Page 7 of Baked

Her back arched as her pussy clenched tightly around me. “I’ve dreamed of this,” she breathed. Her words were unexpected, lightly throwing me off. I wasn’t sure if I had even heard her correctly or if it was the influence of everything boiling in my brain making me hear it. But right now, I didn’t have time to press her about them. I just needed to fuck her.

“Harder,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around my body, begging me to completely bury my dick inside her. And I fucking did.

“I told you,” I warned, driving myself so deep my pelvis slammed into hers. “I’m going to break you!” Indi cried out, her mouth curled upwards.

Oh, you sick psycho. You want me to break you.

With a devious grin, I repeated the motion, quickening my pace as I knocked my pelvis into hers again and again, losing myself completely. Her body moved, her pussy dripping all over the pool table, tightening, telling me I was about to make her come. It made my body burn, knowing how good she felt.

“You don’t get to come until I say.” I moved faster, my own excitement growing. We were both so wet, so fucking wound up and ready to snap.

“Oh fuck!” Indi’s moans grew, her back arching high against the pool table, telling me she was about to come. Her nails dug into my arm. She was trying to fight it, to resist her orgasm, but I was fucking her too good. “No! No!” she cried out, her pussycontracting and pulsating around my dick, her wetness soaking me as she screamed, coming hard.

“Oh fuck!” I pulled out, replacing my dick with my fingers as I massaged her clit and fingered her wet cunt, milking her orgasm, my own rupturing from my dick all over her body. My free hand rubbed my shaft as I rocked within my grasp, fingering her pussy while I kept shooting my hot cum all over the front of, moaning as she continued to come alongside me.

“Yes,” she whispered, grabbing my dick and rubbed it along her sternum, rocking with my fingers. “Cover me!” My cum dripped all over her skin, shooting across her face.

“Oh fuck, Indi!” I thrusted into her grasp, her fingers sliding perfectly along me. “You’re so fucking sick!”

We didn’t stop, despite the exhaustion from coming so damn hard. Instead, I flipped her body around, and fucked her again from behind, losing myself deep inside her cunt as the night bled together and eventually collapsed in on itself. I didn’t remember much after that, but I know it was the beginning of something new. Something I would never forget.

Indi was mine, and just like I told her, I didn’t like sharing. I never have.

THE NEXT MORNING

HAZE

My head achedas my body throbbed, the sun burning my eyes. I didn’t want to get up, but as I groaned and rolled around, the reality of the night before hit me like a fucking semi-truck.

Oh fuck.

I sat up, my head screaming as I tried to stop the pain. “Oh shit!” I gripped my head. My eyes peeled open, looking around. I was lying on a couch in the attic of Indi’s sorority house. I was naked, wearing only a thin sheet, slowly remembering what happened between us. My dick woke up quicker than me, instantly ready to feel her again.

Calm down.I tried to force it down, realizing what we did was so wrong, but so good.Wait. Where is Indi?

I looked around the attic, noticing no sign of her. I pulled my phone from my jeans and noticed it was dead.

Fuck. I need to charge it.

I quickly got dressed, wondering where she had gone as I approached the pool table, noticing a few new stains from us. A gentle scoff and smirk formed at the memories of last night. I leaned down, smelling her lingering wetness mixed with my own. Flashes of her body, dripping and aching for me, playedin my mind. I leaned closer, opening my mouth as I licked the stain, tasting the faint residue of her, reminiscing.

Oh, where are you?I looked around, noticing her clothes were missing too.Maybe she sent me a text. I need to charge this damn phone.

“Hmm.” I pushed the attic door open, noticing the rope-like handle was no longer on the inside, telling me she must’ve left before I woke up. As I began to descend the wooden stairs, something caught my eye just off to the side. It was bright red and sitting all by itself. My hand reached for it, pulling what turned out to be Indi’s tiny red thong. My dick flinched beneath my jeans as I brought it to my face and closed my eyes while I inhaled.

“Haze?” I quickly stuffed Indi’s thong in the pocket of my jacket and climbed down the attic stairs to find Mary-Jane waiting for me. “Uhhh, what’re you doing in the attic?” She crossed her arms.

Fuck. Think.And it hit me.

“Indi asked me to stay the night, but you know, couldn’t sleep in her room. It was a bit preoccupied.” I offered her a gentle smile. “So she said I could crash in the attic. Pretty sweet setup you guys got up there.”

Mary-Jane’s eyes studied me as I cleared my throat. “Hey, do you know where Indi is? I’m heading back and wanted to say goodbye.”

“Oh, yeah.” Mary-Jane pulled out her phone and scrolled through her texts. “Ah, yes. She said ‘Tell Haze I had to go, and I hope he has a safe drive back.’ I guess she had somewhere to be?” Mary-Jane shrugged.

“That’s it?” I asked, a little too desperately.

“I guess. She sent that at like nine this morning, so who knows where the fuck she is. Probably with one of her many hookups.”

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