Page 35 of Hold On

My little rag doll.

The sentiment has me thinking of us back in high school…

I walk to the door, throwing it open. Grabbing a chair from the porch that I set inside. I lock the door for show, trying to intimidate her just a bit. I take a seat in the chair and look at her expectantly.

She arches her brow at me in challenge. My dick jumps at that hardened look in her eyes. I grin to myself as she turns her back on me.

The stereo speakers blast around us. She hums along with the song before approaching the bedside table and rifling through the drawer. She says nothing, only re-cocks her brow as she looks back at me. Her hand closes around something, a smile growing on her face.

She lifts a larger dildo from the drawer. Staring straight into my eyes, her sinful tongue leaves her mouth to lick the silicon cock.

Alina:

It’s so fuckingpretty!!

I repressed a wild scream of delight when I saw the dildo. It’s clear silicon with small splashes of color littered throughout it, resembling sprinkles or Funfetti cake. Bash took the sex drawer of my dreams and made it come to life before me. He dropped some cash too. This shit ain’t cheap.

I shove it farther in my mouth as I walk over to him, swiveling my hips a little extra, allowing the plug to rub up inside of me. My breathing hitches, my arousal thick as hell. Bash seems to be eating it up, fully aware of everything I’m experiencing as he eye-fucks the shit out of me. He’s enjoying watching my heightened arousal, not trying to take it from me to edge his own further as my clients do. He’s allowing me to exist in it, to bask in it and mostly, he’s allowing it to be fully mine, if I want that.

And right now, I do.

I want to be the object of his attention. I want to be the one making his dick leak onto his stomach. I want to be the cocky, confident seductress sucking a plastic dick for his viewing pleasure. It feels good to be wanted exactly as I want to be seen. There’s no stress or competition between us.

His chair sits before the rug at the end of the bed. A small expanse of exposed wood occupies the space between Bash and where I stand on the shaggy fur. I look to him, look to the wood, then throw the dildo down with a wicked slap. His eyes widen as they fill with arousal, the slap echoing throughout the small shed. The confetti cock bobs back and forth between us. Bash’s eyes move with it for a few seconds before he returns them back to me.

I smirk.

His fingers grip the armrests of his seat with unused adrenaline. The song blares as it begins to go off for the big finish throughout the shed.

“Are you watching?” I ask him innocently. He snarls in response at me.

“Sit that fucking pretty pussy on your new dick, Lina Girl,” he growls as he leans forward, watching me collapse to my knees. I prowl around the dildo until I have my back to him. I’m slick enough to sit on it already, but I want to make Bash watch me.

It’s my favorite fucking thing.

He scoots the chair back for a better view. He’s practically drooling as I bend down before him, flashing him the purple heart inside my asshole. I descend over the dildo, pretending it’s his dick in my mind, allowing it to enter my throat. “Holy fuck, Lina Girl,” he says quietly as he runs his hands over my hips, his nails slightly digging into my skin in desperation. “Jesus, fuck. Please sit on it, baby.” I shake my head no as Icontinue to administer attention to the tip of the dildo, peeking behind me every few seconds. He growls in annoyance, watching me diligently as I continue to suck the silicon cock, my cheeks hollowing.

He begins to grab at his own shaft, sighing in annoyance at the barrier his clothes are making to his dick. Bash jumps up with a growl, stripping himself of his outfit. Naked in the chair before me, his fingers circle his cock and squeeze as his eyes rest on the plug in my ass.

God, I fuckinglovehis dick.

His hand grips the velvet of his skin as he impatiently waits for me to obey his order. He smirks as he pumps himself and increases the speed for a few moments, making slapping noises as he aggressively takes his arousal out on himself. “Siton that fucking dick andfuckyourself, Lina Girl,” he commands, his voice low but powerful. His eyes are dark and leave no room for argument.

So, I finally do.

I sink to the silicon balls as he bares his teeth at me. My feet are flat on the ground, legs spread wide as I use his knees as my leverage, pulling myself up with them as I pump my cunt over the dildo. Bash goes wild, feral, while watching my pussy work the dick on the ground. He growls and jacks himself off even faster. His breathing is uneven, and his forehead is starting to sweat. His naked body is thrashing about the seat as I fuck the dildo with increased speed. He finally rips his hand from his cock and thrusts himself into my mouth, leaving the chair behind him to skid towards the front door from the force of him kicking it backwards. I grab at his ass cheeks and sink my claws into him as he pushes his dick down my throat; deep, deep, deeper. I increase the force of my nails, making him yell out to the shed, his cries mixing with the music playing around us.

The song shifts and Here’s Your Letter blares from the speakers as Mark Hoppus’ voice fills the room. The nostalgia of the song and shed have me grinning around Bash’s cock.

“I fucking love the way you suck my dick, baby!” Bash shouts and I look at him, love and adoration present in my eyes. He pets my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, my jaw. I begin to cry as he continues to brush the pads of his fingers lovingly across every inch of my face. It feels so good. I feel so fucking cherished. I needed Bash for so long. None of the people I fuck for cash ever make me feel this safe or adored. They take. Bash gives.

And now, I finally get to rectify the shit storm that is my life by choosing to be with him.

The fallen rock god of my past.

Sucking Bash off after Luke fucked me up is like night and day, proving that he’s everything Luke isn’t. I won’t allow myself to slum it anymore. I only want Bash’s body inside my holes from now on.

He holds my scalp firmly as I swallow his dick, running my tongue up and down the shaft, enjoying the taste of pre-cum at the back of my throat. Knowing that it’sactuallyBash. I pull him from my mouth and stand up, releasing myself from sheathing the dildo in my pussy. Peeling it off the floor, I hand it to him. He puts it in his mouth without hesitation, my fingers gripping his actual shaft and pumping him, watching the dildo becoming cleaner and cleaner as he licks it free of my essence.

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