Page 9 of At The End Of The Day

“Came so hard, I busted a vessel in my eye.”

“Oh, shit.”

The front of his sweats jerked a couple times, drawing my curiosity. Daring to take a chance, I stared at his profile and slowly covered the bulge with my palm, immediately giving a firm squeeze.

“What the fuck?” he shouted, jerking violently. Glaring down at me, he was infuriated, but not stopping me.

I rubbed harder, slowly, tauntingly. “You got a nice cock, Dash. Nice and thick.”

His expression fell and his irises glazed, a cough hitching the back of his throat. We stared at one another while Tyler begged to be fucked harder, faster, deeper, the lube squelching as the vegetable pounded his little hole.

Confident, the corner of my mouth curled that he wasn’t protesting. Risking it, I tucked my hand into the waist and gripped bare flesh. Dash choked and staggered, a foot stomping to the side to widen his stance. His jaw falling, he grabbed the back of the chair by my head, bending forward slightly.

Very firmly yet deliberately, I stroked his length repeatedly, pulling the skin over his tip each time. Gradually standing to my full height, my head tipped as I studied his features. “Feels good, huh?”

Oh, my god, fuck that little pussy, Letta. Make me cum again. Oh, shit, shit, shit.

Violetta started moaning, too, so I glimpsed over my shoulder to find her straddling his leg, riding his thigh.

Oh, baby, yes. Mm, Tyler!

Dash’s eyes rolled to whites, and he stumbled forward a bit, his hand shifting from the chair to my shoulder. His nails digging through the tee shirt, his hot pants were now on my face. “Oh, shit,” he rasped.

“No one needs to know, man. Just relax.”

His eyelids closing, he grimaced and turned his head away. “Vin—”

Desperate to hear his moans again, all common sense shut down. My other hand tucked into his pants, stretched further, and pressed against his perineum.

“Oh, unh! Fuck!” he shouted, falling against me. “What the fuck is that?”

His forehead on my shoulder, he was shaking, his heavy pants on my chest. I turned so my mouth was against his ear, talking softly.

“Shh, just enjoy it, man.”

Shuddering, he bucked into my palm, but I had a feeling it was more instinctive than him actually giving in. Sucking on his teeth, his other hand was now gripping my side, his nails breaking my skin. “Oh, fuck, oh shit.”

Like the other night, a shudder rolled down my spine, breaking me out in goosebumps. “You sound sexy, Dash. You close?”

“I…I-I-I…don’t know. I ain’t…unh…never felt this…”

I pressed harder and widened the circles while pumping my fist faster. My tongue snaked out and licked the curve of his ear before pulling his lobe between my teeth. Emitting a husky groan, I removed my hand, wrapped it around his waist, and tucked it into his sweats again. Wiggling my middle finger between his cheeks, I pressed against the tiny hole.

“Agh!” He violently jerked, nearly knocking me off balance. “Oh, fuck!” he whimpered, biting down on my shoulder.

I hissed but then broke out in goosebumps again, reveling the pain. My own eyes briefly rolling, I groaned and squeezed his dick harder. “Unh, yeah, bite down, yeah. Unh. You gonna cum for me, Dash? You gonna give me that nut?”

Violetta squealed, her moans getting louder while Tyler began grunting over and over. The bed was creaking, the headboard tapping the wall.

Fuck me, baby. Sit on my dick and fuck me. Cum on that dick.

Dash swayed, his mouth opening to his hot breaths. The hand on my side inched further around, his fingers splaying across my back. “Oh, shit.”

My thumb pressed into his slit, smearing the precum. Pressing harder against his hole, I was now brutally yanking, his cock swelling.

“You’re close,” I whispered on his ear, once again flicking my tongue out.

“Oh, shit, yeah,” he admitted, pulling me closer. “Unh, I’m gonna cum.”