Page 12 of Small Town Beast

But it was all lies, everything he had ever believed was such a fuckin’ lie.

Beast kissed beauty, very gently, very softly. And she stroked his hair, threading her quick little hands all the way through it. The touch of a woman was unlike in every way to the indifferent prodding of a gun.

“Would you have fucked that redneck?”

“No,” she said.

Saverin pictured her bent over, tensed up while the fat warty bastard thrust between her silky thighs. He gripped the girl tighter, surprised at the rage that descended over him. “What a waste.”

“I said I wouldn’t have.” She stood on tiptoe and put her arms around his neck again. Her kiss was deep and soft.

“You got a rubber on you?”

“I got one, hold on…” She fumbled in her purse and slapped a wrapped condom in his hand. “I’m flattered,” he said, turning it over.

“It’s the right size, ain’t it?”

“It’ll have to be.”

The smell in the room was terrible. There was a bed, but it wasn’t more than a dirty mattress. He was sure they had given her the worst room in the place.

The girl cleared her throat and he knew she must have smelled it too.

“What do you reckon?” he asked her. “Live skunk, or dead porcupine?”

“I’m thinking both,” she gagged.

He pulled her forward and pushed his nose in her neck, taking in her scent to block out the odors coming off the mattress. Her ass was thick and round like a peach, but her waist was small and tight.I forgot they made women like this.

She smelled so good. She felt even better. Her body was made to be soft and curving everywhere he was hard. She would be softest in the middle…Just as he was getting into it, pushing her dress up, a wave of stench crossed him up again. The girl broke off, choking.

“It’s comin’fromthe window!” she exclaimed.

“Fuck this. Let’s go to my truck.”

“What?”

He pulled up her dress. “Outside, my truck.”

“In the parking lot?”

“It’s cleaner than this place.”

“I’m meeting my ride real soon,” she said uneasily.

“Tempting as it might be, I don’t plan to run off with you,” Saverin assured her dryly.

“But…doin’ it in the parking lot? That’s too public.” She shook her head.

Fuck.

“Nobody’s seein’ inside my truck. It’s darker than this place and likely bigger.” He frowned, moved again by a strange chivalrous jab of conscience. “I wish we could get a real bed, but we’d have to leave here for that. I live ten miles over yonder.”

“No,” she said. “I can’t go to your house.”

“The truck it is then.” He paused thoughtfully. “Unless the smell of raccoon shit turns you on…”

“Ugh!”

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