“Want one?”
“I can’t cum, remember?”
“I didn’t say cum, but a little light edging might be fun.” She grins.
“You’re evil. Pure, evil.”
“And you like it.” She laughs, nudging my hardening dick with her toes. “Come on, I’ve never given a foot job before and with my new tattoo, I bet it would look so hot.”
“Prue. I’m exhausted. I doubt I could cum if I was allowed to.”
“And you aren’t allowed to. Not as long as you want me to stay put.” She flashes me the evilest smile that makes my cock even harder. “I, however, get to cum as many times as I want.”
“Jesus,” I groan. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and when I pull it out and see Wes’s name, I get even more annoyed. I answer it anyways, if only to distract myself from the fact Prue is half naked on the other end of my couch, with her foot in my lap. “Hey,” I say into the phone.
“So, I heard this interesting story from Aaron today.”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Wes.”
“Who is she?”
“Her name is Prue and I’m pretty sure she’s the devil in pink panties and a white bra.”
“Not for long,” Prue whispers, and I get to helplessly watch as she undoes her bra.
“How did you two meet?”
“I called her a stuck-up bitch at a party and have been trying to make up for it every day since.”
She slips off her panties, taking a seat on my coffee table directly in front of me. Spreading her legs apart, letting me get a good look at her perfect little pussy. My cock leaks in my jeans.
“Seems like you’re doing an awful job,” Wes says on the other end of the phone.
“Yeah, just fucking terrible,” I mutter as Prue cups her tit. “Apparently, a busted cheek, crack ribs, mild concussion and stab wound haven’t been enough.”
Prue rolls her eyes as she pulls at a nipple.
“Jesus, dude,” Wes says. “What the fuck?”
“It’s not from her,” I clarify as Prue’s other hand drops between her legs. “She hurts me in much worse ways.”
“Does it hurt?” Prue asks softly, circling her clit. “Your cock claims otherwise.”
“You’re doing drugs again, aren’t you?” Wes asks for the second time today. “Fuck, Ben. We’ve been through this before. Was Janet not a big enough lesson for you? You had to go find another girl to shoot up with?”
“Janet has nothing on her.” I laugh. “I honestly can’t believe I let that girl convince me to do heroin. I would do far worst things for Prue.”
Prue’s mouth hangs open as she rubs her clit. Her juices seep from her opening and my control is slipping.
“Are you fucking high right now?”
“No. Just in extreme agony.”
“Do you need help? A hospital? The cops?” Wes’s voice is laced with concern, but I have no idea how to reassure him everything is fine right now, as my eyes focus on Prue naked in front of me, touching herself.
“No,” I say softly. “I think… I think I’m in love with her.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
