Page 31 of CurVy 13

“You smell like perfume, you bastard!” I fight him, reaching up and swinging my palms around, hoping to connect with something. Anything. Bastard! “Get off me!”

“And you smell like wet pussy,” he growls, grabbing both of my hands and banding them with one of his. He pins them to the mattress above my head.

The mask hides his face, but I can feel his breath. He feeds his free hand between us. Thick, demanding fingers slide under my dress and waste no time. Plunging into my pussy with ease, my incomplete climax still stirring, still leaking.

“Baby?” Tyler bashes on the door. “You okay?”

“So fucking wet,” Donnie taunts, squeezing my wrists until I cry out in pain. “Leave your hands above your head.”

“Or what?” I start, but he’s already released me and is crawling down my body. I hear a rustling and a clink, the sound of him removing his mask.

The Polaroid… the camera.

Fuck… his head is up my dress.

I kick at him, but he begins to feast, and my efforts become meagre… God. That’s- That’s good.

This man doesn’t just eat pussy. He fucks me with his tongue and bites my clit like a lion tearing into a carcass. My entire body shakes.

My eyes roll back.

I feed my fingers through his hair, exploring his features, but I can’t picture what I’m feeling while he eats me out. I have no spatial awareness at the best of times.

Pissed off with how my body responds to him, I take a fist full of his hair and dig my nails into his scalp. “Get your mouth off me!” I hold him to my pussy, even as I shred him. “You stink of another woman! This is so wrong. Fuck. S-so wrong.”

Thrusting upwards, I nearly tear his hair out, but he fights back. He growls and sucks on me until I lose control of my limbs, my fingers pawing and fumbling with my melting mind. I’m so wound up from the intimate moment in the living room with Tyler—I want to come. I want to come so badly, even as I feel sick with jealousy.

“Shower the other woman off!”

“Possessive, little whore,” Donnie snaps.

“Fuck you, Donnie!” Tyler growls through the door. “Don’t talk to her like that!”

The barricade begins to scrape across the floor. The sound spurs Donnie to move, leaving me panting on the mattress with my dress bunched around my waist.

He switches the light on.

The sight of him in the mask makes me growl. Keep your fucking face to yourself then.

I tug my black dress over my head, exposing myself to him. I reach between my thighs and bear down on my clit. I need to get off. My thigh muscles hurt, burn, and perpetual spasms rush through me, never letting up.

I’m going to fucking explode.

The drawer continues to inch along the floor as Tyler fights to get into the room, but it’s caught on my rug.

Donnie looks at the door, then lunges for me. He snatches my hand from between my legs, nails it to the mattress again, and leers at me.

“I’ll make you come!”

Pain radiates through my wrist. “Then do it!”

“Do you like Tyler more than me, Pup? Is it the way he fingers your wet cunt like he’s playing the piano or the fact you have him fooled into believing you like him, too?”

“I don’t like you at all!”

Liar.

Jealousy bulks his shoulders. “We’ll see.”