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“Fuck! I love fucking you,” he growls.
I want to tell him that I enjoy it as well, but before I get a chance, he slaps my other ass cheek and pulls us away from the wall. He’s now standing in the middle of the hallway, still guiding me up and down, but at this point, my feet are locked behind his back, and my hands are over his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I push myself up and down on his cock.
One of his hands skates up my back and grips my ponytail, tipping my head back. I manage to grab the back of his neck so I don’t fall, but he has no intention of letting me, his other hand is still holding me up under my ass.
I feel him take a step, but I don’t know what he’s doing until my upper back hits the railing. His hands are now both clamped on my hips, and I’m leaning back as he continues to fuck me. My hands run through my hair as I try to stop the scream that wants to erupt from deep in my chest.
“See, such a good girl,” he croons as I come.
I reach for him, but he doesn’t let me touch him as he reaches his own orgasm.
And when he’s done, I look to the side and scream. “Pull me up! Oh my God, pull me up, you fuckhead!”
He chuckles and pulls me back. I didn’t realize that the only thing holding me up was his grip on my hips. If he’d let me go at any point, I would have fallen to the floor below.
I claw at him until I’m standing on my own two feet, trying to calm my breathing. The white railing where he just fucked me will never look the same.
“You didn’t use the safe word,” he whispers.
I turn and snatch my shirt from the floor.
“I had plans, and now I have to shower,” I say, not looking at him as I walk back to my room.
Kyson goes to follow me, but I shut the door behind me, and he doesn’t come in.
And when I leave, he isn’t there.
“So, real talk. How’s the sex?” Alaska asks as we sit down at a local café. She got my number and asked me to lunch. She said she’s trying this new thing where she tries to make friends, and at least I know what crazy she’s involved with, so it can’t be that bad.
I blush, and she waves a hand at me.
“You know I talk dirty for a living, right? Men, and even women, pay me to tell them how hot they make me over the phone,” she says, flicking her lavender hair back. I wonder if her customers know they’re talking to a goddess on the other side of that phone. This woman in front of me is beautiful in every conceivable way.
“It’s hot. Good and rough,” I admit, and she laughs.
“Honey, you don’t even want to get me started on rough.” She snorts as the coffee is brought over.
“Huh?” I say, confused.
She leans in close, then asks with a raised brow, “You ever come by having a knife up your vag?”
“Can’t say that I have,” I tell her.
“Okay, well… I have. And despite how much I wanted to kill him, he was the first man to make me come.” She shrugs. “But if he thinks he can do that again, I’ll use that knife and slice off a finger because, you know, I still need his cock.” She cackles.
My eyes dart around the café, but I see no one’s paying us any attention. Reaching for the top of my shirt, I pull it down slightly to show her.
Alaska’s eyes go wide, and she sits back. “He’s a biter,” she states. “Are there more?”
“Nipples and other breast.”
“Okay.” She nods. “Anything else?”
“He likes to yank my hair and spank my ass,” I whisper.
“Ohh… I’m so going to tease him in some way about this.”
My cheeks flush. “No, please don’t.”
