Page 92 of The Fallen Ones

“Cameron!” A voice called out from the crowd. It was that prick Brandon. Which meant Lily wouldn’t be too far away.

I moved and backed myself into a corner, not wanting her to know I was there. I had big plans of my own for Lily and I tonight.

I caught sight of her heading upstairs alone. Now was my chance.

I took the back stairs up so no one would see me and watched as she entered the designated party guest bathroom.

Cameron was particular with that shit. He only allowed people to use the first bathroom at the top of the stairs. I couldn’t say I blamed him though. Drunk people were assholes.

I darted into a spare bedroom and slipped my hand inside a dresser drawer and retrieved my mask and beanie— I’d stashed it there when I’d arrived knowing I’d need it tonight.

I slipped the mask and beanie on with ease. No one else was upstairs, which made this even more perfect. I made my way back to the bathroom she was in and rapped the door with my knuckles just enough to gain her attention.

“One minute. I’m almost done,” my sweet girl called out.

I waited a moment before I knocked a second time.

“I’m coming.” She opened the door. She blinked rapidly at me as realization dawned on her as she took in my masked face.

I slammed my hand over her mouth and forced her back inside the bathroom before she could say a word.

“Shh,” I whispered as I held my hand over her mouth and locked the door with my other.

“Turn around,” I growled in a voice I’d never used before and forced her to face away from me.

She froze as she stared at the reflection of us both in the wide mirrored wall.

I pushed her body forward, causing her back to arch over the vanity.

Her hot breath against my hand sent tingles through my body and straight to my cock.

I slid my hand up her dress and ran them along her thighs, teasing the edges of her panties. I could already feel her wetness. Her panties were soaked with her excitement.

My surprise attack had turned her on just as much as it’d turned me on.

This was going to be a good fucking night.

I knew she’d enjoyed Damien. He’d wasted no time in bragging about it.

Now it was my turn, and I’d make the most of it.

I slipped two fingers inside her pussy curling them just enough to have her walls clench hold of me.

She reached back with one arm and gripped hold of my arm tight as she pushed her ass into me.

She was enjoying it.

My Lily Pad was a dirty girl.

“Who– who are you?” she moaned.

“Tell me you want this,” I ground my teeth together and deepened my voice.

“I–I do.”

“Do what?”

“Want this. I want this.” She panted, angling her ass more for me.

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