“Fuck,” he says, milking his cock on my forehead. “Let’s trade sluts sometime, man. I can lend you my bitch here for a night.”
“No can do, man,” Walker says, even though I’m pretty sure he’s stroking again.
“Too fucking bad,” Hoodie says, tucking his dick.
They vanish into the shadows right after.
Grant walks back over to the bench.
“Reid and Miles are plotting some sketchy shit about bombing this park. I’m done with their bullshit.”
Finn laughs. “I don’t get why they are so salty about this.” He crouches in front of me, zooming in on my wrecked face. “This shit is so hot. Look at this masterpiece, man. I already came twice in my pants.”
“Bro, you’re such a loser,” Walker says.
Another guy approaches, a college dude who looks incredibly nervous. He selects my mouth but lasts maybe forty secondsbefore pulling out, spilling his load across my chest while stammering an apology. Walker laughs at him.
Then comes a guy in his forties wearing a shiny wedding ring. He fucks my ass slow, thoroughly savoring the tight friction, keeping a repetitive whisper of “good boy” under his breath. I felt that one.
Next are two random strangers who clearly didn’t arrive together but decided to share the prize. One claims my mouth, the other takes my ass. Finn tries to enthusiastically convince them to both fuck my ass at the same time until Walker tells him to shut the fuck up, murmuring something about Finn having no clue how much taking dick in the ass actually hurts.
Then a guy who just wants to jerk off on my face. He doesn’t even put his dick in a hole. He just stands over me, beating his meat and staring intently at the text written on my skin until he unloads a heavy stream across my cheek. Watching the look in his eyes while he uses my face as a target might be the hottest thing all night. Or maybe I’m just too far gone.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my life, honestly.
The next guy steps out of the trees. Broad shoulders and meaty arms framing a heavy gut that strains the fabric of his shirt.
Walker straightens up from where he was leaning against a tree. “Hey man. You know the deal?”
“Yeah,” the guy says. “Heard about the slut ‘round here.”
“Then have fun, man.”
The stranger walks over and towers right above me, looking down. His hand shoots out, grabbing my jaw and squeezing so hard my teeth mash together.
“Eyes up here, slut,” he orders.
I don’t move. Dolls don’t follow commands like that.
He squeezes harder.
“Hey.” Walker says. “He doesn’t do that, man. You want eye contact, get a boyfriend.”
The guy ignores him. His other hand grabs my hair, and yanks my head back. My neck strains, and I feel something pop, not painful but definitely not comfortable.
“I said—” Walker steps forward.
The guy backhands me across the face.
It’s not hard enough to knock me over, but it’shard.My head snaps to the side, my lip splitting instantly against my teeth. I taste blood.
I’ve been hit before. Not like this, obviously. Never in the middle of getting used because the guys don’t ever cross that line. But I know what it feels like. The shock, the blooming heat, the way your brain takes a second to catch up.
Right now I’m like this, my brain trying to understandwhat the fuckwas that.
I force my gaze back up to him.
“That’s it, you whor—”
