Page 140 of The First Taste

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Fucking useless,I think, thrusting deep.

She holds on and moans. I punctuate each thrust with a thought.

Fucking.

Waste.

Of.

Space.

I grit my teeth, hammering my cock home over and over again.

There are a thousand reasons why you’re all alone, I think, glaring at my reflection.

You’re.

So.

Fucking.

Weak.

Look at you. You’re broken. You’ll always be alone.

I’m not even making a half-hearted attempt at paying attention to the girl. My eyes are laser-locked on my reflection, sneering.

“I think I’m going to—“ the brunette husks out. Then her pussy spasms around my cock. She lets out a strangled scream as she comes.

I’m nowhere near finishing. And yet, I pull out of her body, stepping back. It’s a matter of seconds before I get the condom off my dick.

“I fucking hate condoms,” I mutter.

The brunette, whose name at this point I can’t even vaguely recall, blushes. “Well, I’m clean if you?—“

Disgusted, I toss the condom in the trash and start zipping up. “That’s vile.”

Her eyes widen as I leave, banging the door open. “Wait?—“

But I’m done.

Done with condoms, done with sketchy bathroom fucks. I exit the back way and walk through the echoing marble lobby, my mouth a grimace.

I need to see Cerise again.

I know that she has the right combination of tits and ass and hazel eyes. She’ll make me come without even touching me.

And until I can fucking blow my load, I’m going to be an absolute fucking terror…

Kaia

As I step out onto the stage of the New York Ballet, my feet and legs tingle. I can’t keep the grin off my face. Ella is right behind me, finding a spot and sitting down to put on her toe pads and pointe shoes.

I bend down, putting my own toe pad and shoes on. Mine are in terrible shape; I definitely should’ve worn a newer pair of shoes. But a new pair of shoes wasn’t in the budget this week.

These have to last four more wears.

I straighten, looking at the empty theatre. From where I’m standing, it’s easy to imagine the roar of excited applause, the hot lights, the other ballerinas watching from the wings.

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