Page 245 of Unravelling The Beast

“Then fuck me into oblivion, Arlo.”

His lips immediately crash against mine and as our tongues collide, I pry his hard, heavy cock free.

We kiss domineeringly while he raises me and I circle his waist with my legs as he presses me against the cubicle wall before slipping his hard cock straight into my moist pussy. I release a satisfied moan as soon as he enters me before we resume the ferocious kiss, and he fucks me savagely.

With my arms wrapped around his neck, he raises his hands above us and clutches the top of the cubicle before driving further into me, causing me to scream

“Fuck!”

He hisses forcefully against my swollen lips.

“Fucking louder, you little slut! Don't you dare hold back.”

The pleasure becomes too much for me, and soon I'm screaming so loudly that it's not normal. We both completely disregard the fact that others come in and out every few minutes as we get lost in what we're doing. Every time he thrusts into me, he gets deeper, his piercing stroking the inside of me as my back slides up the wall.

He licks his pierced tongue all the way up my neck to my chin with a growl while I'm coming hard, and I fling my head back towards the wall, a big scream escaping me. Before I know it, I feel him fire his hot load deep inside my pussy.

We both rest our foreheads on each other, eyes closed, and breathe deeply as he slows his rhythm until he comes to a stop. When we open our eyes, he glances at my lips before capturing them in a hard kiss and then murmuring breathlessly against them.

“I fucking love you.”

I smile before kissing his lips gently.

“I love you too.”

When he lowers me to my feet, I slide my dress down my thighs and adjust myself while he fixes himself too before taking my hand, and we both exit the restrooms together.

As we enter the dance floor again, Izzy approaches me with a big smile on her face.

“How about one more dance, Wren, and then I'll leave you two alone for the night?”

I peer up at Arlo, who looks down at me before grudgingly releasing his firm grip on my hand and strolling away. I glance at Izzy and give her a small smile before we walk deeper onto the dance floor.

We dance until I feel a warm touch travel across the bottom of my back near my ass and my brows crease, before I turn around and look up into the bright blue eyes of a stranger with blonde hair.

“Wren?”

I stare at the young guy, perplexed, not recognizing him at all.

“Can I have this dance?”

“Who are you, and how do you know my name?”

Itake a seat, slumping back in the chair with a huff before shooting the rest of my drink back.

“Where the fuck did you go?”

My eyes lift to Milo’s as I set my empty glass down on the table.

“I needed a piss.”

He raises an eyebrow, and I turn to check on Wren when I notice a guy in front of her with his back to me and his hand low on her back. A firestorm of anger runs through me instantly, and I sit forward swiftly.

She glares up at him, clenching her teeth and attempting to shove his hand away, but he simply flushes her closer to him.

“What the fuck! You're dead, motherfucker!”

Milo shouts, seeming confused, from opposite me as I stand up from my chair.

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