Page 79 of Massacre
Amber rolled her eyes, but her mouth quirked with amusement. “One day, you’re going to push your luck too far.” She reached for her mug, swirling the dregs of coffee around and watching the caramel ribbons chase each other. The diner hummed with sleepy conversation—old timers at the counter, a waitress with a blue streak in her hair, the silent clatter of plates and silverware that felt more like home than anywhere else.
I leaned back, letting the last bite of pancake linger. “Maybe. But not today.” The sounds of bikes rumbled off in the distance. Reaching for my wallet, I threw a couple of large bills on the table, chugged down the rest of my coffee, and stood. “It’s time to go, babe.”
Grabbing her hand once again, we rushed out of the diner, leaving through the back way. Looking around, I frowned. “Now what?”
“Well, there is a movie theater close by. They have early-morning matinees. Been a long time since I’ve seen a movie on the big screen.”
Smiling down at my woman, I said, “Lead the way, babe.”
Amber’s eyes sparked—always up for something a little reckless—so we slipped around the side of the building, boots thudding a secret rhythm on the cracked asphalt. The morning air was crisp, full of the scent of fresh cut grass and engine oil—that odd blend of freedom and familiarity.
We made our way down the sleepy street, passing shuttered shops and faded murals, hands entwined, stealing glances that spoke of our own private joke. The world felt smaller, safer, when it was just us, ducking beneath the awning of the old theater as a battered marquee overhead promised a classic film and popcorn at half price.
Inside, the hush of velvet seats and sticky floors wrapped around us. We picked a spot near the back. Amber’s head found my shoulder as the previews flickered to life on the dusty screen, and I felt her shift, her hand moving slowly across my dick.
“Babe,” I whispered. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve seen this movie before.”
Cupping my growing cock, she squeezed lightly. “You can watch the movie if you want. I’ve found something else to entertain me.”
Before I could stop her, Amber slipped from her seat and kneeled between my legs, her hands swiftly unzipping my jeans. As the lights dimmed, I felt her breath hot on my cock, her tongue swirling, and I bit back a groan. I knew I should stop her, but, fuck, it felt too good. I was already so hard, and she knew exactly what she was doing.
Her mouth enveloped me, and I threw my head back, and my eyes closed in bliss. I was faintly aware of the movie playing out in front of us, but it all faded away as Amber’s mouth worked its magic. I was lost in the sensation, my hands threading through her hair, guiding her, urging her on.
A sharp intake of breath, a soft moan, and I knew she’d taken me deep.
My God, my woman could suck rust off a tailpipe.
Moaning, I held her head in place as I felt the tip of my dick at the back of her throat.
“Swallow, baby,” I grunted, and she did as my cock slipped further in. Hearing her moan, I released my hold as she ravenously bobbed her head, sucking and stroking my cock. I could feel my balls tightening when she went down again, sucking my dick to the back of her throat, and then the most amazing thing happened. In the next instant, Amber released my stiff dick with a resounding pop and climbed up into my lap.
Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear, “Fuck my ass, Massacre.”
Yeah, this boy didn’t need to be told twice.
Butt sex was my favorite kind of sex, next to pussy sex.
I didn’t hesitate. Amber’s request sent a jolt of desire through me, and I was already imagining the feel of her tight sphincter yielding to my dick as I sank into that fucking tight hole. The movie theater was dark and quiet, the perfect cover for what I was about to do to her.
I stood, lifting Amber with me, and carried her to the back of the theater, where we’d be hidden from view. Setting her down on her feet, I kissed her deeply, my hands already working to undo the buttons of her jeans. She returned my kiss with equal passion, her hands reaching for my cock.
Growling, I shoved her jeans down past her knees, then twisted her around.
“Hands on the seat in front of you, baby.”
Doing as I said, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me as she bent at the waist and pushed her bare ass out toward me. My nostrils flared and my dick twitched. Grabbing my dick, I pumped my shaft a few times as I slipped my fingers into her wet cunt.
“God, baby,” I groaned. “You’re soaked.”
“I need...” she whined.
“I know, baby. I’m gonna take good care of you,” I promised, lining up my cock and slamming into her wet pussy. The feel of her skin against mine was electric, and I wasted no time in entering her. She gasped as I thrust forward, filling her completely. I paused for a moment, savoring the sensation, before beginning to move, slowly at first, but soon our rhythm became urgent and frantic. The sounds of our lovemaking filled the theater, a symphony of desire. I could hear her breath coming in sharp gasps as I bent over her and whispered in her ear, “I need you to come for me, baby. Soak my cock with your pussy juices. Slick me up real good.”
Amber’s eyes sparkled with desire as she nodded, biting her lip. I gripped her hips, pulling her back onto my cock, and began to move in earnest, my balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. She moaned, her breath coming in short gasps, her walls clenching around me as she approached her peak. I could feel her juices flowing, coating my cock, and I knew she was close. With a final, deep thrust, I felt her climax wash over me, her pussy pulsating around my cock as she cried out, her head falling forward.
I held her there, buried deep inside her, as her orgasm rippled through her.
