“What?” I shrugged, feigning innocence—but the grin tugging at my lips gave me away. “I like this song.”
“Doja Cat and a locked door. We basically just shouted what is going on.”
I tossed my phone onto a chair and returned to her. I dipped down and scooped her up, taking her to the couch against the wall.
“Sebastian!” she squealed, giggling as I set her down and dropped to my knees. I pushed her legs apart and dove between them, smearing my makeup against her thighs. I spread her lips and ran my tongue along her wet and wanting slit. She inhaled sharply, and her hips shifted up encouragingly.
Good girl.
I spread her farther and, feeling bold, slid a finger inside. We were beyond rehearsing scenes. We weren’t seeing if we could handle this. We were completely consenting and lusting for each other. My soaked finger inside her pulsing pussy was proof. I ran my thumb over her clit in slow circles, teasing her, coaxing an orgasm from her slowly. I needed her to ask for it, to scream for it.
I needed her to beg.
She grew close, and I shifted to my mouth, and when she tightened again, I stopped and changed movements.
“Sebastian...”
“Nuh-uh, Final Girl.” I came up for air, my gaze flicking to her thighs, now covered in white, red, and black face paint. I looked up into her eyes then back down. “I’m not letting you come this easily. I’ve never been so fucking turned on by a clown in my life.” I groaned as I reached for my cock and rubbed through my pants.
She giggled. “You’re psycho.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Is that what you call me when I’m not around?”
“What if I did?” She turned her head, hiding the flush in her face, but I could see it through the white makeup. I ran my fingers up her pussy slowly, teasing. Spreading her lips just a fraction then pulling back with her arousal on them.
“Do you want more, Final Girl?” I asked, licking her juices off my digits.
“Yes,” she panted, pushing her backside out.
“Then tell me what my nickname is.”
“Psycho Killer,” she whispered.
“Glorious.” I dove back in, pushing two fingers inside her and curving them, now eager to make her scream. “I’m only answering to that when we’re doing this. Understand?”
“Yes,” she panted as she closed her eyes and threw her head back, unraveling in my hands. Her pussy gushed and tensed around my fingers, and I leaned in, lapping up every drop of her cum.
“Fucking beautiful.” I pulled my fingers out and stood, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. She buckled, and I caught her in my arms. She let out a nervous laugh.
“These stilettos are a bit much.”
“I think they make your legs look even sexier.” Using the finger that had just been inside her, I made a circle motion in the air. “Spin back around and hold on to the couch.”
Her lips parted, and I repeated myself.
“Okay.”
“Okay what? Say my name.” I turned her and bent her over.
She reached for the back and gripped it as I raised her dress over her ass. I ran my hand across it, and my cock pulsed. Letting her go, I quickly unbuttoned and shoved my pants down my thighs, freeing my cock. Gripping it, I directed the tip between her glistening pussy lips. She gasped and squirmed as my head entered her.
“Okay, Psycho Killer.”
“Good girl.” I finished pushing myself inside her tight walls. I bit my lip, taking a steady breath so I didn’t come fast. She was clutching me so tightly I was seeing stars.
“Oh! Condom,” she said.
I slid out of her pussy and thrust back into her, eliciting a small cry.
