Page 150 of Chaos Kills

To talk about it.

To give her my condition like she cares.

I don’t care.

So, why should she bother?

My lips press into hers then, receiving their warmth before my greedy tongue demands more.

Reluctantly, Bay opens for me. If there’s one thing that works, it’s this. We have a strong need for each other that can’tbe quenched or put out. It’s fire between us, and I love burning myself on those flames.

With my fingers, I begin pulling at the fabric of her black dress, feeling victorious when it slings over her voluptuous ass. I waste no time delving a set of digits between her thighs and find the textured material of her panties that cover that pretty little cunt of hers.

Bay moans when the pad of one finger grazes along her clit, and I know she’s not going to fight me on this.

She can marry who she wants, side up with who she believes is going to get her everything she needs, but I’m still able to give her this.

And I need it.

“Reevie…”

My nickname off her lips is a euphoric swell that drowns my senses as I dip a finger underneath her panties and find her soaked.

My cock twitches in carnal need for release.

I need her like another draw of air. Another blitz of blow. A fucking requirement for everything because I feel lacking and empty.

Brushing her clit, I add a finger inside her and feel her tighten around me. The house music seeping underneath the door makes this feel dirty because it’s public. Victor is somewhere behind me, probably pouting, and the two girls are probably making out to get off.

With my hard cock still out and wanting, I lift Bay and feel a surge of energy fill my muscles like a freight train. I’m at the apex of my high, but I’m going to be through the damn moon when I’m inside her.

Her thick thighs faithfully wrap around my waist as I position myself to enter her, but she opens her mouth again, and a tick of annoyance creeps into my skull.

“Let me get you home.”

Home.

She used to be home.

And I don’t need one.

She evicted me, and I was a loyal tenant, and now I’m floating around doing my thing while she does hers.

No loss, no foul.

My mouth collides with hers again to keep her quiet. All I want to hear are her whimpers and moans. The way she welcomes me in and takes what I give.

Positioning my cock, I slide in, receiving a bit of resistance at how tight she is.

The best pussy I’ve been in.

An animalistic growl forms from my throat as her legs squeeze me tighter. Thrusting my hips, my impatience gets the better of me because I want more.

I want deeper.

I want fucking everything she has.

My balls clench as she soaks my raw cock. I’ve wrapped up for everyone but her. I’ll never do that shit. If anything that she got to keep, it was me fucking her bare and without restrictions.

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