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I should be putting distance between us. Not dissolving at the sight of his hair tied in a messy bun, complete with wild strands haloing his savagely handsome face.
But Ky has no idea what the word distance even means. I’m not sure it’s in his vocabulary.
“Is this what you perverts do for fun? I feel sorry for you that you have to force girls to play with themselves to satisfy your sick fetishes?” I slide my dress up the swell of my thighs so that it rucks up around my hips, and Ky’s face lights up with the knowledge he’s worn me down.
“Oh, but you love every moment, don’t deny it.” His cock strains against the front of his sweats. My greedy fucking eyes drop to the outline pressed against the soft material. If he’s going to force this orgasm out of me, then the least he can do is show me his dick in the process.
“Looks like you need to do something about that.” The impression his hard length makes has my mouth watering, and every breath becomes more shaky as I guide my fingers to slip beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms, confirming how drenched I am.
The twitch on his lips is so cocky and provocative and deadly. “You want to see my dick? All you have to do is ask, baby girl.”
“I hate you.” The words have absolutely no weight behind them because I’m quickly biting my lip and stifling a moan when my middle finger swipes over my swollen clit.
“Fuck yes. You’re a dripping wet little slut aren’t you?” Ky pushes the waistband of his sweats down, revealing the full extent of the muscled v descending past his hips.
I’m rubbing faster circles as he takes his cock out, and Jesus, he’s all the dreams I’ve had rolled into one.
Holy fuck. He’s pierced.
My eyes widen at the sight of him. Long and veined and with a shiny piece of metal through the head.
“Like what you see?” Ky is so smug, it hurts. “Bet you’re aching to know how good it feels.”
Nope. I am not thinking about rubbing his piercing against my pussy. I am not.
“Such a shame I’m not allowed to touch you, and show you how good it would feel sliding through that wet cunt of yours. But I’ll still make you come for me any time I want…and I’ll do it just like this if that’s what it takes.” As he speaks, his fist glides up and down his length from root to tip.
Those words float through my lust-fueled mind, and I don’t quite grasp his meaning. But he’ll definitely make good on that promise, whatever it is, and right now, I’m lost in a sea of pleasure, so I don’t fucking care.
I’ll deal with the shame coating my skin tomorrow.
Right now, I want to come. Really. Fucking. Badly.
There’s a tingling building from my toes and flowing up my body like white-hot sparks on a breeze. I’m already close, and Ky can tell.
“That’s it. Come on your fingers like the dirty slut you are.”
A low moan slips out of me by accident.
“Take your tits out.” He’s stroking his cock faster now. Those green eyes of his follow the desperate movement of my fingers below the fabric with unrestrained hunger.
His command is so filthy, I can’t see straight. The thin cotton straps of my sundress have already fallen halfway down my shoulders, nearly exposing me. With my free hand, I tug at the two triangles of my blue bikini, and my breasts easily pop out on display.
Cold air pebbles my nipples into tight buds, with everything in this moment feeling hypersensitive. It only takes two more circles over the tiny bundle of nerves for my mouth to drop open and my entire body clenches up. The breathy noise that comes out of me is gasping and wanton.
Ky grunts, and while I’m still tugged under by the force of my climax, he shoves one knee onto the front of the seat, braces a heavy palm on the back of the chair beside my ear, and aims the head of his cock at my breasts. He fucks his fist and spurts hot cum all over my bared skin. My hard nipples are coated, and wetness slides down the soft valley where my tits are squeezed together.
I’m stunned and turned on and can do nothing but sit there as he paints me with his release.
For a moment, shocked silence keeps me immobile. Then I snap out of it and hastily cover myself up, wincing as the sticky residue clings to the inside of my bikini and the material of my dress. It smears against my heated skin and I grimace internally at the way I fell so easily into his net of come-hither looks and muscles.
As he tucks himself away, he makes a noise of approval somewhere in the back of his throat, then snatches up his phone.
With a quick tap on the screen, he glances back at me, and I really, really don’t like what I see in his expression.
“Save that for later, baby girl. You’re quite the pretty picture.”
Still wrapped in the haze of coming down from my orgasm, a buzzing sensation comes from my phone where it has fallen down the side of my chair. I don’t really know why I even have it with me. But my shaky fingers are grasping to fish it out of the crack between the cushion and the armrest, and I dread what I’m about to find there.
