Page 81 of Saviors

“Yes. Yes.” Violet screamed as I lifted her. The head stretched her open as she wiggled to come back down.

Her nails raked over my chest as I made her wait. Her pussy pulled at me, tried to get me inside again. I felt each one on the tip, sending tremors across my body.

We both cursed into the night when I slammed her down, impaling her on me. My cock dragged along her walls, sent us both hurling into oblivion. She was the best thing I’d ever felt.

“You feel too good. I’m not going to be able to stop.” My hands dug into her flesh as I pumped into her. “I’m going to fill this sweet cunt so full of my cum it’ll be dripping out of you. That’s what you do to me.”

“Do it.” Her palms slid along my skin, looking for purchase as she exploded around me.

Her pussy grabbed at my cock. Sucked me in. Her command sent a rush through my blood. I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to.

My vision grayed as I buried myself inside her. My cock twitched as pleasure ran down my spine. I thrust into her over and over, savoring the way her body trembled for me. Drawing out every ounce of bliss until she stopped. Until I could breathe again.

“Thank you.” She whimpered as she curled into my chest. “Thank you. Thank you.”

My throat was raw, but I still managed to chuckle as I grasped her chin. Her green eyes were dazed as she looked up at me. “My cum is dripping down your thighs, but you’re thanking me?”

I loved the color in her cheeks. The way her skin felt warm as I ran my thumb over it. “Stop it.”

“You just made come so hard I think I went blind for a second. I’m not going to stop talking about it anytime soon.”

She slapped my arm and laughed before nuzzling into my neck. Right where she belonged.

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“This is really g-good.” Ivette laughed as I stuttered over my words. I tried to shake my head to clear my thoughts, but my whole body moved, sending the liquid from my glass down my arm. “Shi-it.”

“You’re drunk.” She chuckled as she threw a few napkins at me. She was right. I was so drunk I couldn’t even swear properly.

That thought sent me into a fit of laughter. My stomach ached from how hard I was laughing. I gasped for air and fell off the couch. In my drunken state, I flung an arm out for support. I ended up grabbing Ivette and dragging her to the floor with me.

We were a mess of limbs and laughter when I gave up. Resting my head on the carpet, I stared up at the lights in the living room. I blinked, trying to get them to stop moving, but it didn’t work, so I closed my eyes instead.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this drunk.” Ivette sighed next to me. “This was a lot of fun.”

I turned to look at her, but I didn’t need to see the sincerity on her face to know she’d meant the words. She didn’t have an easy life. I was starting to realize that none of us did. Maybe that’s how we’d ended up together.

We saw the brokenness that mirrored our own.

“I never did this growing up.” Her hair brushed mine as she faced me. “I always wanted to have a sleepover. I wanted to stay up late and eat junk food. Tell each other secrets.”

“What’s the most inappropriate crush you’ve ever had?”

“What?” Her shout made my head pound, or that could’ve been the vodka.

“You said you wanted to share secrets.” I laughed at her incredulous look. “We used to talk about the teachers we thought were hot or celebrities. In hindsight, they were way too old for us.”

“You think?” I couldn’t control my giggles as she lay beside me again. I was drifting into the silence when she spoke, dragging me back to consciousness. “A business associate of my dad. He used to bring me candy when I was a kid. I was maybe fourteen the last time I saw him and I’d just started to notice boys at school. But he… wasn’t a boy.”

“He was a man.” She slapped my arm when I deepened my voice on the word.

“Shut up, puta.” Her fake anger only made me laugh harder.

When it stopped and I could breathe again, an idea came to me. In my drunken mind, it was the best thing I could think of. I wanted to turn this into a real sleepover for her. The room spun as I hopped up. Swaying on my feet, I stumbled into the kitchen. I returned with an avocado in each hand.

Ivette raised a brow when she saw me. “What are those for?”

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