Page 84 of Pretty Stolen Dolls

“Whiskey, straight up,” I order, holding my fingers up to signal I want two.

“Hey, Phillips. Good to see you.” Someone pats me on the back, but I don’t see who. I down the whiskey as soon as the glass hits the coaster in front of me and tap it for a refill.

“Did someone die?” a voice jeers to the right of me.

“Her fucking parents, asshole,” another says.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Did they catch that guy yet or what?” He’s drunk. I can tell from the slur in his tone.

“Shut the fuck up,” Dillon barks over my head and moves to walk around me, but I place my hand on his tight, toned stomach, willing him to take a seat.

“Simmons, that’s enough,” someone else grunts.

Simmons was my old partner. He tried to get frisky with me once and I hit him right on his nose, nearly breaking it. Apparently, he’s still bitter.

“Has anyone questioned her? Let’s face it. We all know she’s fucking crazy,” Simmons says with an obnoxious laugh. “I say she tipped over the edge and went on a rampage,” he bellows, and my insides churn as the white hot anger returns in full force. I stand to stop Dillon as he darts from his stool. Turning, I force my palm up and connect with Simmons’ nose. It’s fast, hard, and effective. Blood sprays everyone standing too close and his feet stumble backwards. Grabbing the pint on the bar, I tip it over his head and smash the glass at his feet.

“Sober up, asshole. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

“You stupid cunt,” he roars. “You really fucking broke it this time!” A fist hitting flesh signals Dillon laying him clean out and everyone rushes to carry him out of the bar.

“No one thinks that, Phillips,” Marcus chimes.

It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks. I know the truth.

Dirty little doll.

Fresh air blasts over me as we exit the bar and I turn to smile at Dillon. “My hero,” I say with a smirk, pulling my dress up my thighs and leaping into his arms.

“He’s had a thing for you for years. I don’t know where that came from,” he growls, pacing with me attached to him.

“It felt good breaking his nose for real this time.” I smile against his lips, feeling a little lighter. Maybe violence is what I needed to get out some of this pent up anger inside me.

I grind my pussy against his cock and he hisses.

“Fuck me in your car, Dillon,” I moan, biting his lip.

“People will see,” he groans against my attack.

“Let them see,” I tell him and then giggle.

Explaining the emotions swirling and twisting inside my head right now would be impossible. There’s this insurmountable amount of agony eating at me but also this intense passion anchoring me, like a black hole trying to swallow a star but coming up against immense gravity stopping it from going under. Dillon is the gravity and he’s keeping me from being devoured.

Opening the car door, he drops me to my feet and clambers inside, undoing his zipper and releasing his sizable cock. He waves his hands at me, gesturing for me to climb on and I have to bite my lip to stop from laughing at his enthusiasm. Reaching for the hem of my dress, I lift it and point to my pantyhose. Launching forward, he grabs me toward him and I have to place my hands on the roof to stop from falling into the car. His strong grip grabs me between the legs and tugs. The ripping sound excites me and my panties dampen.

“Now, get in here,” he orders playfully.

I slip over his lap, my back to his front, and he gasps at my position.

Hovering over him, I hold the dash while he yanks my dress higher and scoots my panties to the side. His fingers test my opening, pushing inside my walls and pumping hard.

“You’re all wet, baby. And look at this ass all in my fucking face. I want to eat it.”

He lines his cock up and lowers me on to it. My thighs are pressed together, causing my entrance to be tighter as I lower onto him. His cock stretches and fills me, and we both gasp and pant as my pussy strangles his full length. I use the dash to push my weight back on him and his hips wiggle and writhe beneath me as his strong hands rotate and grind my hips down. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Moving his hands up, he roughly cups my tits and pulls me back against him so he can kiss and lap at my earlobe and down my neck. One hand snakes down and finds my clit, swollen and throbbing. He spanks it and then squeezes until I come undone, screaming his name for all to hear.

My heart pounds and my pussy contracts, milking him for his climax. We topple over together and it’s a state of bliss I’ve never reached before.

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