Page 45 of SummerTime Madness
My length is soaked in her juices. Pushing it back in, I watch as her pussy swallows me whole. Greedy fucking cunt.
Suddenly, her body freezes, and she pulls away from Tate and looks to the left.
Screams erupt from the tent and bathroom area.
People begin to scatter while others seem to circle us like we are the main attraction. Tate helps bring her towards me so I can pull out.
“Put me down, Chase,” Cordelia whispers in my ears.
My mind and body obey her command, lifting her into the air as I feel the cold wrap around my dick. Already missing her wet warmth, I still as Tate leans closer and cleans her juices from my cock.
“Fuuckkk,” I groan just as he nips it–pulls away and tucks me back in. I place Cordelia on the ground and follow her as she moves closer towards the crowd.
I feel their eyes on us.
“STEP BACK!” one of the guards shouts as they form a perimeter around the area.
“What the fuck is happening?” Tate asks, more to himself than to me.
More yelling comes from that direction.
Guns cocking.
Boots pounding.
More yelling.
The music cuts off.
“ON THE GROUND–NOW!” someone shouts as more people scream.
Others just moan–not sure if they’re confused or too high to understand what the fuck is going on. From the corner of my eye, I watch as someone charges at one of the guards and gets shot point blank.
Tate grabs Cordelia just as she moves forward.
Blood sprays across the confetti drenched crowd.
Cordelia screams–not a scream from shock but from pain. My eyes move over her, assessing her, and making sure she’s not hurt. Her back arches.
Her body pulses.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The sound multiplies.
Everyone stops moving just as another party goer charges at a group of girls and slams into one of them. Another one begins to vomit pink spores into a man’s face. He falls choking, eyes bleeding, while another rips his own shirt off and slams a soldier tothe ground, laughing and sobbing as his joints move in weird angles.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Chapter Sixteen
