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I notice the purple hickey Squealer left on her neck last night, and seeing as me and him like to compete with each other, I decide I’ll leave a mark of my own. Placing my mouth over her jugular I suck hard on her skin, drawing her blood to the surface. And when I pull back to look, I’m impressed with the much more prominent mark I’ve gifted her with.
I move us away from the ring, my cock still inside her, bouncing with each stride I make toward the weights. Placing her down on the bench, I stretch open her thighs and get a better angle inside her wide-spread pussy. She glistens for me as I pull out and push back in, over and over until more sweat pours off my back and more of the tension inside me eases up.
“You’re the best of ‘em all, Troj,” she tells me, arching her back and hanging her head off the edge of the bench.
“Ya tell that to Squeal last night too?” I look down at her and wink, making her cheeks flush pink.
“Didn’t think you were the jealous type,” she bites back at me, her smile suggesting she likes that idea.
“Ain’t jealous, baby.” I laugh, pressing my thumb over her clit and landing her with my finishing move. Her hips automatically thrust up, forcing her to take more of me, and her body jolts when she comes for the third time. I snatch my cock away from her and quickly snap the condom off, taking a fist of her hair and guiding her head up to meet my cock. Three pumps through my fists has me spilling down her throat, and she takes it like a pro. Swallowing as she sucks. Her eyes wide and focused up on mine as she drinks me down.
I trail the tip of my cock across her lips, leaving a shiny coat on them. And she smiles me a satisfied smile before wiping the corner of her mouth with her finger and sucking that too.
I wait to feel better, but it doesn't happen. I'm still thinking about the fact that Shaniya belongs to someone who isn't fucking me.
I keep my eyes on her as I pull my cell from my pocket and call Squealer.
“What’s up?” he answers on the third ring.
“You at the club?”
“Just about to leave my cabin, why?”
“Stop by at the gym I got something for you.” I hang up as Krissy readjusts herself and stands to her feet.
“You know if you claimed me, you wouldn’t have to share,” she tells me, checking out her hair in the mirror.
“You wanna be my old lady?” I laugh at her.
I ain't doubting that Krissy would make someone a good old lady someday. She’s one of the nicer whores that hang around here. She’d be good for someone. Just not me.
“Does that sound so terrible?” she shrugs, straddling my lap when I sit myself on the bench.
“I ain’t ready to come off the market just yet, darlin’.”
“You think you’ll ever be?” She tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Never really thought about it.” That’s a lie. I’ve thought about Shaniya being mine every day since I first saw her three fucking years ago. And it don’t matter how many Krissy’s I stick my dick in, I won’t ever forget that she can’t be.
The sound of an engine outside distracts me from getting mad about that fact again, and I pull on a smile when Squeal steps inside the gym.
Krissy’s posture instantly changes. Her tits sticking out again and her filthy lips already sucked into a seductive pout. Looks like this needy whore is ready to go round two.
“Whatcha got for me, Trojy…” Squealer breaks into a shit-eating grin when he sees I’m not alone. “Oh hey, darlin’,” he tips his head at Krissy.
“Krissy was just tellin' me that she can’t decide who’s the better kisser out of the two of us,” I mention to him casually.
“Kisser?” He pulls a face at me. “Jesus, I didn’t realize we were still in 4th fuckin’ grade. That’s really not what should be getting questioned here.” Squealer palms his dick, while Krissy looks at me confused.
“Just figured you might want a shot at the title, but… if you don’t think you can handle the competition,” I shrug.
“Hey, I never said that.” Squeal is competitive by nature, never one to back out of a challenge.
“Sure, I’ll kiss ya, darlin’, puck ‘em up.” Krissy smirks at me when she figures what I’m doing and Squealer goes in. Hell, he even slips his hand behind her head and makes his shit look good. His tongue enters her mouth, and I cross my arms over my chest and smirk when I think about the last thing Krissy took between her lips.
“How was that?” Squealer steps back looking pleased with himself, and Krissy giggles.
“So come on then. Who fuckin’ wins?” He looks between us, probably wondering why we’re both laughing.
