Page 50 of Tricky Girls

My pussy clenches at the thought. I bite down on a groan as I position the strap. I can’t wait anymore, my pussy throbbing so hard it hurts.

I push into her carelessly, feeling her whole body tighten. A hiss escapes her. She points her ass towards me as she comes onto her tiptoes. Small as she is, I’m still able to fill her to the hilt.

I look at the place our bodies meet, gently pulsing my hips. I turn my head, holding the eyes of some random blonde girl.

She has no clue, no fucking idea, and that thrills me to no end.

Pulling out to the tip, I slam back into Skylar.

‘Fuck!’she cries, high and desperate.

Grabbing her hips, I start up an unforgiving pace.

Pausing a few times to rub my clit, I’m able to come once like that. But the more the baggie empties, the more my nose streams, the more elusive the pleasure gets. No matter how hard I pound her, no matter how hard I rub myself, the peak remains distant.

I’ve lost count of how many times Skylar’s come. She can barely hold herself up, slumped over the table and needing me to support her.

I gave her a safe word after our last violent fuck, but she only scoffed and refused to use it.

Not my problem.

I’d stop if she wanted me to.

But she remains schtum, so quiet now I can’t even be sure she’s conscious.

Closing my eyes, I try to concentrate.

The orgasm’s there,just there.

I thrust my hips, angling my clit just right as I meet Skylar. Pleasure ricochets through me with every hit but then it bounds away again, making me growl in frustration.

‘Nic, baby,’ Skylar gasps.

I slap a palm over her mouth.

We have a safe gesture too for times like this.

She grasps my hand in hers and I wait for her to tap out.

But she doesn’t, so I keep going.

Pleasure leeches from my body, with it the euphoria from before. I have a second bag but some far away part of my mind’s warding me off.

Already I’m sweaty, and not in a good way, my pulse hammering uncomfortably.

I’ve gone too hard and heading for a crash.

If only I could come, just one more time before that happens.

Giving up on Skylar, I stand up straight, pulling out halfway to snake my fingers over my clit. I wince. Too sensitive. Too numb. How can it be both? Eyes still closed, I tip my head back and rub furiously.

In this darkness alone, my mind drifts. I think of the others. Still at Vipers? And Tommy and Tilda—

I hiss, banishing all thoughts of them.

Almost.

This darkness reminds me of Halloween, the sight of Tilda roaming my kitchen in that skeleton bodysuit, my gaze caught on those perfect pair of legs.

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