Page 49 of Tricky Girls

A girl I need to be forgetting about.

I graze my teeth along the skin of Skylar’s neck. ‘Wanna party with me?’

‘Depends. What party games you got?’

I reach into my pocket and pull out a baggie. ‘How about this for starters?’

‘Oh, Jesus.’ She rolls her eyes. ‘You and that stuff. Gonna have no pussy left by the time you’re done with me.’

I give a thin smile. ‘Happy to share, cutie. Got enough for the two of us.’

‘Gonna need it, I reckon.’ She tugs the bag from me and jumps down.

I let her sort us out as my hand lowers to my crotch.

Packing is more Haz’s thing but I felt a call for it tonight.

Something I know Skylar will appreciate.

Not that I give a flying fuck what this girl wants.

She likes to be used, shouting that ‘free use’ thing to anyone who’ll hear.

Kinda fucked, really. Plenty of assholes who’ll take advantage of that.

I guess tonight I’m one of them.

‘So then,’ she purrs afterwards, her tiny arms barely able to wind around my neck, ‘how do you want me?’

I pull her to me for a kiss. ‘Bent over that table. Bottoms off.’

She turns round, shimmying her way out of her shorts. She nods to the cubbyholes lining the stone wall of the room. ‘Lube up, sexy.’

‘Just give it a second and you won’t need any.’

Even her ass is tatted. I take some time to admire the designs as I unbutton my trousers and free the strap.

I’m wet already, the blow engorging my system, my heartbeat taking up residence in my pussy. If I don’t fuck this girl right now, I’ll perish.

I glance out over the revellers as I bend myself over her, skimming my palms over her petite form whilst she gasps and wiggles beneath me. They’re not looking our way, they can’t see, but my clit twinges at the sight of them all.

Skylar wouldn’t give a shit if I was to unlock the door, pulling the curtain down from over us, but I prefer to sin in the shadows.

Getting my hands beneath her netty top, I tweak her pierced nipples, tugging the bars until she moans. Pressing my hips forward, I let her feel the strap, angling it between her legs.

‘Just put it in,’ she groans.

I chuckle into the back of her neck. She’s like a guy, able to come in 0.2 seconds, no clit game necessary. It’s enviable, really.

But I’m teasing myself, not her.

My heart’s beating dangerously fast, my whole body alive and thrumming.

I’m still waiting for the peak, revelling in how vital I feel.

Fuck those last six months. This is heaven. This is euphoric.

I rub her soaked pussy, the only bare thing on her whole body. She must keep it waxed, ready for whoever’s waiting in the shadows to jump out and bone her.

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