Page 340 of Rage

“Let me see those tits, baby,” he groaned, and I started faking my arousal; panting and subtle moaning.

Lifting my top over my head slowly, my breasts bounced as I freed them from the fabric. Immediately, his hands were on me, flicking my piercings with his thumbs.

Images of Alaina getting off in the alley flooded my mind while this asshole played with my nipple piercings.

The way she stayed quiet for me, how insanely wet and juicy her pussy is, how deliciously sweet she is, feeling her walls contract on my fingers…

I moaned louder than I expected to, desperate for a release. Ro’s hands found my hips as he guided my movements, sliding me up and down his length.

“Fuck, baby. Let’s go to my room. I’m not sharing you with these assholes here.”

With a fake, playful giggle, I slid off his lap, pulling my top back on while Ro spoke on his cell phone.

“Hey, Mac. I need you to cover the door for fifteen minutes. Thanks, man.” He pocketed his phone, picking up the remainder of his burning cigarette and inhaled it almost to the filter before snuffing it out.

Mac appeared from around a nearby corner and chuckled when he looked at me.

“I’m not covering you for two hours like last time,” he laughed as I picked up my bag.

“Better make it twenty minutes just to be safe,” Ro said, smacking my ass.

“Whatever, bro. Just get the fuck out of here with her or else you’ll have to share.”

Grabbing my wrist, Ro led me down the hall and I stopped in my tracks, earning a confused look from him.

“So, what if I told you I had a friend waiting outside? In case, you know… You wanted an extra good time?” I gave him a wink, and a sinister smirk formed on his lips.

“You really know what I like, don’t you, baby?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” I purred, shoving him into the wall. He grunted in surprise as I lowered myself to my knees, taking what I wanted. Well, what he thinks I wanted.

Tearing his belt open, I forced his jeans down, yanking his boxer briefs down with them. His dick sprung free, already leaking pre-cum.

“You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth right here where everyone can see? Such a perfect slut for me already,” he growled, pumping himself in long, languid strokes.

Looking up at him innocently, I moaned and nodded my head.

“Open that filthy mouth for daddy.”

Daddy? Really?I chuckled in my mind.

“Yes, daddy,” I forced out, trying not to laugh.

Replacing his hand with mine, I took him deep into my throat, sucking and licking as he reached into my hair, holding me in place.

“Fuck yes, baby, take all this cock. Swallow.”

Swallowing around his tip, he groaned and pulled my head into him. I gagged and coughed, but held my ground, breathing out of my nose.

“Goddamn, baby. Such a perfect little fuck toy for daddy.”

I chuckled in my mind again.

Coughing accidentally because I was holding back a laugh, I played it off and continued to suck him deep down my throat.

Finally releasing my head, he pulled out of my mouth completely, and I sucked in greedy breaths of oxygen. Not waiting for him, I went in for seconds, sucking him hard and deep as I followed the movements of my mouth with my hand. Twisting and pumping him as I sucked made his thighs twitch. Taking him deep in my throat one more time, choking myself, I sucked him hard and slowly released him with a pop.

“Come meet my friend, daddy. Save your cum for her. She needs it so bad,” I whined.

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