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“Lick the tip.” I pump my hand up and down, precum gathering on the head. Fallon’s eyes drop as she sticks out her tongue.Fuck, she has her tongue pierced.This girl is full of surprises. Electricity shoots through me as she licks from my base to head. The metal barbell glides under my cock. The softness of her tongue paired with the hardness of the piercing has me reaching levels I never knew existed. She balances the barbell on the bottom of her lip, then rolls the ball up and down my length. She sucks and swirls her tongue around the head, and I briefly wonder if she was faking the innocent act. An onslaught of anger swells inside me at the thought of her having another man’s cock in her mouth. Without warning, I grab a handful of her hair, pulling her forward. Her mouth opens perfectly for me as I slam inside. I hit the back of her throat and stay there long enough to see the fear in her eyes. She can’t breathe and I’m the only one that can help her.

Pulling out slowly, spit dribbles over her lips and down her chin. Fallon sucks in a ragged breath before I plunge back inside her warm mouth.Fuck, it’s like sliding into heaven.Fallon closes her eyes as tears fall from her cheeks.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I command, my voice firm. Her eyes, alight with a mix of contempt and vulnerability, lock onto mine. “I own those tears. They’re mine, Fallon. The only time you cry is for me. Do you understand?”

Her whimpers fill the room with a soft, haunting sound. I smirk as her shining gray eyes focus on me, unwavering. The sight of Fallon’s tear-streaked face, filled with both resistance and submission, sends a charge through me. If I wasn’t already close, I would be by the sight of her taking me deep into her throat.

“That’s a good girl,” I groan, pumping my hips faster and faster. She melts at my praise, and I can see her hardened nipples poking through her wet dress, revealing she likes this more than she’s letting on. With my other hand, I rip the strap from her dress, allowing her breast to spill free.Fuck me. This little vixen didn’t come here wearing a bra. Her milky skin looks edible in the soft glow of the bedside lamp and I find myself wanting to throw her on my bed to ravage her virgin pussy, but this is about teaching her a lesson. Her mouth is the only thing getting fucked tonight. I flick her erect peak and her eyes fall closed on a moan, her vibrations flowing through me. Twisting her nipple between my fingers, her eyes snap back to mine. Desire pools in them, begging me. I continue to knead her silky flesh, alternating between tugging and twisting.

Fallon’s cries spurs me on, as the reverberations send waves of pleasure rippling through me. She moves her hand between her legs, and a smile crosses my lips.My little fox likes it dirty.

“Are you wet? Does me fucking your face turn you on?” Her cheeks flame, but all she can do is nod. The thought that shelikes it rough snaps the last of my reservations. I don’t tell her I’m about to come because I want her to take it all. My orgasm rips through me, barreling straight into Fallon’s open mouth. Her fingers are furiously circling her clit until I see her climax hit. Her mouth opens wider on a moan and I take advantage of it.

“Take it. Fuck. Swallow me down, Fallon,” I grit out. Ropes and ropes of cum are forced down her throat. I grip her hair harder, trying to ground myself, but her cries send me even further over the edge. She pulls away and I see her swallow every last drop of me. I’ve never come that hard in my life, forcing me to lean over the bed to catch my breath. My dick is still hard as a rock, like I didn’t just come like a fucking fire hose. I trail my hand from her chest to her lips, wiping the remaining cum from her chin.

“Open,” I insist, as I thrust my finger into her mouth. “Clean up the mess you made.” She sucks my finger just like she did my cock, and I feel murderous again because she can’t be a virgin. I release her hair and she slumps to the floor.Now, what to do with her?

Five

Fallon

My body feels heavywith the events of the day. Moving in, unpacking, the party, nearly drowning, and now this has my mind reeling like a pinball machine. I fall back onto the floor as Remy steadies his breaths. He looks down at me with his dark blue eyes dancing with danger. I feel like I should run, but I know he’d catch me. Somehow I’ve gotten on his radar, and I doubt I’ll be off of it anytime soon.

The room is thick with tension, the air almost crackling with the intensity of our exchange. He takes a step back, giving me a moment to catch my breath. I wipe my tears, my gaze neverleaving his. There’s a storm brewing inside me, an untamed determination that reflects his own.

“What do you want from me?” I ask, my voice trembling yet strong.

He pauses, considering my question. “I want to see how far you’re willing to go until you surrender to me.” he says finally.

My eyes narrow, the fire in them burning brighter. “I won’t break,” I whisper, a promise and a challenge all at once.

He leans in, his face inches from mine. “We’ll see about that,” he murmurs, as he strokes his hand across my face.

The room falls silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air. My breath hitches, but I don’t look away.

Chills seep into my skin as my body begins shivering. I need to get out of here and out of these wet clothes. I try to stand on trembling legs, tumbling backward onto the bed.

“You’re fucking shaking. You need to get out of those wet clothes.” He leans around me and unzips my dress, then tries to drag it over my head.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” I squeak, trying but failing to hold my soaked dress to my body.

“Fallon, I only have so much patience with you. Now, take the damn dress off,” he asserts, standing back with his arms crossed.

“Turn around. I’m not stripping in front of you.”

“Then you might freeze to death, because I’m not moving.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told. Now, strip.” A sinister smile crosses his face, and I’m left contemplating what to do. He’s already seen my boob, so I guess there’s that. I’m sure his normal stick figure girls don’t have the thick curves that I do, but fuck it. If he wants a show, I’ll give him one.

I slowly stand and inch the black dress down my body. I’ll have to replace it for Lyndsy since Remy decided to rip the strap off. Ican’t deny it made me hot though. I may have been on my knees for Remy but he was at my mercy, and that’s a heady feeling.

I freeze when the dress is halfway down. There’s something that I’ve never let anyone see. It’s partly why I’m still a virgin. War wages in my mind and I know I don’t want the questions or pity from Remy. I bite my bottom lip to think of what options I have.

“I need a shirt,” I retort, quickly. I clutch the dress to my stomach, not bothering to cover my breasts but desperately hiding a past I don’t wish to relive. He rolls his eyes with annoyance, but concedes.

“Fine,” he barks out, walking across the room to his dresser. I let out a shaky breath before he comes back. Remy tosses me a navy shirt with the school emblem on it. I shuffle it over my head and I’m pleased when it hangs to my upper thighs. Stepping out of the dress, I kick it to the side and pick up the discarded towel. The pain in my head begins to radiate through my skull and the sight of the blood stain has my stomach plummeting. I rush to the bathroom just in time to puke. Not much is left in my system, except Remy’s cum he so thoughtfully filled me with. I roll my eyes and continue to dry heave until I sink to the bathroom floor. The cold tile causes me to shiver more. I need to get home to take care of my head. I’m not excited to walk home barefoot with wet hair and only a t-shirt, but it is what it is. I’m sure to be the talk of the school by tomorrow. I sigh as I try to push myself up.

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