I move to walk past him, but he latches onto my arm, trying to bring me in for a kiss that I quickly avoid.
“What’s the matter?”
“Bad breath. I ate some pasta that was loaded with garlic. I have to brush my teeth. I’ll be right back.”
When I leave my bedroom, I’m ambushed for the second time that night.
“Art, what are you doing?” I ask in a low voice.
He drags me into the bathroom before closing the door. “I’m not done yet.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Trevor is waiting for me,” I whisper.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“Please, can you at least lock the door?”
He gives me a hard stare, but does what I ask.
“First, you’re going to suck your cream off my dick.”
Art savagely rips my panties off before forcing me to sit on the closed toilet.
He taps his dick on my lips. “Open wide.”
The only way to avoid detection is to do what he wants. He won’t let me leave until I do. His dick plunges down my throat causing me to throw up a little. My eyes water and I continuously gag as he relentlessly thrusts into my mouth.
His head falls back. “Ahh shit.”
He pulls his dick from my mouth then drops it between my open thighs. My arms and legs encircle him as he fills me up. I lay my head on his shoulder as he takes me on another ride to the heights of pleasure.
The doorknob jiggles. “What are you doing?”
Trevor’s voice doesn’t stop Art’s assault on my pussy.
“I need a few more minutes,” I respond.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Please go back to my bedroom before Ricky and my mom hear you.”
“Okay. Hurry up.”
Art bites down on my ear as we come together.
“He can have you now,” Art says, slipping his dick from my ravaged cunt.
I hold my breath when he opens the bathroom door, praying that Trevor went back to my bedroom like I told him to. My nerves ease when he doesn’t appear in the doorway. Art glances over his shoulder to stare between my spread legs where cum seeps from my hole to pool on the toilet.
“When he feasts on your cunt, he’ll taste me there too,” he says before leaving.
I shut the door and take a shower before facing my boyfriend.
Trevor knows to lock the bedroom door since sometimes my mom will barge right in, so I lightly knock.
