Fame by Meghan Quinn Page A

Declan.”
    That was all he needed; he removed his fingers and placed his cock at her entrance. With small movements, he moved his cock two inches into her pussy and then back out. He played with her ring, swirling the head of his cock around, and then pressing it in ever so lightly, never going too deep.  
    “Ahhh, fuck, fuck!” she cried, as her first orgasm took over her body, but not fully satisfying her; she needed him to go deep, to ram into her.  
    “More,” she panted. “Fuck me hard.”
    A guttural grunt escaped Declan as he slammed his hips into Willow. Her face pressed against his window and her breasts swayed from the force he was pushing against her. It was primal…it was hot…it was something she’d never experienced before.  
    It was almost as if she was floating, and the only feeling she had was in her wet center where Declan was pushing in and out of her.  
    His fingers dug into her sides as he continued to slam into her. Feeling his release coming on soon, he reached around to her front and pressed his finger against her clit. With one flick, she cried out his name as she came all around him. His release followed right after hers, and they slammed into each other, trying to hold on to every last second of their orgasms.  
    When Declan’s hips slowed down, Willow leaned against his chest and tilted her head up to press a kiss to his neck. Right there, in that single moment, she was in a total state of euphoria, a high that she never wanted to let go of…ever.  

    **Grey**

    The smell of rot and sewage challenged Grey’s nose as he walked through Rook’s childhood home. He had only been over to Rook’s house a couple of times in high school, when he had to pick him up or help him move all his belongings out, once he decided to finally leave the confines his father placed on him, but he’d never experienced such horrid smells in the house before.
    After so many years later, the house hadn’t changed, besides the decrepit feeling it portrayed. It was still dirty, disheveled, and a piss poor place for any human to live, especially a growing boy.  
    Grey remembered the first time he went over to Rook’s house; he was so disturbed that he went up to his mom and dad afterwards and thanked them for taking care of him, because he couldn’t imagine living in Rook’s shoes.  
    Rook had no one to watch over him, no stability in his life, and he lived every single second of his life with the fear of God in him when he had to go home, wondering if his dad was going to take out his high on him, once again.  
    Grey found out from Pete that once Rook’s dad died, Rook was left with his debt and the shitty house that Rook grew up in, so that was the first place Grey went to look. If he wasn’t in the house, then there at least had to be a clue as to where he was.  
    As Grey walked through the house, he stepped over garbage, broken furniture and used needles. Cockroaches scattered the ground and maggots were feeding on anything and everything in sight. The mere smell of the house had Grey dry heaving as he made his way upstairs to Rook’s room. The faster he searched the place, the better, because he didn’t want to stay any longer in the house then need be.  
    On his way up the stairs, he saw opened cups of soup that were either barely touched, or completely consumed. Some looked like they were only a couple of days old, giving Grey hope that he might find Rook.  
    The upstairs wasn’t very big at all; it only had three rooms, one was his dad’s, one was a bathroom, and the last one was Rook’s old room. He walked past the bathroom and noticed a brown film in the sink that didn’t seem sanitary, so he quickly walked past it and cracked the door to Rook’s room. It was dark, due to the shades being closed, so Grey quickly walked over to the window and let the light pour in.  
    When the room was lit up with sunlight, Grey was taken aback. Rook’s room was full of trash, used condoms, empty