Fourty-Six. Call
Painfully Ours
THEYRE FREAKY LIKE THAT.
And remember they have vasectomies.
Thanks xoxo
*Eleanora Elliot*
Hale.
Another version of him.
To ruin me completely.
Again.
"Hale." I whispered.
"Yeah baby. Hale." He kept going, my motor skills not even a thought in my mind. I forgot how to work my body.
I was overheating.
Hot static.
All over.
"Lore!" I screamed as he made me come.
Again.
"How about you talk to him? Let him hear you? I bet he misses you." He set the phone beside my head on speaker.
"Da?" Hale answered.
"Talk to him, sweetheart." Lore settled between my thighs.
"Love?" Hale asked.
"H-hi." I trembled.
He laughed.
"What's the matter love? Can't feel your legs?"
"No." I cried, my hands pushing Lore away.
I wanted him there as badly as I needed him to fucking get off.
"What number are we on? Catch me up." He spoke lowly, his voice phoned in my ear.
"I can't-" I panicked, my body tired, my mind racing.
"Four?" Lore lifted his head, asking me.
I shut my eyes.
A laugh.
"You're such a good little toy, hm?" Hale asked.
I shivered, Lore sitting up.
"Talk her through her last one, Hale. Our baby needs that." He flipped me with ease, sinking his cock into me.
"How does he have you?" Hale asked.
It took me a second. I couldn't talk right.
"From behind? All fours?" He asked.
"Mmhm." I nodded.
"Yeah? Well next time he has you bent like that my cock will be in your throat." He said, amused.
And I shuddered at the vision.
"Is he gonna come inside you, my love?" He asked.
"I don't... know?" I shut my eyes, my body cursing me with being turned on from this.
"I want an answer." He said firmly.
"Lore?"
"Yes pretty girl?" He moaned, his voice soft and so fucking sweet.
"Are you... going to come in me?" I asked, my eyes unable to stay open with how deep he was.
"Is it alright if I do?" He rubbed my back.
"Yeah." I nodded.
He pulled my hair in a fist.
"What's my answer?" Hale asked.
"He is." I groaned.
"I think you needed this, Nora. You sound so happy." Hale hummed.
"Yeah?" I bit my lip, trying not to yell too much.
"You do. But I'm not hearing enough noise. I need something to stroke my cock too. Stop being quiet." Hale ordered, Lores hand connecting to the skin of my ass and I shouted in pain as it stung.
"There's my baby." Hale praised.
I heard him moaning into the phone, Lore gently cursing behind me.
"My god, Nora. I fucking can't with you-" he moaned, the sound loud and tipping me over the edge.
He let my hair go as I let it down, mentally preparing myself as my body began aching, my mind getting so fuzzy.
"Listen to you. Fuck baby you sound so good." Hale panted and I screamed, hard, my legs so restless I needed to straighten them.
"No. Don't fucking fall on me." He held my hips up, driving with the same depth and intensity.
"Lore!" I screamed, my pulse in my face, my elbows sore from holding my upper body up.
"Holy shit." I heard Hale gasp through the phone that now laid under me.
"Stay like this." Lore had my lower body pinned in one position, my knees barely touching the bed as he kept me slightly lifted.
And I felt my legs shake, so restless, my body and mind working in two different paces.
He came inside me, the feeling warm as he kept thrusting.
And I was coated with relief to know this might be my time to have a break.
He moved the phone to the side, lowering my legs, letting me lay on my stomach on the bed, my legs extended, my shoulders and elbows at rest.
"I'll be back." He kissed my shoulder before removing himself from me.
I shut my eyes, trying to catch my breath.
"Hey love." Hale murmured.
"Mmhm." Was all I could manage.
"Tired?"
"Mmhm."
"I love you."
"I love you." I barely croaked.
"When Lore comes back I'm gonna hang up so he can care for you. Is that alright?"
"Mmhm."
I was on the verge of falling asleep.
A warm cloth between my legs.
I jumped.
"Relax." Lore mumbled and I did.
"Alright love. I'll see you tomorrow." Hale said.
"Okay."
He hung up.
He was cleaning me up.
"I'm gonna flip you over and carry you into the bathroom." He told me and did as he said.
He set me on the toilet.
My legs were still shaking profusely, my jaw chattering.
But I used the bathroom.
"Lore." I tried but my throat was sore and fried.
"Hm?" He stepped in.
I was angry he wasn't as uncomfortable as I was. No. He just stood there, shiny and naked and sexy.
Bitch.
He carried me to the edge of the running bathtub and sat me there.
He gently began brushing my hair.
He was so cautious about the knots.
He turned off the water but still worked on my hair until it was completely untangled.
He handed me a hair tie and I put my hair up as he helped me in the tub.
"Good job baby." He pet my hair and walked to the vanity.
He got my makeup remover and came, wiping off my face.
"Are you alright?" He cupped under my chin, genuine concern in his expression.
I nodded.
"Anything hurt physically or mentally?" He asked.
"No." I smiled gently.
He washed his hands, placing them into the water afterward and gently separated my thighs.
"I'll be careful." He pressed his finger into me gently and I panicked.
"I'm not doing what you think I am." He kissed my forehead and I waited.
"I just... couldn't help but move after I already finished so for one, making sure some of the water could help clean you up, but when I did that, no pain or pinching?" He asked.
"No?" I frowned.
"Good."
"Why?"
"...I've... well women can have a painful sensation of like tearing after sometimes. I don't want you to be in any pain." He grabbed a folded washcloth on the side of the tub and wet it, soap and water, grabbing my hand and scrubbing my arm, my back, shoulders, chest, stomach, legs.
Even the spaces between my toes.
"I'm going to help you into the shower so we can get everything off."
I nodded and he helped me in the shower.
"I'm sweating." I said so he adjusted the shower to a cold temperature I liked.
I stood under it.
"Make sure to just really get clean. Are you okay if I leave you here to get some other stuff?" He asked.
"I can't get out myself though."
"I know. I'll be back in 5 minutes."
I nodded.