Page 342 of Rage

“You wouldn’t hold mine on our way over here. What the fuck is so wrong with me that prevents you from holding my hand, knowing full well that I fucking love you, Tara? But you can hold his?!” I was so tired of feeling rejected by her, my pent up anger spewing out of me.

Tara stared at me, confused.

“I brought him for you, Alaina,” Tara said coldly, turning her back to me, walking back up towards him passed out on the discarded couch.

She went through his pockets, stuffing at least eight bags of dope in one pocket and a wad of cash in the other. Once finished, she grabbed his legs, pulling him off the couch so he was flat on the ground. His head bounced off the cement harshly, and Tara scoffed, using all her energy to drag him away from the couch.

“Wh-What the fuck…” Ro regained consciousness, bringing a hand to the side of his head and looking around.

“I’m so sorry, daddy. I don’t know what happened. Some man wearing all black and a leather jacket came up behind you and hit you. I couldn’t stop him…” Tara plastered on a fake, innocent look.

“Black leather jacket? That mother fucker…” Ro sat up, but Tara pushed him down with her foot, pressing onto his throat. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He hissed.

“I’m so sorry,daddy,” Tara said sarcastically. “It’s simple, really. See my girl here? She needs to cum, and you’re going to make her cum if you want to walk away from here with your boss’ dope and his money.

Tara reached into her pocket and pulled out the bags and cash, waving it in front of his face.

“You fucking bitch…”

His voice trailed off in my ears as my eyes hyper-focused on the baggies in Tara’s hand. The adrenaline was wearing off, and my tremors returned. I needed it. I needed it so badly. Tara moved her hand around and my eyes followed them. I heard her giggle. She knew…

“Trust me, you can’t resist that sweet pussy of hers. So tight, so sweet. Perfection,” Tara praised. I felt my arousal soaking my panties from her words, but I needed those baggies.

“Get over here, Alaina,” Tara ordered. My body reacted to her commands, and I joined her by her side. “Take off your jeans and your panties, baby girl.”

Without hesitation, I obeyed, dropping them to my ankles, and stepping out of them.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ro growled, trying to sit up. He almost succeeded until Tara swung her knife into his shoulder, forcing him back to the ground.

“I didn’t say you could move, did I?” she purred.

“You need your fix, baby girl?” Tara asked, looking at me with hooded eyes, waving the bundle of baggies in my line of sight.

“Y-yes... please…” I whimpered, my shaking hands reaching for it.

“You'll get what you want after you show me how you make yourself cum. Use him.”

Tara tipped her chin towards the whimpering piece of shit dealer laying on his back. “Show me how you like it, baby girl.”

She leaned on the brick wall and watched me as I picked up my knife, kneeling next to Ro, and slicing his pants open.

“That’s it, baby girl. Take what you need,” Tara encouraged as I tore his pants away from him, his half hard cock laying to the side

Ro groaned in pain from his shoulder, but I tuned it out, gripping his cock in my hand, pumping him roughly.

“Fucking hell… Let me up, please… Fuck, let me enjoy getting off at least…” Ro groaned, as I took his cock into my mouth, greedily sucking and stroking as hard as I could.

“You like that, Ro? Pretty fucking perfect mouth, isn’t it?” Tara said, crossing her arms casually over her chest.

“God, yes,” he groaned.

“Stop stalling, Alaina. I told you to make yourself cum.”

Releasing him from my mouth with a pop, I threw my leg over him, straddling him, and reached down to guide his tip into position. Before lowering myself, I slid his tip back and forth through my slit, teasing my clit.

I was so wet for Tara, so needy.

“Fuck, take my cock baby, please,” Ro groaned, and I slowly lowered myself onto him.

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