Page 58 of Holly Jolly Cake Fight
“I’m going seven miles an hour. Now squeeze, or I’m going to have to either take my hand off the wheel or my finger out of your cunt to show you what I want, and that’s not what you want, is it?”
By the time Laurin stopped the golf cart in front of their cabin, Candace was jellified. Absolutely liquid. “Okay,” she gasped, “we just gotta go get our bags packed and then—”
“No the fuck not,” Laurin growled as he scooped her up off her seat. “If I’m not inside your cunt in fifteen seconds, I’m coming all over your sweater, and then everyone’s gonna lose their shit when we get back.”
Candace’s eyes went wide at that. She fully understood that sex changed people, but my goodness. Is this what Laurin’s thoughts were always like? Was this because of the locker room talk discussion? Was he actually super vulgar in real life, or was he showing her that side of himself he claimed he had to keep tightly wrapped up, and he trusted her enough to let loose?
And why did that make her feel even jellier? She wasn’t supposed to be okay with that kind of talk, right?
“The things I want to do with you when you look at me that way,” Laurin huffed, slamming his mouth over hers before she could figure out how she was looking at him.
He didn’t even go back to the bedrooms, instead crowding Candace into the door once he had it closed behind them, pinning her as he pulled a condom packet from his pocket — which gave Candace a residual panic at the idea of it falling out mid-challenge for, like, Patty to slip and fall on so the network had no choice but to show what the offending scrap was and whose pocket it came from. He gave it to her to tear open as he undressed quickly, then unzipped her skirt and pulled down her panties.
She rolled the condom onto his cock, already sputtering precum from the tip, before grabbing her sweater to lift it off.
“Wait, stop,” Laurin commanded, and Candace held her hands up as he took a step back. “No, that’s perfect just like that.”
She was still dressed in her shirt and sweater vest, along with her stockings and ballet flats. She was facing away from the mirror next to the door, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen herself partially dressed like this to know that it was pretty much the least flattering state of undress to be in.
She frowned. “You said you liked my-my boobs. Is it my stomach? Do you not—?”
He silenced her yet again with a rough kiss and two fingers in her pussy. She gasped and squirmed against his palm. Already, her lipstick was smeared all over his lips and chin.
“You’re beautiful. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t stand anymore, and then I’m gonna make us some lunch, and then I’m gonna take the rest of your clothes off and come all over your tits. But this time? Look at how fucking hot you are.”
He pivoted her so when she was turned, her legs were slightly parted and she was directly in front of that mirror.
Her eyes met his in the reflection, but he kicked her foot out another step, enough to fully part her thighs, and said, “No, look at yourself.”
She did, and it was exactly as bad as she imagined. She looked sloppy, disorganized. Trashy. Her make-up was wrecked, her ponytail was lopsided, her stockings were uneven across her thighs, and her sweater was askew. Even her pubic hair was weird; she hadn’t known they wouldn’t be at a hotel with a pool, so she’d done a rough job of waxing herself, settling for a line about an inch thick because she didn’t want to spend money on a professional job. This was what she imagined a girl in a bad homemade porno would look like.
But then Laurin said in the gravelliest voice, “Look at how dirty you are. Such a sweet, delectable slut, all for me,” and it dawned on her then.
To Laurin, this was a good thing. And not because he thought she was easy, but because in his eyes, she was a sexual, erotic being who was hungry for him, needy and frustrated and without a care for anything but how quickly he could stuff himself inside her.
And she was all of that. Goodness help her, she was so hot that she pushed back to rub herself on his hard cock and made quiet, desperate pleas for his touch.
“That,” he groaned. “That’s what I want from you. And this right here?” He reached around to tease that strip of blonde curls. “This is so fucking hot.”
“Really?” She glanced back up at him and saw his eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared, his jaw ticking. The intensity running through him left little doubt about his sincerity.
His eyes were darting up and down, though, as he said, “Yeah, I’m gonna want to see my cum dripping from these curls, just like yours is—” But then, in frustration, he rushed out, “I want all your hair to match.”
Candace blinked in surprise, straightened back up. “What?”
“Your hair and this strip. I want them to match. Can you make that happen after the season’s over? Not this color, either,” he said with a nudge of his nose in her ponytail. “It’s pretty, and it looks nice on you, but it’s not you. You’re louder than this. I want your hair to scream. All of it.” His eyes were darting about again as he said, “Oh, unless it’s not safe down there. I don’t want you to hurt your clit or anything.”
“Laurin,” Candace started, trying not to laugh over the insane request.
“Right, yeah, I got sidetracked. Here.”
Without any other warning, he grabbed one of her legs by the knee, lifting it up and causing her to lose her balance. She caught herself by her palms on either side of the mirror as he slid himself into her, going every bit as deep on his first thrust as he had yesterday. The night’s workout and then the warm-up in the golf cart had her ready this time, and she was fully prepared to smush her face into the mirror and enjoy the ride.
That wasn’t what Laurin wanted, though. His palm went flat on her breastbone, his thumb and fingers curving around her neck as he lifted her back up and growled, “Watch me fuck you, Candace. Watch how deep your cunt takes my cock. Just sucks it right in. Do you see that?”
With that command, she couldn’t look away. He didn’t go nearly as hard as he did last night, instead going slow enough he could slide out until only his tip held at her entrance andthen pushing back fully. She watched, hypnotized, as his length vanished each time, sinking so deep she could feel it against her upper wall, but he was careful with her.
And each time he pulled out, the condom was coated in a thick gloss that built up until it ran down to the lip of the latex.
