“That’s it, baby. Open your throat up for me. Suck me down like the good little slut you are.”
Her plush lips lower around my shaft as I hit the back of her throat. Her tongue laps against my length as I fuck her sweet, decadent mouth. Eyes prickling with tears and mouth dripping with saliva, she gags around me, struggling to keep me down. Ilet her go, and she sucks down several deep breaths. Her cheeks are stained red, lips swollen and glistening. A fucking gorgeous sight to behold.
“Take off your top so I can see your tits, then get on your knees so I can blow my load in you.” I demand, waiting for her to follow my instructions.
She does as she’s told, slowly peeling her shirt from her body and revealing her two heavy, perfect breasts.
Instinctively, I reach out and palm them in my hands as my cock pulsates with the need to be buried in her tight cunt. I run my hands down her scarred flesh, finding the mark I left at her hip. My thumb rubs over the puckered skin, tracing the spade marking her as mine.
I turn her, and she arches her back ,looking over her shoulder at me as her hair tumbles off to the side. Fisting her hair, I slam into her, her spit lubricating my dick enough to fit easily inside. She inhales sharply as I thrust into her from this angle. It feels fucking phenomenal like she was made to take my cock.
“Come in me, please. I need it.”
Fuck, I love the way she begs. “You want my come? Then fucking take it.”
I slap her ass as thunder rolls through the house, shaking the floorboards under us. She yells out as my balls slap against her skin. Her back arches higher as I yank on her hair. Tits bouncing hard while I slam into her over and over again, I lose myself to the feel of her body. The way she’s wrapped around my cock is a pure ecstasy.
“Come on my cock, Hazel, and scream my fucking name so the world knows who you belong to.”
“Ace, oh fuck, oh fuck, please.”
Her pussy flutters around my dick, letting me know she’s so close. As I slap her ass again, she crashes, orgasming with a scream stuck in her throat.
White hot pleasure pulsates through my body as I fill her up with my come. Sweat drips down my mask and chest as I let her take every last drop.
We both collapse on the floor, the thunderstorm still raging all around us.
“That was-” Hazel’s chest heaves as she sucks in a deep breath- “amazing.” She looks at me with a satisfied grin.
I tuck her into my side, and she removes my mask, staring into my eyes and running her hand down my scarred cheek. I bring her lips to mine and kiss her soundly. She curls into me, deepening the kiss, and I think how I never want this to end.
CHAPTER 33
HAZEL
17 YEARS OLD
Gasping for air,something heavy crushes my chest making it difficult to take a breath. More than that, though, there’s something else. Something wet and heavy over my face. I struggle, trying to move my arms to get it off me, but it doesn’t budge.
Air.
I need air.
Panic sets in, taking hold of my body and I begin to shake as tears leak from my eyes. Everything is dark and I can’t see anything, I’m not even sure my eyes are open.
Whatever is on me moves a fraction of an inch as I move my body to get free of its clutches. My arm is able to push and claw, and that’s when I realize that dirt and mud has been piled on top of me.
I have to get out of here.
I don’t remember how I got here, or what happened. Memories try to form in my brain but it’s hazy. A headache blooms at the back of my skull that feels like someone is slamming an ice pick into my head.
As I press up, the dirt finally gives, and a cold rush of air meets my lips. I inhale and frantically claw my way out.
It’s dark, cold and I have no idea where I am.
Think, Hazel, what the hell are you doing out here?
I remember my friends. We were… playing a game of some sort. Laughing. Flirting. Nothing concrete lands in my brain as I scrape together the events of the evening.
