Page 9 of Last Summer
Danica spins to see what’s going on just as another message appears in the chat.
Anonymous: Or die.
My stomach drops and my unease turns into full panic. More messages come in faster than last.
Anonymous:Confess or die. Confess or die. Confess or die.
What the fuck? Who is this?
“Should we block anonymous chat?” I ask but the reply from Anonymous comes immediately.
Anonymous: Only if you want to be the next one to die.
Anonymous: Or maybe I’ll kill the slut between your legs and make you watch the whore die.
My heart skips a beat before it rattles in my chest, Danica’s hand moves over mine—squeezing it.
“What kind of fucking joke is this?” I snarl, but something tells me this is so not a joke and that things are about to get really fucking real.
That’s when we hear piercing screams come from outside, startling us both.
A second later, another message comes in.
Anonymous: Ready to play, Danica?
Chapter five
FINAL DESTINATION
ABBY
SundayMorning
“That’s it, baby, bounce up and down on this thick cock,” Chris coos as he grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes—hard.
His touch is aggressive and masculine and everything I’ve been craving. The only thing I’ve fucked recently has been Danica’s mouth and my own toys on camera, neither of which have the same level of pleasure as a real big and meaty dick. Fuck, I love cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, even in my ass. I haven’t had a nice, big rod and someone with the knowledge of how to use it in a long time. Not since Jonathan. Should I feel guilty that I went behind my best friend’s back and fucked her boyfriend, then used her grief over his death to get her between my legs? Possibly. But life’s too short for bullshit. Why not enjoy the ride until you die?
“You feel so good, baby,” I croon as I bounce up and down on his lap.
My little skirt rides up higher around my waist as his hands roam over the flesh of my thighs, trying desperately to findsomething to hold onto. Each roll of my hips has my clit rubbing against his pubic bone in the most delicious way.
“You gonna come on my cock, slut?” His degradation spurs on my movements.
Fuck, this is so what I needed. Danica is soft and sweet and fun to play with but I miss the way Jonathan would gag me, telling me to keep quiet while he used me. I loved being his dirty little secret. Why be the boring girlfriend when you can be the hot little side piece they can’t keep their hands off of? If I squint hard enough, Chris could pass for Jonathan. They both have dark hair, broad shoulders, muscles, tattoos—had—Jonathanhadthose things. He’s gone now. Dead. Has been for a year. The rising guilt brings panic, rushing through my veins. I chase the high of a release in order to push the memories of that day last summer away.
“I’m so fucking close,” I moan as I thrust up and down, desperate to have him deeper, harder.
Being the only male here, he got his own yurt. It’s spacious and surprisingly comfortable. This is so not what I pictured when they said glamping but I will take it. Chris is perched on the brown leather loveseat opposite the bed. I’m straddling him with my knees sinking into the soft cushions. My fingers grip the back of the couch in order to get better leverage.
“Fuck yeah, girl, you feel so fucking good.” I’m certain he doesn’t remember my name, but I don’t care. I’m here to get dick, not a boyfriend.
We should probably be streaming this; that’s what we were paid to come here for. But I just need a quickie, get it out of my system once, so I have the patience and energy to listen to the dickwads on the live stream tell me to kiss Danica’s cunt or whatever else they demand. What’s the deal with society’s weird obsession with girl-on-girl anyway? Give me a nice thick cockpounding my pussy over some squishy cunt rolling against mine any day.
Chris’ movements become jerky and uncoordinated as we both start climbing towards our peak. Warmth is building in my core and every thrust of his hips brings me closer and closer towards the finish line. Waves of tingling pleasure begin radiating up my spine as my clit rocks against him in tandem with his length caressing my inner walls in just the right way. The very slight curve to his cock means it hits at just the right angle to make me see stars with each powerful thrust.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I chant as I spiral higher and higher until reaching the crest, the dam of release threatening to burst. “Don’t fucking stop!”
“I’m gonna cover your slutty little cunt in my cum, baby. You ready for it?” he asks as his hands fall to my hips, gripping me so tightly that I know they’ll leave a bruise.
