Page 27 of If You Dare

I want to ride your cock.

I force myself to concentrate on the curvy girl in front of me. Violet’s complete opposite. Red hair, big tits, fat ass, and thick thighs. The kind of girl every man would love to see bouncing on his cock. A girl who dresses in tiny shorts and crop tops, who throws herself at every guy on the hockey team, who waltzed up to me five seconds ago and offered me a blowjob. A confident, outgoing girl who goes for what she wants.

Nothing like Violet, with her unassuming brown hair always tied up, boring gray sweats covering her slim curves, face void of makeup because she thinks that makes her stand out less. As if that could ever be possible.

Make me come, Wes.

Fuck it. I can’t stop myself this time.

I push the redhead off me, and her eyes widen. “What’s wrong?”

“Open your mouth.”

She does as I command, and I pump my slick cock in front of her. Her hair darkens to brown, wrapped in a ponytail that I twist around my hand. The green eyes she flicks up to my face turn hazel.

“Stick out your tongue,” I instruct her.

In my head, Violet flattens her tongue on the underside of my shaft and pumps my cock with her tiny hand. Then she swirls that soft, wet tongue around my tip.

I want to ride your cock.

“Fuck, Vi—”

I stop myself just before I groan her name as my cum launches into the redhead's mouth. She keeps her lips parted while I empty into her, but then she spits out my cum and I shake my head. I would make Violet swallow.

I pat the puck bunny’s cheek before stuffing my cock back in my jeans. “Good girl.”

She gives a little scowl, but I don’t care. Violet will like being called a good girl.

The redhead straightens and fixes her hair. “I’ll see you back out there. Maybe you can return the favor next time.”

Like there will be a next time.

As soon as she’s out the door and I’m alone, shame slowly washes over me like oil. I shouldn’t be getting off to my sister’s killer.

When I jump to my feet, I ache to punch something. I yank the door open, letting it slam against the wall.

Luke pats my shoulder as I pass and tries to hand me another plastic cup, but I shrug him off.

My apartment isn’t big, so it doesn’t take long to spot her. She’s in a corner of the kitchen, mouth shut and doing her best to be invisible. Her roommate chats amiably with a group of girls next to her, but Violet doesn’t join in. Lost somewhere in her mind.

Good. I don’t fucking feel bad for her. I hope she’s suffering in there.

I grab the punch bowl from the counter, still half full, and approach the group of girls. Fix on my usual, charming smile. “You ladies need another drink?”

They smile at me and start to answer when I pretend to trip, the punch sailing through the air. Landing right on my target.

Red liquid washes over Violet’s hair and down to her feet. She gasps, completely drenched.

She should look like a drowned rat. Her makeup should be running, her hair sticking to her face. The punch was supposed to make her ugly, but now her dress clings to her body and her nipples poke through the thin fabric.Fuck. She’s not wearing a bra.

All I want to do now is throw her on top of the counter, rip that dress down, and suck those hard nipples into my mouth. She must’ve covered those bruises I left on her neck with makeup because the faint yellow spots peek out now. Oh god. The sight makes my balls tighten. I love seeing my mark on her skin.

Her expression is a mix of horror and embarrassment. A delightful combination that somehow gets me hard again. Apparently, cumming in the redhead's mouth was nowhere near enough to cure me of my lust for Violet Harris.

“Nice nips!” Brody shouts.

Her roommate is horrified by what just happened, but the rest of the girls giggle. Everyone on this campus knows who to be loyal to, and that’s not Violet Harris.

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