fuck her here, in the bathroom, or on the bar counter. Doesn’t matter to me. Apparently, it doesn’t matter to her either. She kicks off her boots, slides her skirt down her legs, along with her panties, and grins up at me again. I chuckle, pulling my jeans down quickly and rolling the condom on. She watches me with wide eyes as I stroke myself in front of her.
“You like what you see?” I ask her on a groan. Her eyes don’t move. She’s fixated on my cock and what’s about to happen. With yet another chuckle, I move closer still. Lifting her in my arms, she wraps her legs around my waist. I don’t mess around, I don’t play with her to see if she’s wet either. I reach between us and shove into her in one thrust. The girl moves her arms to my waist and hangs on tight.
“Shit baby,” I growl in her ear. “Fuckin’ tight for a little whore.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, she clenches on my dick. I pull out and thrust back into her. She cries out and holds on, but I can tell she fucking loves it.
“You like it when I call you a whore?” I grit my teeth and ask her.
“Yes,” she moans as I fuck her against the brick wall of the bar. Her back will no doubt have scratches, but I don’t give a shit. She isn’t my concern. Rolling my hips I shove even deeper into her. Her nails dig into my skin as I lean down and kiss her neck. The more of her I feel, the more I want to wreck her little body. I fuck her roughly, my hips increasing their pace. It’s almost funny that this little girl is keeping up with me while on the high of her life.
“Goddamn!” she screams when I bite into her neck. I chuckle against her as her pussy clenches even tighter around me.
“You gonna come already, slut?” I ask her. Her nails dig in harder and her body tenses. “You like that? Slut. Fuckin’ whore,” I snarl in her ear.
She loses all control then. She comes violently, yelling for me. “Satan! Fuck me Satan!”
I can’t hold out any longer. I come right behind her, letting everything I have burst into her. Her muscles clench, sucking the fucking life out of me as I lower my head to her shoulder. “Goddamn baby. Never had a bitch that liked to be called a whore before,” I whisper while trying to catch my breath.
“That’s because you’ve never fucked me before.” We both suck in some much-needed air. I pull out and let her slide to the ground. She slides down the wall and falls to her ass right here in the dirty ass alley. I shake my head and toss the condom into the dumpster before pulling my jeans back up. She sits in a daze, gazing up at the stars.
“Thanks for that,” she finally says. I cock my head to the side and study her. She’s a strange girl, that’s for damn sure.
“Anytime, sweetheart.” I turn to walk away when I hear her say, “Nice to see you again, Satan.”
Chapter 4
Whitley
“You didn’t come home last night,” Jackson says, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Protective much are we?” I tease him as I roll across the bed and motion for him to come and join me. He huffs but joins me anyway. Jackson is my roommate. He’s been a good friend to me since I first landed on the streets. He picked me up on a corner one day, where in my passed out state I was close to being raped, and brought me home with him. At first I thought he just wanted to have sex with me, and I was okay with giving it to him too, as sex is its own drug. I can use my body to numb out all the other shit going on. I hate the nightmares. All of it disappears when I’m fucking someone, but Jackson was always different. He’s a little fucked up in the head just like I am. We just, clicked. Do we fuck? Well, of fucking course we do, but not as boyfriend and girlfriend. Jackson doesn’t do the whole relationship thing and neither do I, but a fuck buddy? Yeah, that I can handle.
“You know it. Where the hell were you? I got worried about you, bitch,” he says pulling