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I gripped her throat harder, our tongues flicking, dancing. I couldn’t really see her or even myself in the dark, but that didn’t matter. We devoured each other’s mouths on pure instinct, adrenaline, and the lack of air made us both gasp. All the while, I held her pussy, making her grind against me, feel me.
“Fuck…” she rasped, biting me. She bit so hard something metallic hit my tongue, and I growled.
We’re too exposed.
I didn’t care how dark this corner was. We were still out in the open for anyone to come across, and I wasn’t letting anyone see what I was about to do to this girl. Fuck, I wasn’t letting anyone see her, and I picked her up by her thighs.
A short yip left her throat, followed by a surprised laugh. It sounded like wind chimes and shit and kicked something weird in my heart.
I need inside her. Now.
Aspen wrapped those wonderfully thick legs around me during my strides, her tight thighs hugging me like a bear cub, and I didn’t break the kiss while I took her away. I didn’t let her do anything but kiss me.
“So The Punisher does want to play,” she said, once we were literally both behind a wall. It was all I could find. The best I could do, and it was even darker over here.
I didn’t let her talk anymore, my tongue down her throat now. Her silence made it easier to taste her and tuck away my guilt about doing this with her.
My neck gaiter was down around my neck now, the thing completely forgotten, but with as dark as it was, she couldn’t see me. She’d stop if she could.
God, this is fucked.
So fucking fucked, but I didn’t stop. Aspen didn’t either. She continued to kiss me right back and let some anonymous guy drive his tongue down her throat. She let me gather her dress and finally feel that wet pussy.
Shit, she’s not wearing any panties.
Aspen Davis had come to play, and the TV obviously didn’t reveal this girl’s kinks. She was a celebrity, but she clearly wasn’t past having a good time. She was doing what most people did around here. A rave put on by my frat was a great place to release inhibitions, to just have a good fucking time with whoever one wanted to do it with. Aspen Davis was letting her hair down like the rest of us, and the fact that she could be doing this with any guy had me gripping that pussy harder. She wasn’t doing this shit with any other guy, and the startled cry that ripped from her throat only summoned more action into my hand. She dripped into my palm, so wet for me.
It’s not too late to stop.
But it was. It was the moment she let me have a taste. I got another when I moved to her neck. Immediately surrounded by cocoa, I tasted that sweet skin, and Aspen bucked when my fingers tunneled inside her pussy. She rocked against my fist, and when she tried to shove her hand under my shirt, I got her wrist. I forced it above her head, and another wind-chime laugh fluttered from her throat into my mouth.
“Controlling much?” she gasped, the question cut off when I bit her neck hard. She moaned, clearly forgetting about her line of questioning.
She didn’t know the half about my control, and she appeared to enjoy the benefits of the domination. She allowed me to take both of her hands and pin them above her, a maneuver I did while I got a condom out of my jeans. I made sure she knew what I was doing even if she couldn’t really see. I ripped the foil open with my teeth, then sheathed myself.
She really should stop me. Hell, I really should stop me, but I was too far gone, and she literally had her naked wet pussy hovering above my cock. Her thighs around me kept her aerial, and I wouldn’t let her fall.
At least not until she was on my cock.
I slid right in with an easy thrust, the noise we both made feral, untamed. I physically bit that shit down and ended up using her shoulder to do it.
“Christ,” she ground out, her hand gripping her breast, squeezing. I could feel that shit between us, and that made me pick up the pace like an animal. I wanted that breast in my mouth, to see if her nipples tasted as good as her tongue.
I didn’t dare, already mad, and she was the only one talking and eventually… screaming. The harsh beats of the rave were the only thing that masked her sounds, but I kept my shit on lock. I didn’t say a damn word and wouldn’t. I physically was drawing blood by biting the inside of my cheek but I couldn’t reveal myself. I couldn’t risk her finding out who I was, and I knew how fucked up that was. I knew how shitty this was.
But she felt so fucking good.
I considered myself a bit of an aficionado when it came to sex. I had a lot of goddamn sex. Fucked a lot of goddamn girls but being inside this chick hit different. Why was it different?
You know why.
Probably because I shouldn’t be. As far as she and I were considered, Aspen Davis was the Garden of Eden and her pussy the forbidden fucking fruit.
That certainly didn’t stop me from deep-diving in it, the muscles in my thighs burning from the intensity of my thrusts and that said something. I did suicides on the football field that left me feeling less labored.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Aspen got my shoulders, fucking me right back, and the heat of her hands drove me faster, harder. “Fuck, yes.”
I found I wanted her praise. I found I wanted her hands on me, and I didn’t reject her when she reached for my face this time. Her hands touched my cheeks, deepening our kiss.
