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“Depending on the bites, we can just go with the flow. Hopefully, Monty doesn’t try to corner us again, asking for a three-way.” Kayla rolls her eyes.
“I’ll tell you now, I will gut the fucker if he tries again. I’m in no mood to deal with his bullshit, and after the last time, he’s lucky we’re showing up, let alone not killing him. So he better fucking behave himself.” I state.
We arrive at Monty’s, and the house is jumping. Cars litter the lawn. The music is loud, sending a shrill in my bones from how hard the bass is hitting. Monty’s house is set back off the road by the lake. It’s not his house; it’s his “Daddy’s house.” When I say daddy, I don’t mean in a parental way. Monty is a switch hitter and loves to take what he can get from older men. To each their own.
We get out of the truck arm-in-arm with a little pep in our step. I was bouncing my head to the music playing, scoping out who was there because I will never be caught off guard again, so I needed to check my surroundings as subtly as possible.
We climb the stairs, slide through the door, and head for the bar. A few people say hello to us as we walk through the house. We make it to the bar without being bothered by the plebs and order our drinks. Kayla is a beer kind of girl. I need a much stronger drink. I usually go for tequila shots, but I learned that lesson long ago. I only drink tequila at the clubhouse, so outside of there, I order a cherry vodka sour.
Kayla and I took our drinks and made our rounds. I had to talk to a few about gun deals that needed to be solidified, and Kayla had her own dealings. We always stick together and have each other’s backs. Now that business is handled, it’s time to party.
We stepped outside to smoke a joint I had rolled up. I light the bitch up, take a nice long pull, and pass it to Kayla as I exhale. We keep repeating this until it’s done, talking to a few people that pass us. We make our way back to the house and onto the makeshift dance floor.
We start swaying our hips to the beat, and I feel eyes on me. I casually glance around the room, still feeling eyes on me and the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. I’m still scanning the room until my eyes find turquoise blue and green. Dario is here, staring straight at me.
He slowly approaches, never breaking eye contact. I’m mesmerized by his bi-colored eyes. He comes with caution. Clever boy, after last night’s interaction, he learned quickly that I’m afraid of no one.
He grabs my hips and spins me around so my back is to his front. He moves my hair off my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “You smell delicious, Kitten,” licking the shell of my ear and rubbing his nose down the curve of my neck while grinding his hardening dick on my ass. My body fits up against his, like I’m meant to be here with him. Thisis not going to be good.
His hands on my body, his scent of sandalwood, whiskey, and patchouli. It does things to the bitch between my legs; that’s always a traitor. The beat of the songs is so sensual that we don’t even notice how long we have been dancing, just lost in the rhythm and the sway of our joined hips. We don’t talk; we just let the music take over and fly away, enjoying the feel of one another. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever experienced. His touch and the feeling of him touching my body is so different from when D’mitri would touch me. D’mitri was rough and straight to the point; I was a possession rather than worshiped. Dario kissed along my throat, causing me to moan and grind my ass harder into his now extremely hard dick.
“Wanna go somewhere more private?” he whispers in my ear, all husky and growly.
I grab his hand, leading him off the makeshift dance floor and heading outside.
“Shit. I didn’t bring my car; where’s yours?” I ask.
He led me to his matte black Suburban and opened the back door for me. I climb in and wait for him. Dario settles in, and I immediately straddle him, running my hands through his dark faux hawk and fusing my lips to his. He moans as I kiss him, running my tongue along the seam of his lips, coaxing him to open, which he does with zero hesitation. He grasps my ass, rocking me against him as he takes over the kiss. The feel of his tongue rolling with mine is euphoric. I suck his bottom lip, causing him to grip me tighter and growl.Jesus Christ, my pussy is drenched for him.
“I need more, Rio,” I rasp.
“What do you need, Kitten?” kissing my throat, earning a moan from my lips.
“You, I need you to touch me.”
His hands pull down my tank top and the cup to my bra, capturing my pierced nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue, and biting it,making me rock harder onto his stiff cock.
“Rio, you can put that mouth to good use elsewhere,” I say with conviction.
He chuckles, then flips me onto my back with ease, ripping down the other cup of my bra and pinching my other nipple. Good thing I’m wearing a skirt tonight because I made this easy for him. Dario wasted no time shredding my thong, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and eating my pussy like it was his last meal on earth. He rubs his nose along my slit, nudging my already swollen clit with his nose.
“Fuck, you smell good; I bet you taste even better, Kitten.” He flattens his tongue against my clit making me shiver.
“I’m going to tie your sexy ass up and take my time with you. I have something in mind for those pierced nipples.” He pinches them before slowly taking my clit in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.Jesus Christ, this man’s mouth.He slides a finger into my dripping pussy, causing me to moan like a bitch in heat.
His other hand is pinching my aching nipples. I can’t help but whimper at the way his tongue laps at my clit, and his fingers hit the right spot. I’m going to come all over his fucking face if he keeps this up. Dario continues his onslaught, bringing sounds out of me that I had never heard before.
“Don’t stop.” I grind into his face, and he growls “Never” as he sucks my clit so hard into his mouth, flicking his tongue yet again. He picks up the pace, adding another finger.I’m so close.
“I’m going to come so fucking hard. Don’t fucking stop.” I growl, biting my bottom lip.
He adds a finger to my puckered hole, and I detonate, grabbing his head and grinding so hard into his face, gushing myrelease everywhere, and this mother fucker licks up every last drop. He looks at me with his bi-colored, gorgeous eyes.
“You taste so fucking good, Kitten; next time I will feel this tight cunt wrapped around my cock.” His dirty mouth elicits yet another moan, and as I’m going to return the favor and show him my cock sucking skills, I hear the rumble of a motorcycle.
“FUCK!” I yell, climbing off of him and exiting the car. I turn to Dario quickly.
“Stay in the fucking car if you want to live to see tomorrow,” I stated sternly.
