🏍️ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 & 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 🎤

Animal:
So there we were—five guys, two girls, and one room that may never recover.
You’d think that’d be the end of it, right?

Bullet:
You kidding me? I haven’t been able to sit still since Chapter 4.
You tell that story like it’s just another day—and I’m over here dripping.

Animal:
Well maybe next time, you don’t just sit.
Maybe next time, you kneel.

Bullet:
You talk a big game, Daddy.
But one more story like that, and I’ll be the one pulling you into the bathroom.
And I won’t be gentle.

Animal:
Careful, darlin’.
I like it when they bite back.

I stepped out of the bathroom slowly—bare chest damp, knuckles pink from gripping hips too hard, and the taste of her still on my tongue.
She didn’t even make it back to the bed. She was somewhere between the wall and the sink, crumpled like a broken prayer.

I looked around the room.

Sandy was sprawled across the sheets, one arm draped over her eyes, legs open, thighs gleaming. She’d been used, kissed, filled—and she looked like she wanted more.

Bullet lay at the foot of the bed, still on her side, her breath shallow, her skin glistening like she’d been worshipped and punished all in the same hour.

And the boys?

Still here.

Lurking near the window, sweating, confused—like they didn’t know whether to light a cigarette or ask permission to exist.

I cracked my neck and said it plain:

“You got your moment.
Now get the fuck out.”
They didn’t argue. One grabbed a shirt, another his shoes. The third looked at Bullet like he was going to speak.

I turned to him. Just a stare.
He left without a word.

Door shut.

Silence.

I walked over to Sandy first—lifted her chin. She flinched, thinking I’d be gentle.

I wasn’t.

I flipped her, pulled her up by the waist, and drove into her so hard the bed frame slammed the wall.

She screamed—half pleasure, half surrender.

I didn’t slow down. I gripped her hair, forced her face down, and fucked her like she was the last woman on Earth who hadn’t learned who she belonged to.

When she collapsed, I let her fall.

Then I turned to Bullet.

She hadn’t moved.
Just watched.

I knelt beside her, ran a thumb along her jaw, and said nothing.

She whimpered, already arching her back.

No commands. No instructions.

She knew.

I took her like she was mine—because she was.
Every kiss? Marked.
Every thrust? Claimed.
Every gasp? Branded.

By the time I finished, both women were shaking, soaked, and silent.

I stood.

Lit a cigarette.

And finally whispered:

“Now it’s over.”

no really   🥵🤪👠👠🪢🪢

Now where does this perverted mind pivot next, baby from the beginning will tell it chronologically. Stay tuned

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