Page 32 of Piper's Pyro

When I wasn’t met with resistance, I fucked her virgin hole as if the world was about to end. I didn’t want to hurt her, but it was difficult to contain my depraved desires.

“The pressure. It’s intense,” she said in a breathy voice. “Christ, I hate that I love this. I just wish you were someone else.”

Her words hurt. I kissed her shoulder and bit it. “I know. After tonight, we’ll never see each other again.”

“I can only hope you’re right.”

“Come for me.” I fingered her pussy.

On command, she wailed and mewled.

“My obedient little biker princess.”

She lowered her head to the bed panting through her orgasm.

“Again.” I moved my hand to her tit and took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“I can’t.”

“Bitch, you better come for me.” I pinched her sensitive bud and felt her tighter around my cock. “That’s it.”

She growled like a pissed-off bitch. But she came again. She tried to collapse onto the mattress, but I needed to finish first.

I held her hips and bucked in and out of her. She yelped and yipped the faster I went. I memorized her head bouncing from side to side, her dark hair matted in sweat on her skin. Fucking perfection and the bane of my existence.

How would I ever walk away from her now?

She was mine.

I seized and shot my cum into her tight asshole. “Now all I need to do is come in your mouth and I will have had all your holes.” I pulled out gently.

“Dream on.” She collapsed, and I went down on top of her.

“Rest for a bit. Then I’ll make you swallow every inch of me,” I whispered at the shell of her ear, making her tremble.

“I wouldn’t suck your dick if you paid me a billion dollars.”

“I’d never pay to be sucked off. But you’ll beg for it. Just wait and see.” I curled my body around hers, spooned her, and kissed her shoulder.

“You disgust me.”

“And don’t forget you hate me.”

“I won’t.” She yawned and wiggled her ass against my deflated dick. “Why aren’t you the main drummer for the band?”

My defenses were gone, so I answered her honestly. “Anxiety.”

“Anxiety keeps you from performing on stage?”

“Yep. It’s severe and paralyzing, but last night was a dream come true.”

“You were fantastic, truly.” She sighed and shifted to get comfortable. Pride swelled in my chest. “Any idea why you have it?”

“Sure, but nothing I care to share.” I gently stroked her hip.

“And the drugs? Why’d you start using?”

“To numb my pain. Now get some sleep.”

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