’m backing her into a corner and shoving my hand right up her skirt. She won’t say shit.
Just as he was imagining pressing her up against a wall, heavy footsteps crunched against the dry leaves near the treeline.
Peter snapped his head around and spotted a shadow stepping out of the woods, wearing a loose gray coat.
He jumped up onto his feet, grabbing his crotch once before yelling at the top of his lungs.
“You’re here, motherfucker! Finally! See Braden?! I wasn’t fucking lying!”
Mylo stepped out of the dark treeline, his boots hitting the cracked pavement of the forest road.
He paused, his eyes sweeping over the shouting group in front of him.
Directly ahead, Braden pushed himself off the concrete curb and began walking up slowly, his heavy boots dragging against the asphalt. On the opposite footpath stood Vanessa, her arms crossed tight. Shrinking behind her frame was another girl, Shyle. Mylo recognized her from around campus..
How did they know about this place? They followed me? Just how much did they see…?
His eyes narrowed with annoyance. He earlier had heard Peter shout, prompting him to think he was the one to follow or find him.
Braden stopped a few paces away, his jaw set, eyes burning into Mylo.
“Where the hell were you? We searched half this goddamn forest looking for you.”
“Yeah, we sat on our asses all night waiting for you to walk out!” Peter chimed in aggressively, clutching his jacket. “What were you doing, taking a fucking nap in the bushes?”
Mylo stared back at them before taking a casual look around the forest.
It doesn’t appear that they know anything…
He relaxed his shoulders slightly.
“Oh, my bad. Next time I take a walk, I’ll be sure to leave a map for your search party.”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Braden snapped, his chest heaving under his jacket. “Why were you even deep in those woods at this hour anyway?”
“Why do you wanna know? Want to hang out together? Sorry but I don’t swing that way.”
Braden scowled at Mylo’s response, but before he could speak Mylo glanced past him.
’’Though if ladies behind you want to have a screaming hot session, I wouldn’t mind taking them with me.’’
Peter got ragebaited as he screamed, ’’You fucking bastard!!’’
Braden raised his hand slightly, stopping Peter in his tracks.
’’You always like to talk about other’s women it seems. Can’t deny though, women look better when they belong to someone else. Whether it’s mine, or yours.’’
Mylo’s expression soured as he remembered the kidnapping incident of Reina.
Braden sneered as he noticed that, “Did you enjoy working like a dog for my brother? Fetching his bone like a good little bitch?”
Mylo tilted his head, not getting what he was talking about.
’’It was a good plan Aldoff came up with. Picking a fight with me in front of everyone, using my name to attack your girl and then using it as an excuse.’’
What the hell is he even talking about Wasn’t he the one who tried to kidnap Reina?