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Leaning down, I pull her dress down under her tits, and capture a nipple with my mouth. “Oh, West,” she murmurs, “please just fuck me.”
“You don’t want my mouth on you?”
“Not tonight, tonight I want to ride you,” she says, getting up on the bed and shoving me over. She tosses her dress over her head and her naked body, my name inked on her chest, goes on full display. Fuck, my cock is aching to get out of my pants right now, and she feels that, as she grinds her pussy on my cock through my jeans.
“Get me out and hop on,” I demand of her, and she complies, pulling my cock free and giving it a little lick before sinking down on top of me.
Tonight, is all about Jennifer, titty fucking will have to wait.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jordan
Ihate him. I hateher more, but I hate him. He came to me today, and I thought—I hoped—he was coming to tell me he’d still see me. Instead, he apologized for fucking me. How dare he hurt me in that way?
I’ll find a way to get back at them, especially now that they are flaunting their relationship in my face. Jennifer knew how I felt about Rage. Yet, she still let him claim her. Fuck her and fuck him.
Decker, one of the club members, pulls on my arm. “Come on, Butterface, I need that mouth on my cock,” he slurs. It’s the first time someone actually called me that awful nickname to my face.
Time to get to work. But as I’m sucking Decker’s cock, I can’t stop thinking about Rage and the way his cock tastes.
I let out a moan at remembering his cock, and Decker twitches, making me forgot where my fantasy was going. This sucks. I make quick work, using my tongue and hand to help Decker find release quickly and swallow it all down. “For a bitch that doesn’t talk, you do good work.” He tosses me a two-dollar tip and walks away, putting his cock back inside his pants.
I might not talk but I can do other things with my mouth. I lost my ability to talk when I was a baby, my mother tried to kill me when I was just two years old, wrapping her hands around my throat. It damaged my vocal cords. I can still make some noises, moans mostly, but I can’t actually talk. My mother was stopped from killing me when my father came home from work early.
We had the best relationship. My dad and me. I was his little girl, my mother ended up getting locked away in a mental hospital. Where she still is to this day, and my dad passed away about a year ago from cancer. Which sucked, and it’s when I tried to make a go at life on my own. Obviously, I haven’t done a great job of that, since I’m here, sucking cock for a living.
I wander off down the hall and stand outside of Rage’s room, listening to Jennifer moan. I hate it, what I wouldn’t give to go in there right now and shoot them both. But that would just get me dead. No, I have something better.
I rub my stomach and smile. Soon, I’ll have exactly what I want.
