Page 20 of Sorrow

I should’ve known that with an attitude like his, he’d have the cock to back it up.

The side of his mouth tilts up at whatever my expression is doing. “You look nervous.”

Of course I’m nervous. I’ve never seen one in person and I’m supposed to learn on an anaconda? Isn’t there one with training wheels or something?

“Who, me? I’m not nervous. I’m annoyed, there’s a difference.”

“Annoyed?” His dick jumps in my fist. “You’re always annoyed.” His thumb finds my clit through my panties before I can respond, making me twitch.

I can do this.

“And you’re always an ass. We’re even,” I counter, squeezing his cock lightly andstroking experimentally. Maybe if I keep him talking, he won’t realize how bad I am at this. “Is this fun for you? Touching me?”

He nods. “I like watching you squirm. Never hide it.”

Is that advice for the future? Or does he mean with him?

Maybe both.

Twisting my hand just a little, I brush my thumb over the ball of his piercing and let my head fall back. I want to focus on him, I do, but I’mso fucking close.

His breathing grows ragged as he continues to play with my clit, and then he catches me completely by surprise when he stops. Roughly, he moves my hand away from his cock and then ghosts it along my clit through the fabric. “Play with your nipples.”

He spits down onto his cock and then slips it underneath the fabric, his warm skin making my jaw drop as the piercing rubs against me.

Holy shit.

I nearly forget what he told me to do, but one sharp look from him has me cupping my breasts and pinching the peaks between my fingers. I never did a lot of this on my own, but if it gets him to keep going...

“Good girl,”he coos, slowly running the head along my swollen, desperate clit. “How’s that feel?”

Like I’m gonna come whether he wants me to or not.

“Good,” I gasp out, chasing it. “I’m...”

“Listen to it.” His voice deepens, hips rolling faster, and there’s a second where I think he might slip inside me. “So soaked, Hurricane. Come for me.”

For him. For Hayes. For that nickname, for all the times he bullied me, for all the times he made me crazy. This time, for once, he’s giving me something good.

Craving a little more friction, I drop one of my hands to his cock and press down, catching that piercing on my clit just right. The heat in my stomach pools and explodes, making me shake, making me whimper. But I’m terrified he’ll stop.

Stupidly, I lift up and try to slide his cock inside me, but it doesn’t fit. Or I miss, one of the two. It glances off my skin and slips out of my panties.

Grunting, he moves to get back under them, pressing down hard so his crown perfectly massages my pussy with every movement. I just can’t figure out why he’drather fuck the fabric than me when I’m offering.

I’m just about to try again when his left hand flies up to slap my breast and my brain short-circuits. I cry out in pain, but also something else. The way the sensation went straight to my cunt tells me two things: Hayes Sarro knows exactly what he’s doing, and I do, in fact, like it fucking rough.

The wetter I get, the better it feels, so I sit up just enough to spit on the top of my panties.

“Hell yeah. Should have known you’d be a perfect little cock slut.” He grips my throat. “Fucking take it.” His eyes flutter closed a second before I feel him throb, and then the warmth of his cum oozes all over me. It’s so much that it covers my pussy, leaks out from under the fabric and drips onto my thigh.

Fuck, it’s definitely hot, and somehow smoother than I expected it to be.

I’m too lost to care how I look or what he thinks when I swipe my fingers through it to taste it. It’s unlike anything I’ve had on my tongue; bitter and somehow sweet, mixing with the salt on my hand. I already wonder how much better it would be straight from the source.

“Look at that,” I tease gently. “The immaculately clean and organized Hayes Sarro made a mess.”

“Didn’t know it’d be so much,” he admits, a beautiful flush to his cheeks as he runs his cock through the cum. “Next lesson I’ll let you swallow it.”

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