Page 16 of The Offstage Fling


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Not that I wanted to think about my career or my father right now.

I looked down at the girl curled in my arms, her makeup already running in thick black streaks down her cheeks. Glitter tumbled off her lashes onto my skin and she rubbed it away, creating inky swirls and eddies between us.

The darkness streaked over her heavy breasts, trickled between her legs like a river of sin. My cock stood up at the sight, and I ached to drop her perfect pussy right over my length and fuck her until she passed out, moans tumbling from her lips.

One night, and I’d become addicted to her.

“I must look a fright,” she whispered, raising her hands to wash the makeup away.

“Don’t,” I said roughly. “You’re beautiful like this. All stained and ruined and so goddam fuckable.” I let her slide down my body, making sure she was steady on her feet but I didn’t let go. “I need you again.”

“Randy fucker,” she mumbled, pressing her lips to my skin and licking at the ink on my chest.

I barked a laugh, fisting her damp hair. “Turn around.”

“Not just yet.” She stared up at me through her ruined makeup. “You said I could explore.”

I didn’t remember granting any such permission, but my little goth girl wasn’t taking no for an answer. Her hands ran down my torso, traced over the vee at my hips.

“I want to lick you.”

I groaned and tilted my head back as she dropped to her knees, tracing the path her hands took with her hot little tongue. She reached for my cock, her fingertips grazing my engorged head, but I snapped my eyes open, catching her wrists and pinned them above her head in one hand.

With my other, I stroked her cheek tenderly while I denied her. “Mouth only, Indi,” I murmured, needing the control to edge us both, otherwise I’d shatter around her too early.

Licking her pink, swollen lips, she nodded, accepting my rules. Her mouth opened wider, and rather than just lick me, she swallowed me whole, taking me right to the back of her throat and beyond. Her gag reflex relaxed, she let me right into her throat, her lips parted, eyes open, tears already gathering at the corners.

Then she swallowed.

I saw stars.

Swearing, I stumbled back a step, still holding her wrists as I hit the cold tiles, my hand in her hair, pinning her to me.

Her moan matched mine as we moved and she struggled on her knees to keep up. Breathing hard, I stared down at her where she watched me, waiting, as though knowing to get what she wanted, she had to let me take control.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I gasped, using my hand in her hair to guide her sweet, hot mouth along my shaft.

She mumbled something, but her words were hard to make out amongst a mouthful of cock.

“Tell me later, sweetheart.” I worked her harder until I swelled, filling her throat with flesh then pulled her off before I could finish in her mouth.

She mewled her discontent, but I held her tight, lifting her to her feet. Keeping her arms over her head and my hand in her hair, I pushed her forward into the glass face first.

“Open your legs, Indi,” I ordered softly.

She spread her legs for me, but I tapped her feet out a little more, needing every inch of control she’d give up. Her hands pressed flat to the glass but as I worked my cock into her sopping pussy, her fingernails scraped the surface. She shuddered, already pulsing around me.

“Good girl,” I murmured into her neck, kissing and sucking the tender skin there that made her so responsive to my touch. “Are you going to stay my good girl and keep those hands there while I fuck you into the glass?”

The pulses her searing pussy gave my cock told me she fucking loved the dirty talk.

“Yes, Xoan,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick the glass like it was my mouth. Or my cock.

I groaned aloud, rocking into her. Our skin slapped together as she chanted my name, like an audience of one all for me. I loved the sounds falling from her stunning mouth and slammed mine over it, stealing her breath and her words until her lips were tender beneath me.

Releasing her hands and hair, I gripped her hips hard, enough to mark her and slammed home, again and again, until our cries mingled togethers and I fed my seed between her legs, marking her there as mine too.

And when she tumbled into my arms, her legs unable to hold her though I still buzzed with enough energy to fuck us both again, I washed her tenderly, dried us both and sank onto her bed without bothering with the covers. Pulling the side of the covers up belatedly when I realised I had no strength left to move, I held her to my chest, wondering if I could stay with her forever.

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