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Fuck.
This girl was a drug, both heaven and hell wrapped into one. The kissing managed to intensify the fucking, and when her pussy clamped around my cock, I knew she was close. Her thighs hugged my hips, and our mouths separated when she came. Her back bowed, her hands falling away from my face, and I physically felt the absence.
Shit.
I held on to her while I came myself, letting her use the wall and me to bring herself back down from her high. She twitched in my arms, and I thought I’d die I flooded the condom between us so hard. Roaring, I milked her for everything she had. I didn’t want to leave this girl’s pussy. I refused.
But I had to.
Eventually, there wasn’t anything left to take from her, and I knew what that made me look like. I knew what this looked like. I took advantage of a situation, and I wasn’t a goddamn saint by any stretch of the word, but I did have a moral compass. The fact of the matter was, Aspen Davis wouldn’t have done this at all if she’d known who she did this with.
Exhaustion combined with my guilt, both of us exhausted. Aspen sagged against me, and I slumped against her.
“Punisher?”
The prompt was for me to lift my head, to kiss her, and I let her touch me again. Her hands returned to my face, and if I had my hat off, I knew I’d let her touch my hair. I’d allow her to put her hands all up in that shit. I wanted her touch everywhere.
But when the kiss ended, my actions told the opposite. I tugged my neck gaiter back up, then returned Aspen’s feet to the ground. As soon as her heels were on the floor, I backed up, giving her some space. I even turned around so she could adjust her clothing, giving her some privacy even though we couldn’t see each other for shit behind the wall. While she did, I removed the condom, then tucked my dick away.
“Well… that was fun.” She nearly sounded shy behind me when she hadn’t been moments ago. I didn’t think I got the read on this girl wrong even though I’d only seen her through social media through the years. She gave off a good-girl image even if she was sexy as sin.
Which she was.
I couldn’t really see her in the dark area, but I had my hands on her, tasted her. I turned around and got little more than her outline.
Her steps brought her closer, and my heart kicked a beat when her hands slid up the hard panes of my chest. She wasn’t shy about it, harsh heat gliding across my chest before she wrapped her arms around me.
Back away.
Every instinct within me wanted to, gongs firing off in my head and my body tensing, tightening. Aspen clearly hadn’t noticed because she pressed her warm tits against me, and for some reason, I let her. For some reason, I allowed her to meld into me, and as soon as she did, my shoulders eased away from my ears. I actually ended up holding her back, my fingers gathered in the material of her dress.
God, this girl was dangerous.
For both of us and I didn’t need the distraction. I already had enough addictions in my life. I was already avoiding life. At least, when I could.
Aspen’s outline shifted. “You going to tell me who you are now or what?”
It’d be natural for me to, wouldn’t it? I mean, we had fucked. In fact, this probably could have become something if it wasn’t her or me. But the thing was, she was her, and because I was me, I got a hold of her, my hand cupping her ass when I removed the last bit of space between us. Her staggered breath sounded in my ear, and it hiked when I moved to hers.
“Anarchy,” I whispered, and if I could see her, I knew I’d see her tremble. I could feel it in her hot little body, her curves quaking in my hands. “You asked what the mask was. What I am? And that’s pure and unadulterated anarchy…” I drew in closer. “Snowflake.”
I physically felt the moment shift.
Again, she was in my hands.
Aspen’s body locked up almost instantly, and right away, her heat left my hands. In fact, she recoiled so fast a breeze hit me, and when shouts started blaring above the rave’s noise, I placed more distance.
Someone yelled, “cops,” and Aspen moved toward the voices into the rave’s neon lights. The strobe lights hit her blonde, Marilyn Monroe wig as soon as she got from behind the wall, and I think she only headed that way on instinct because the next time I saw her, she was looking back behind her. She scanned the dark corner where we’d fucked moments ago, but I’d already faded deeper into the darkness.
Move on, snowflake.
Sometimes the cops crashed these events. It was a big reason why they moved. The fuckers could hit their quotas for years with the amount of drugs and illegal betting that went on here, but the threat of that wasn’t enough to make Aspen Davis move. She kept looking behind her until the crowd forced her to physically move.
I followed. Of course I did because I was a dumb fuck. I wanted to make sure she got out of here, and she shouldn’t have been here in the first place.
I stayed with the crowd, and even fought a dude when I noticed him shove her. She just about fell to the floor, but she stabilized herself.
Keep going, snowflake.
