Page 167 of Under the Bed

“Stop fucking around.” I grab the base of my dick, aiming it at her lips. A bead of precum has trickled onto the barbell. I tug on her hair, pressing her mouth to it. “Lick it.”

Her pink tongue peeks out, flicking and swirling on my piercing. The contact, the fucking contact, has electricity shooting up to my head.

A low string of curses bursts past my lips. I call her names. I praise her. I tell her what a good whore she is for humming on my cock.

I slap those plump lips with the tip, smearing pre-cum on them. Degrading her in a way that turns her on. That has her angling toward me.

She swipes her tongue slowly on me. I can’t—can’t take it a second longer. I push her head forward at the same time I jerk my hips up.

“That’s it.” She’s coughing, sputtering around me. Saliva trickles out of the corners of her mouth, splotching the white paint on her face. Leaving white streaks on my cock. “Take it like the good girl you are. Suck me. Baby. Fuck. You break down so pretty for me. You—Jesus—you’re a beautiful mess. Mine.Mine.”

She flattens her tongue, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I groan at how good it feels until she hollows her cheeks and sucks. Lets me hold her there while I fuck herthroat, while she gags every time my pierced tip hits that spot in the back of her throat.

Every. Fucking. Time.

I could come in her mouth. On her face. Empty myself on her pristine shirt.

Screw that.

Screw my mask too.

I rip it off my face, pull Shiloh off me, and haul her to her feet.

Our gazes clash. My breath gets knocked out of me.

“Fuck.” I’m about to spin her. Bend her over and rut into her cunt.

When sounds filter into the bathroom.

There are people in the hall.

Their voices come from a distance. One of them is Eddy.

A quick glance reveals that there’s no lock on the door.

No one gets to see my Shiloh like this.

Back there, we were just flirting. She teased me. I detailed my explicit, kinky fantasy.

That was that.

That’s the last time anyone will ever hear her talking about sex.

“Kaleb.” Her voice is a pleading one. “We can continue this at home. Let’s go.”

“Fuck no.” I drag her into one of the stalls fast, kicking my mask, paint tubes, and her ripped collar over there as I go. “Also. Just for entertaining the idea of walking out of here without getting this pretty pussy pounded, you can expect a punishment, Shi.”

Her lips pinch. Blue eyes narrowing. Pleading. “They might come in.”

“They will.” I lock the stall door. “Nothing’s going to stop me from fucking you.”

The need to claim her is a clawing, ruthless, incessant pain. My chest hurts with it. My head can’t think of anything else but spinning her and bending her over.

There’s no fighting it.

One swift movement and her cheek slams into the door. She has one eye looking at me. Her pupil grows impossibly large. It pushes out the blue in her iris, looking as black as my soul.

“Please.” She’s shivering. Closing her legs. Thinking she can escape me.

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