Page 9 of The Dollmaker
“Maybe, we will see. Now go! He’s looking for you,” she says, shooing me away.
Stepping out of her tent, I spot Tripp frantically looking for me. I whistle and he snaps his head in my direction. Walking over to him, he hands me my stick of pink and purple cotton candy and a black shot.
“I told you not to go far!” he growls, gripping my hips, pulling me towards him.
“I didn’t. Agatha was calling me to her tent, so I went and now I know what needs to be done, but for now — we enjoy the night. The rest can wait,” I tell him, and he nods. I’m not sure if he believes me or thinks I’m nuts. The jury is still out.
“Well, take the shot,” he orders, as he takes his. I bring the plastic to my lips and swallow the cold liquid down my throat. It tastes like black licorice, which is my favorite candy. “So gross,” he gags, and I laugh.
“It was amazing. We should get another one,” I state, but he shakes his head.
“You know it’s laced. Only one per ticket ” he tells me and I pout, then take a bite of my cotton candy. My body begins to tingle as the drink makes its way through my system. The lights around me get brighter as the fog sets in. My nipples harden beneath my dark blue dress as the pulse in my clit races, making me want Tripp to touch me already.
“Damn, this shit hit fast,” I giggle, and he laughs.
“I know, my cock is hard as fuck right now,” he says, and I lick my lips, already wanting to get on my knees for him.
“Well, let's go before I make you take me back to the car,” I tell him as we rush through the sea of people into the last tent. We walk through a small hallway and into the main area, where a red glow dims the lights. My eyes light up seeing naked girls in cages dancing around the enormous space. Moans greet my ears as the DJ plays on the main stages, the music is erotic making my body aroused even more.
We bypass the bar by the entrance, but I halt my movement as I notice beds with black headboards and red, sheer canopies to the left. Rows and rows of couches on the right. Leaving the center of the room empty.I wonder why that is?
“Where would you like to sit, or better yet, be used to my liking?” Tripp whispers in my ear.
“The couch,” I tell him, but he shakes his head and leads me over to the beds.
Pushing me down on the silk sheets, my body melts into the bed, as he steps between my legs, taking off his leather jacket, followed by his black tee, I sit up and drag my nails down his chest, loving the way his stomach flexes. Pulling the button to his jeans open, I slide down his zipper and stick my hand into his boxers, gripping his hard cock. He hisses as my thumb runs over the tip. I look up at him as he cups my face, his eyes filled with lust and need.
“Take him into your mouth, Savannah, I want to feel how tight your throat is,” he orders, pulling his jeans and boxers down over his hips. I pump his length a few times before leaning towards him and circling my tongue over the tip. He groans, reaching down to pull my tits out of my low-cut dress. He pinches my nipples, causing me to moan as I take his cock to the back of my throat, swallowing around him. “Mmm, such a good girl,” he praises as my pussy floods with want. I take him deeper, gagging on him repeatedly until he pulls me off his length with a pop as a string of saliva falls from my lips. “You’re so perfect, baby. I love this mouth, but I want your tight cunt more,” he growls, spreading my legs.
He runs a finger up and down my soaked thong, sliding it to the side. “Mmm, there’s those sexy lips, look at them glistening for me,” he groans, bending down to take my nipples into his mouth as he slides a finger inside me. My back arches off the bed and I raise my legs, wrapping them around his waist, pulling himcloser to me. My body jerks when his thumb skims over my clit, adding another finger to my core.
Reaching between us, I take his cock into my hand and pump his slowly, making him groan loudly.
“Tripp, fuck, I need you inside me,” I pant.
“You want me to stretch this tight pussy, Sav?” he asks, biting down on my nipple.
“Oh god, yes,” I whimper, as his thumb circles my aching clit causing my hips to circle as I bring the tip of his cock closer to my entrance, running my fingers over the pre-cum that is gathered at the tip and sliding them into my mouth. His eyes widen at the notion as his dick twitches against my thighs. Moans and skin slapping around us arouse me even more as the lights dim around us.
“How bad do you want me, Savannah?” he asks, pumping his fingers faster as I squeeze around them, rolling my hips.
“Please, Tripp. Make me cum,” I beg, and he growls, slamming his lips against mine as he removes his fingers from my core and pinches my clit. Reaching down between us, I slide his cock between my soaked lips, coating his length with my arousal.
“Fuck, Sav. You’re drenched, baby,” he moans, biting my bottom lip.
“I am, for you! Only you!” I growl, wanting him to slam into me already.
“Mine!” he growls, shoving his face into the crook of my neck, while his fingers dig painfully into my thighs. His hips snap frantically as he fucks my pussy lips, coating my clit with his pre-cum.
“Tripp, fuck me. Please, fuck me,” I whine, digging my nails into his back.
“Beg harder, Sav. Let me hear it.” He pants as he slows his pace, making me shiver.
“I-I,” I stutter as he slams into me. We both groan as he pulls all the way out, only to slam back in. My body drips with sweat as I roll my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He slides his hands between my legs, flicking my clit, causing my thighs to shake around him. I dig my nails into this chest, and he wraps his hand around my throat, taking my air. My body convulses as my orgasm hits me like a freight train, gushing against him. He squeezes my throat tighter while his other hand slaps my clit over and over again, slamming into me brutally before he roars his release, filling me to the brim. He lets go of my throat, and I pull him down and press my lips against his, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.
“I love you, Tripp Deveroux, always,” I tell him as tears fill my eyes.
“I love you more, Savannah,” he whispers as he reaches over into his leather jacket and pulls out a box. He opens it, and my eyes widen. “Will you marry me, Savannah, and be my wife for eternity?” he asks, as he slowly pumps in and out of me. I tighten around him as tears spill from my eyes.
