I started to thrust inside her harder, groaning as the metal from my piercings slid in and out of her.
“You feel so good,” she moaned. “Please,” she bit her lip. “Don’t stop.”
I smiled, grabbed her hips, and started thrusting harder, her ass cheeks bouncing in front of me. Then the lights went out. Only the exit light above us stayed on, casting our reflections across the mirrors like shifting shadows.
I turned her around, pulling out of her, and as I took a step back, I looked down. The neon blue glow was real.
I chuckled. “Fuck, it really glows,” I said, staring at her.
She scanned every inch of it, biting her lip, looking down at herself. Some of the color was on her, marked like little scars. My cock hadn’t fully healed, and it left streaks on her skin like I had branded her mine.
She moved her hips, giggling.
I growled, rushed toward her, grabbed her by the hips, lifted one leg, then the other. She gasped as I spread her in the air, hereyes locked on mine, and then I pushed back inside her.
Her ass hit the mirror. Light cast shadows across her face, her eyes rolling back, teeth biting her lip as she braced against the glass with every deep thrust I gave her.
“Cazzo,” she moaned. Then her eyes opened again and locked with mine, her mouth parting as short moans spilled out.
My hands kept her legs wide, her inner flesh growing tighter. My pace got faster. She wouldn’t let me all the way in, but I kept hitting that one spot, slamming into her until I felt myself growing thicker inside her.
“You still pretending you don’t want this?” I asked with a grin as her moans grew louder.
“No,” she whispered, gasping. “You keep making it impossible.”
I laughed, drove in deep, then stopped.
I leaned in, still buried inside her, our chests pressed together against the mirror. I looked at her lips. She didn’t wait. She kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth, moving with mine.
I let go of her legs. They slid down the mirror slowly, barely moving, her body pressed so tight against the glass that it held her up. When they hit the floor, she lifted one leg and hooked it around my hip.
I pulled out, parted from her lips, and kissed down from her chest. I moved her leg to my shoulder and dropped to my knees.
I worked my tongue over her clit, then sucked and bit gently, making her gasp. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me harder into her soaked pussy. I curved my fingers, sliding in close, then thrusting into her inner flesh as I licked her clit.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” she moaned between shaky breaths.
She moved her leg until she was on her tiptoes, then arched her back. I spread her lower lips with one hand and curled my fingers inside her like a hook, moving faster until her bodystarted to shake.
“I can’t...” she gasped. “Can’t,” she moaned, then she screamed.
Her inner flesh clenched around my fingers, but I kept going, still pushing inside her. As she collapsed against me, her wetness dripping down my hand, I stood up and straightened her. I turned her around, spread her ass cheeks, and thrust inside her again.
This time, her feet were barely holding her up, trying to balance on her toes as she bit down on her hand, eyes shut tight. She reached for the mirror, trying to stay steady as I drove in deeper and deeper until I finally came inside her. Araw, primal groan tore from my throat as I stopped.
Her thighs started to shake again. My cum leaked down her inner thighs, and she couldn’t stand still anymore.
I leaned into the mirror, my face buried in her neck, breathing her in. She still smelled like cotton candy.
Now she smelled like me, too, my cologne all over her skin.
Her hands wrapped around my neck, resting on my shoulder.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her out of the maze.
XVII. DOLL
Morningcreptin,andI lay still in his bed. Every muscle in my body hurts. My body was bruised and spent, but the pain felt good. Almost addictive. And for the first time in so long, I forgot about Rio. About empty promises. About people who never cared. All I could think about was him.
