a bar to kill me.
My jaw clenches with the thought.
Closing time came too fast. I went to stumble out to my bike, but that’s when Jill, Julie, Jamie? Fuck if I know. Whatever her name is came along. It didn’t take much of her shaking her tits and rubbing her ass along my crotch to get me into her tiny two-doored princess car and back to her place. Good thing it was close, too, because she drove with my hand buried between her legs.
Talented. I liked that.
What I liked even better was that she had a roommate, who happened to be waiting up when we stumbled through the door.
And even better than that, she came right to me, hooked an arm around the back of my neck, pulled me down to thrust her tongue in my mouth. She took my hand without giving me her name, led me to the couch, pushed me down, and that’s where the real fun started.
And by fun, I mean a bag of coke and two naked chicks ready to service my every need.
We’ve been going for hours. I fucked the girl who took me home while her roommate watched, then she took her turn fucking me.
Now I have one riding my cock, the other sitting on my face, and I have to come like I’ve never come before in my life.
The furthest thing from my mind is Not-Molly-Whatever-Her-Name-Is.
Right.
The girl on my face seizes and fists my hair as I eat her climax out of her. My hands cup her ass, and I continue to lap at her as her cunt pulsates around my tongue. The noises of two girls fill the room as the one riding me picks up her speed in an attempt to chase her own orgasm.
The slap of my palm rings out on the girl’s ass who’s finished.
Using my hair, she tilts my head back until we can see each other. A Cheshire grin sits on her rosy, swollen lips.
“Hop off my face.”
She licks her lips, slides her fingers through my hair once more, and lifts her thigh over my shoulders. She acts as though she has all the time in the fucking world. Her slow pace gives me a nice extended visual of her wet swollen cunt. I can say with certainty I’m not finished with that yet.
Time to move before my balls fall off.
Wrapping an arm around the other’s waist, I hoist us both from the couch, and she lets out a small scream. With my cock still hard inside her, I turn us both around, plant her knees and elbows on the couch, and start pounding away with a renewed pace.
Until my cell rings.
“Son of a…” My fingers clench her bony hips, yanking her to me more forcefully. The ringing stops, and I go back to getting this over with. I’m starting to come down, so I either need another line or a ride back to the bar.
“Oh please, oh please,” she pants over and over again. I can tell she’s close by the way her pussy squeezes my dick and the ease of which I slide into her over and over again.
The phone starts ringing again.
My plan of spending the next few hours without thinking about the girl who isn’t Molly ends as abruptly as my ringing phone. Something has to be wrong.
“Girl, you’ve got five seconds before I have to get that,” I growl through clenched teeth.
After a few more forceful thrusts, she starts clenching around me and screaming at the same time my phone rings again.
I finally let my own climax explode, ripping through me and making me groan out loud, unleashing my demons and hours of pent-up sexual tension.
I collapse back onto the couch and snag my phone from the coffee table.
Elias, the screen says.
Fuck.
I don’t get a chance to call him back. He’s already trying me again, and the phone rings in my hand.
“Yeah,” I answer. I think. My voice is grit and grogginess after the night I’ve had.
“You about done with your tantrum and plan on getting back here anytime soon?”
“Nope. Got nothing to do with that. You’d be smart to dispose of her before I get back.”
A shocked pause follows. “Dispose of…? Are you fucking shitting me?”
I swipe my lips with my thumb. “Nope,” I answer, trying to sound like I don’t give a shit. Trying to ignore how tightly my body is locked up.
“You’re an asshole, you know that? You know damn well it isn’t safe to just drop her