Page 116 of Butterfly Effect

“Throw this fucking ass back,” I demand, positioning her hips to line up to her soaked, freshly fucked cunt from behind. I tap twice against her opening. “This is what you want, Freckles?”

She gasps, then gasps again when I insert the head. “More.”

I inch in deeper with each thrust, my grasp on her shoulder wrenching her shirt up and revealing those pebbled nipples. “To be tits out, letting me hit it from the back while the entire Regents roster is out there?”

“Fuck.” Gabe whimpers when I steady my pace. “Yes,” she admits. “Harder.”

The next slam has her crying my name. “You want ‘em to hear how badly you need my cock?”

Heavy breathing, shameless moaning—no idea whether it’s her or both of us, and it doesn’t fucking matter. All that matters is how the rough slapping between my hips and her ass is gonna finish us off. I spread her cheeks to stroke my thumb over the pink asshole, and her walls clench around me. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

I fill her entirely with a groan. “What about degradation?”

“Yes,” she repeats.

“Thank fuck.” The speed of my thrusts return. “You’re fucking made for me, you know that, Freckles? This snug cunt fits so perfectly around my cock. Gets so tight when I play with your ass.”

The filth has her making a mess on me, and I drive faster, pleasure coiling into a painful knot at the root of my spine, balls aching for release. But I need her to finish with me.

One hand steadies her hip, and the other reaches for the column of her neck. A gentle compression draws out her pleasured gurgle.

“Eyes on the mirror. Want you to see your pussy being a greedy little whore for me. For this cock and no one else.”

When she shatters, I shatter, staying deep inside her until we stop trembling.

Through shallow pants, I lick her throat. Salt from the sweat beading on her skin collects on my tongue.

“Why do you look at me like that?” she asks.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the best thing you’ve ever experienced.”

I swipe my finger through her wetness and suck it clean. “Aren’t you just?”

Running water rinses the toy off, and I tuck it back in its satchel and my pocket. We straighten up.

“What a missed opportunity.” Gabe tuts.

“For what?”

“I thought for sure you were gonna fuck my ass.”

“Have you ever been fucked like that?”

“No.”

“You’d be my first, too. And that’s exactly why I wouldn’t do it here, in Landy’s powder room. And without lube? Not a chance.”

“Dang, Pretty Boy. We gotta get you a new hobby other than making me a bunch of your firsts.” Gabe finger-combs her hair. “Do you think anyone realized we were messing around?”

“Nah.” I unlock the door and turn the knob. “The music’s loud, and they’re probably all busy chatting?—”

A wave of our friends ebbs from the door.

Holy shit. Were they all standing here listening?

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