Page 55 of Strike & Score
“But you’re touching me.”
“I could touch you more.”
“Don’t.”
I raise an eyebrow, hooking my index finger in her shorts, seeing if she’s actually going to stop me, but she doesn’t. Her hand slaps down on my bare chest, fingers sliding down the indents of my abs. She traces the V that girls are obsessed with, and I’m not about to interrupt her exploration. Even as I start to pull down her shorts and her eyes shoot up to mine, her hand remains on me.
“Why not? You’re touching me,” I tease, moving her shorts further down off her hips.
“I just don’t know what else to do with my hands,” she whispers.
“Right. Well, how about if I lift you up, then you can use them to pull on my chain you love so much while I fuck you.”
Mayson scoffs, “You’re not fucking me in here, you psycho.”
The challenge spurs me on, pushing her shorts all the way off, stepping on them so when I hoist her up in my arms they stay on the ground while she wraps her legs around my waist and I push up against the shelved wall. Shit falls on theground, but I don’t even pay attention to any of it because her bare hot cunt is pressed against my stomach. My hips jut forward out of pure instinct as she grabs onto my shoulder, digging her nails into my skin.
“I’m not?”
She shakes her head, but at the same time she moves so her heels are trying to push down my sweatpants.
I chuckle. “You sure about that?”
“I don’t think I’m sure about anything when it comes to you.”
I help her get my pants down over my ass, freeing my erection, angling to rub it through the wetness between her thighs, but not pushing inside her yet.
“Then tell me you want it. Tell me you want my dick inside you, Mace.”
She whimpers, moving her hands to the back of my neck holding onto me there. “Fuck me, but you better make it fast.”
“Why’s that?” I’m barely holding on by a thread.
“Because we don’t have a lot of time before someone catches us.”
I pull back, then push inside her with a single thrust that has her gasping against my mouth as I drop my lips against hers, but refuse to kiss her.
“Then I guess you better stay quiet.” I pull back before pushing in roughly once again. “But I want to make you scream.”
I slam my mouth down onto hers in a brutal kiss, needing to feel more of her as her pussy squeezes around me. I love how she kisses me like she hates me. Maybe she thinks she does. But with the way she’s bouncing on my dick while I fuck her against the shelves it sure doesn’t feel like it.
“Scream for me, babe, let mommy and daddy hear how much you love coming on my cock.”
She shakes her head, fighting the urge to cry out. While I’d rather not get interrupted, I would love to see the reaction our parents would have at finding out what we’ve been doing while we’re alone. Am I fucked in the head? Yes. Do I care? Not even a little bit.
I reach between us, finding her clit to rub while fucking her so hard her back must be digging into the wood behind her. She doesn’t complain or try to stop me other than trying to drag my mouth back down to hers to muffle her gasps and whimpers.
“Who makes you feel this good?” I ask when I feel her tighten even more around me, and I’m fighting the urge to come.
“You,” she moans.
“And who am I?” I push, mostly because it bothers her.
“Colin,” she moves, trying to meet my thrusts with her own as I pick up speed.
“Who am Ito you?”
“My stepbrother,” she gasps, and I can tell how close she is. Which only makes me fuck her harder. She gets off on how sick I am too. How sick webothare.
