Page 37 of Scrimmage

“That’s right, baby girl.” His fingers brush away my tears.

Baby girl.

His lips capture mine before trailing down my jaw. His teeth nip at my shoulder at the base of my neck. I moan, trying to hold back. I can feel the ghost of his smile over my skin. I’m convinced that he is the devil sent to torture me. I drag my nails down his back and he groans, releasing me. While he slams into me ferociously, I cry harder. His hungry eyes bore into me, challenging me to defy him.

“I can feel you getting tighter. Don’t. Fucking. Come.”

It sounds like someone is killing me. If this party wasn’t so loud someone would have called the police for domestic violence by now.

“I’m not. I’m not,” I plead.

“Goddamn.” He seats himself inside of me. “You’re doing so good, baby girl,” he praises, brushing the sweaty locks of hair from my face. “You’re going to come now, okay? Can you do that for me?”

I nod enthusiastically. He starts to pump in and out, and I can feel the orgasm already building. He pounds into me, and the sound of wet slapping fills the room. My eyes roll back into my head as the orgasm slams into me. As soon as my pussy clamps down on him, he slides his arms under mine and grips me, biting down onto my shoulder.

I’m pretty sure I move straight into a second orgasm as he unloads inside of me. It shouldn’t feel this good. I should have demanded a condom at the very least. I didn’t even try to get him to pull out. I can feel the heat, whimpering as he finishes. We’re a mess of sweat and tears, and we reek of sex. Koda pulls out, his cum drips down my between my legs.

“Fuck. I’ll get you a plan B,” he says angrily, like it’s my fault he had no self-control. He shoves his dick back in his jeans and buttons them.

“Don’t bother. I’ve got an IUD. Gotta go.”

“Leaving already?” He looks at me like a hunter who found his prey.

I feel sick. The shame heats my cheeks. Disappointment whispers into my soul. I already feel the need to have it all again drowning me.

“I fucking hate you, Chance.” I tear out of the room before I can hear whatever shitty response he’s going to come up with. It’s misdirected, but I don’t really give a shit.

On my way through the crowd I accidentally run into Alexi.

“Hey there. I was just looking for you." He has a lazy grin on his face with messy hair.

“I hope you had fun with Stacy,” I snap, running away as fast as I can.

The front lawn is packed when I make it out. I pull out my phone to a series of texts from Penny.

Where are you?

Alexi is looking for youfollowed by side eye emojis.

Are you alive?

This party is massive

Cole can’t find you

Did you Irish goodbye me?

I swear to God.

I send my response just before my phone powers down.

Went home. Have funwith a few party pop emojis.

I take a deep breath and start to sprint. I hate running, but I forgot how good it feels. Heading towards the safety of my haven with Penny is a rush. By the time I get home my mind is clear. I plug my phone in and get into the shower, washing the insanity of the night away. Once I’m in my sweatpants and settled into my bed, I check my phone. I have a response from Penny.

Hot football boy took me to get pizza. Won’t be home.

I smile. I’m glad she had a good night and that it didn’t end with fucking Vale. I respond.

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