“Watch your teeth, Karina,” he warns.
Dante has a firm grip on my hips as he pumps into me with ruthless strokes. “You gonna come for us, lil’ girl?”
I whine and nod my head.
“Get him off first. Let me see what a good little cumguzzler you are.”
I can do that. I remember very well what Logan likes. I focus my attention on him, even as pleasure blooms through my body. His taste is familiar and brings a rush of memories—some sweet, some horrible. In no time, he’s giving up his thick, salty cum and I swallow it down in great, greedy gulps. He rubs his thumb over my cheek as he pulls out, tucking his cock away. The look on his face is unreadable.
“Hot, fucking, lil’ bitch, ain’t you?” Dante grunts as he pounds into me. One hand slips from my hip, so his thumb can rub my clit. With Logan taken care of, I’m free to close my eyes and let Dante overwhelm my senses. He continues rubbing my clit in precise circles, while slamming into me.
“Good. Fucking. Girl. Tight ashell.” His fingers are digging into my hips, but I like the way he makes me feel. I gasp and twitch as he keeps working me over. “That’s right, come for me. Come on my cock, you hot little bitch.”
I’m floating as I shatter and fall back down to Earth.
Later we’rein Dante’s bedroom. In his bed. My dress hit the floor the minute we stepped inside.
“Decided I don’t want to share you with anyone else while you’re here, babe.”
I like the sound of that. How many times had I wished Logan felt that way?
“You need to be anywhere?” he asks.
“No. My dad’s out of town, so I’m good as long as I get to school on time.”
He draws back with a quizzical expression. “School?”
Heat floods my cheeks. “Yeah.”
“How old are you, babe?”
“Eighteen. I just turned eighteen last month.”
“Oh, well thank fuck for that. Ain’t I a dirty old man?” He laughs hard and I like the raspy, rumble that pours out of him a lot. Then he gives me a simmering look. “No wonder that fuckin’ pussy of yours is so nice and tight.”
I squirm under his coarse language, but he seems to like my discomfort. “Don’t be shy, babe.” His hand massages over my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “These fat, pink nipples of yours are fuckin’ perfect, babe. Everything about you is perfect.”
I think if he keeps talking like that, my plans for revenge will go up in flames.
Dante
Somewhere,someone is looking down on me and smiling. One fine, fuckin’ bitch I found today. I sure as fuck don’t deserve her.
Eight-fucking-teen.
Jesus Christ.
“Stand up, babe.”
She’s so fuckin’ sweet and eager. Doesn’t ask why, just does it. Stands there waitin’ for whatever I tell her next.
I slide to the edge of the bed and sit up. Her perfect tits are almost at my mouth, so I suck one nipple, lashing it with my tongue. I run my hand up her stomach. Grip her hips with my big hands. Nice, round hips, muscular thighs squeezing her little bush. Those fuckin’ heavy tits, with fat pink nipples, that glow red when she’s turned on. Flawless skin.
Goddamn.
“Turn around.”
She spins without question, my hands sliding over all her smooth, silky skin. No ink. No birthmarks, moles. Nothing. Perfect, tight little ass.
