Queen For A Week (16+) ~[COMPLETED]

Yes, the boys at Kentleworth High are definitely rowdy, and the girls at Kentleworth High are definitely glam. But the thing is, the boys believe they have more authority. So once a year, on Valentine's week, they hold a "slave auction" in the cafeteria. Each boy picks a girl that has to do whatever they want for the whole week.
This year Zoey Hayes is unsure whether the slave auction this year will go down well. She's new at Kentleworth, and a hot popular named Jace Beckham has his eyes on her...


13. That Was My Fuel (SEXUAL)

     "So, uh... you were, um, singing??" I was flustered by his strong, denim eyes.

     He turned away with a noticeable blush. "Uhh.... yeah. I used to be in choir." He snorted. "I hate singing in public, though..."

     "Hey," I snapped my fingers, remembering the run-in with Becca at school yesterday. "The school play! You can audition for the school play!"

     "Aww flip no."

     "Why not?" I argued, folding my arms. "Babe, they NEED firm, manly voices like yours!"

     "Oh, calling me 'babe' all of the sudden?" smirked Elijah. Before I knew what was happening, he had slipped off his towel, and was completely naked. He pressed his body up against mine, sliding off my pjs, then my underwear. Then he moved up to my gown. That, along with my black lace bra, came off as well.

     He plugged me up with two fingers, suddenly, earning an uneasy moan from me. When they came out, he slipped the fingers in his mouth. "Mmm... sweet," he murmured as I tossed my head back in discomfort.

     "Mind if I eat you out tonight? I forgot dessert back at home."

     A lusty groan tripped me up and I filled the space in between our bodies. "Mmm... f-first you gotta screw me hard, baby."

     Elijah's tip was inserted immediately, no words needed. It took all the mustered-up strength left in me to keep from hollering his name in vain for all to hear.

     "I know you want me," he laughed. "All the chicks do. But I think we should... urgh... just be sex partners. You're... grunt... a good banger, but not good enough to become my girlfriend."

     I groaned, unhappy. "But... but Elijah!!"

     "Beg for me." Elijah began thrusting harder. There was that spot in my vagina, ooh that sensitive spot. He kept hitting it, harder and harder each time. My walls began to close in on him, and soon he was trapped, he couldn't wriggle free.

     A lusty moan was heaved before I cried out, "Don't make me plead, baby! Please honey! I... need... you... NOW!!"

     I couldn't help it. My screams became loud enough for the whole neighborhood. I shrieked as pain twisted up my body, sprouting through my stomach and leaving behind an aching heart.

     I felt miserable at the wonderful, beautiful pain Elijah brought me. I couldn't stand it, yet I couldn't live without it. It was such a precious emotion that seemed to keep my life balanced.

     Just for that moment.


     "I'll be in the... groan... the stupid play if you... gasp... let me make love to you one more time," he offered.

     My heart broken, refusing to mend, I meekly agreed. We broke apart and took a one-minute break, then began a series of even harder, faster bangings.

     It took awhile to get us tuckered out, but Elijah finally gave in due to heavy breathing.

    "That was my fuel," I sobbed into the bathroom carpet, shriveled up on the ground, when we were through. "It's gone."

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