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“Condom,” I snap.
He swears and disappears. I turn back to her, kissing up her body to her lips, forcing her to taste herself before I slide down and suck on her nipples. I twist and lick then kiss down her belly, not wanting her to come too early. When I hear a rustle and feel hands on my ass, I lick her pussy before sucking on her clit. Her hips come away from the bed as she cries out, her cunt pulsing as she comes, fresh wetness gushing from her core.
I look back at him with a smirk. “I’ve already made her come once, better catch up.”
I turn forward to see her body is almost limp, but I’m not finished with her yet. I trail my fingers down her core and push them inside her fluttering channel, fucking her with them.
“I want you to come all over my tongue again, but only when he and I find our release. All together,” I murmur against her pussy.
“I can’t,” she whimpers raggedly.
“You can, and you will,” I demand, adding another finger in punishment. She cries out and lifts her hips, meeting my thrusts.
His condom-covered cock presses against my pussy. Tired of waiting, I push back, impaling myself on his length. It’s long and thinner than I like, but it will do. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me back before he pulls out and pushes back in. I roll my eyes.
“You don’t have to be gentle. I’m not your girlfriend. Just fuck me,” I snarl at him before I return to eating her cunt, licking at her cream as she writhes and moans beneath me.
He gets the picture. His grip tightens to the edge of pain, and then he yanks out before slamming back in, fucking me hard. There’s no gentleness like usual when you know someone. No, he fucks me like a stranger—hard, fast, and dirty. He hammers into me, impaling me on his cock again and again as his fingers sweep down my slick sex to my clit and start rubbing.
Pleasure explodes through me, and I cry out against her intimate flesh before adding another finger as I force her higher and higher. She screams as I stretch her. I’m so close now, he is too. His hips lose their steady rhythm as he slams into me, chasing his release. He palms the back of my head, pushing it down to his girlfriend’s cunt as he fucks me.
His grip tightens on my head to the point of pain as his thumb rubs my clit faster and faster. I suck in desperate breaths as I try to lick her, but my own release is right there. I fuck her faster with my fingers then bite down on her clit, and she screams, her pussy clamping around my fingers as she comes. I rest my head on her pelvis as he hammers into me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, so hot watching you lick her. You like it, don’t you, babe? God, you should feel her pussy, it’s so tight. Shit, I’m going to—” His voice hiccups and he groans, spanking my clit. I moan my own release as I feel him still and come. My pussy clamps around him as I writhe and moan, the force of it taking me by surprise as my eyes close and my heart skips a beat.
Fuck.
When it’s over, I slump, and he pulls free from my body, discarding the condom. I spread my pussy lips, swipe my fingers across the cream dripping from me, and then reach up, smearing it on his girlfriend’s lips as she watches me. She licks her lips, her chest still heaving.
“That’s how he tastes in me.” I smirk as I crawl up and kiss her before flopping onto my back by her side. He lies down on her other side, kissing her gently before drawing away and pulling her into his arms.
That’s my cue to leave. I got what I wanted—orgasms, mine and theirs.
Slipping from the bed, I find my panties and pull them on. It’s harder to get my leather trousers up because I’ve been sweating, but I jump and wiggle until I get my plump ass into them, and then I tug on the bralette, pushing up my double Ds while my flat stomach and tucked in waist are left on display.
I hear a noise and turn to see the woman watching me. Her eyes are running hungrily down my body before she meets my gaze and offers me a friendly smile—the type you only give someone when you have intimate knowledge of them.
“What’s your name?” she calls, sitting up. Her body is still bare, and her eyes are fuzzy from pleasure and alcohol. Her boyfriend is wrapped around her, but he’s already asleep.
Men.
“It doesn’t matter, you will never see me again,” I reply with a grin before I grab my heels and slip out of the room. I exit the house and shut the front door behind me, shivering in the cool morning air. The sun will be rising soon, and the world will wake, but for now, the sky is almost grey and everything is quiet, so I walk for a little while in the direction of my home.
As usual, my thoughts spiral, and screams fill my head—his laughter too.
“Red. Blue. Green,” I whisper as I stop in the middle of the street, pushing the memories away. “Red. Blue. Green,” I chant as fear and anxiety crawl through my body. The pleasure wears off, like it always does, and the bad memories creep in again now that I’m alone.
When I can see without wanting to throw up or scream, I flag a taxi and give them my address. We drive through the quiet city to the other side, which doesn’t take long. I stop him at the gate of the mansion that was left to us by my mum’s last husband when he divorced her gold-digging ass and hand over the money as I climb out. He pulls away, and as I stare at the big gate with the gold inlaid letters, disgust fills me.
I may be a whore, as she calls me, but at least I fuck for pleasure, not to get ahead in life.
Stepping through the side gate, I rush across the paved driveway and up to the double door. It’s unlocked.
I dangle my heels from my finger as I slip through the front door, trying to stay quiet as the early morning light shines through the huge windows, but I freeze. Sitting on the stairs with an angry, disapproving look is the devil herself.
“Blair,” she snaps.
“Mother,” I reply, dropping my heels as I go to move past her.
“Do not go to bed,” she warns and gets to her feet, looking me over in disgust. “How did I get such a whore for a daughter?” she snarls, and I narrow my eyes as she sighs and brushes back her perfectly curled hair. Her white silk robe is cinched at her tiny waist, and her fake boobs press against the fabric—a gift from her first husband. Her long, perfectly tanned legs are on display, and her fluffy heeled slippers make me snort with my own feelings of disgust. I may have inherited her blonde hair, but that’s where the comparison ends. I got my dad’s anger, his determination, and talent. As for being short and stacked, well, fuck knows where I got that from, but everyone loves ass and tits. More to grab, after all.
“As I was saying, do not go to bed. You need to pack.” She sniffs with derision and turns as if to dismiss me. This is the most we have spoken sinceithappened months ago.
“Pack?” I echo, pausing with my hand on the wrought iron banister.
“Pack,” she yells, her cruel, cold eyes locking on mine as a smile tips up her fake lips. It’s a malevolent one that makes my blood cold and sends my heart into overdrive. “We are moving.”
Moving?
“What the fuck?” I yell.
