Please fucking kiss me.
I’m desperate.
I’m so desperate that I don’t wait for her to say anything else. I peel away the voice changer despite knowing the moment it’s gone, she won’t say another word. And when there’s only fabric and sequins between us, I close the gap between our mouths and kiss her hard.
Her lips part behind them as I wrap my arms around her neck, one hand on her cheek, moaning as I feel her double-pierced tongue raking against mine. It makes me whimper, makes me scrunch my fingers against the material at her cheeks as if I can claw my way to her.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I eventually manage.
She nods, and I don’t hesitate to take her hand into mine and drag her toward one of the trailer bathrooms.
It’s like a fucking maze. I have half a mind to push her against one of the walls if I can find a vacant place. However, I’m so greedy for this that the threat of being caught will hold me back from fully enjoying every drawn-out second. I don’t want this hurried. I don’t want some security guard with a flashlight finding us.
I want her on her knees, licking my pussy until I can’t see straight.
At a random corner, she tugs at my hand and pulls me into her. I nearly trip on my own boots as she secures me in her arms, and I cave when her masked mouth meets mine.
Shit, I wish she would let me really kiss her.
I slide my hands up her stomach and pause to palm her full tits. Goddamn it.How do I get her out of this?I tug on the suit and groan against her mouth, but her hands lace harshly around my wrists. She pulls them behind my back as if letting me know I’m not getting my way tonight. And as she holds my wrists withone hand, she pushes me into the wall of one of the trailers and dives her other hand between my thighs.
Fuck.
My knees weaken at her digits stroking my clothed cunt. I hike my leg up, begging her to slip those fingers beneath the fabric. Her touch isn’t delicate. It’s demanding, requiring my attention—almost punishment-like in nature.
Hell fucking yes.
Bruise me.Chokeme…
A door opens nearby. We part, our heads turning, and I pull out of her grasp to launch us up the steps and into the brightly lit restroom.
The door latches with a snap. I jump into her arms and latch my legs around her waist. The force catches her off guard, yet still, she catches me. A slap hits my ass. I jerk and moan, tilting my hips into her at the pleasure trailing behind that pain. The vibrating thumps of the music sound like a distant memory, and when she tosses me onto the sink so recklessly that I wince, all thought of the world outside the door disappears.
Everything about this is brutal. Unrelenting. Sweaty. Wet…
I’m fucking wrecked.
She reaches for her mask and pulls it back up, and the moment I hear her heavy breath in my ear, I close my eyes and rest my head against the mirror. My thighs squeeze around her waist, sharp breath sucking between my teeth as I feel her palms on my tits.
“Tell me again,” she whispers, her thumbs brushing over my nipple rings.
“Fuck—fuck me,” I beg as I tuck my heels behind her thighs. “Please. Take whatever you want. Just touch me. Fuck me.”
God, I sound pathetic.
But all I want is to be used like a fucking ragdoll right now.
Another snicker leaves her. “You’d better find a blindfold then,” she says as her hand drags down my stomach to my center.
I’m breathing so heavily that I can hardly think, rolling my body and grinding into her grasp as if my motions might get her to touch me faster.
“I can close my eyes,” I say, my voice coming out more desperate than I meant it to.
“Try again,” she whispers as the tips of her fingers meet my pussy. “Tick-tock, pretty girl.”
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
