Trent fell to his knees on his bedroom floor, hand fisting his cock quickly. He was panting harshly, hips thrusting into the air.
The back of his hand was covered in blood. His own blood, but blood none the less. It had happened when that Goddess had slammed her foot down over his knuckles, nearly breaking them. "Don't touch my fucking brother" she had snarled, grinding the heel of her boot into him painfully.
He raised his free hand to his face, pressing fingers into the dark bruises he had. Trent had never seen anyone stronger than him, yet this girl, this divine creature; this...Shelly Marsh...had brought him to his knees in moments. She had grinned at his screams of pain.
And, for the second time that day, she was making him scream. He released over his hand, fist moving harshly against his groin. His skin was chaffing, but he didn't care. With a tired whine, Trent slumped onto his floor, falling asleep. His last thought was that he hoped his mother didn't walk in.