Page 13 of Prince of Pain
“Five or sixteen, doesn’t matter how different you think that is. It’s the same thing to me. Sorry, kid. Come back in a year, preferably two.”
“You’re disgusting,” one of her friends said, but I shrugged.
“I want to get laid, not find a wife. No point making it out to be romantic.” I ran my eyes over the other girl though, noticing her lips tugging into a smile. She was trying so hard to hide it so I knew she liked my honesty. “How about you? I think you’d look pretty good under me.”
“I don’t leave parties with strangers,” she said seriously, but her mind was working overtime, trying to figure out if I was worth the risk.
“We don’t have to leave. I’ll kick Mason out of the pool house.” I winked at her friends, the grumpy one eyeing my evening plan with disbelief.
“Are you seriously falling for this shit?”
“What? He’s offering hot sex. I like orgasms, sue me.” I loved a woman who knew what she wanted. Shy girls were getting old, I wanted them wild and demanding. It kept things interesting.
I reached out to take her hand, tugging her against me. She put her palm on my chest as if to push back, but she bunched my shirt in her fist after a second, her mind made up. “Lead the way then.”
I saluted her friends, taking her hand and pulling her towards the pool house, swinging the door open and pointing at Mason. “Out.”
He had powder on his nose, and Tempest’s chest was covered in it. Her bra was on the floor, telling me I’d interrupted their fun.
“Are you serious?” Tempest demanded with outrage, and Mason waved a hand towards the couch in the back corner.
“Just fuck her over there.”
“Not all girls are like Tempest. They don’t love an audience,” I deadpanned, glancing at the girl I’d dragged in here. “Right? You don’t want this creep to see your tits and pussy.”
“I don’t mind. It’s nothing Mase hasn’t seen before anyway,” she answered lightly, walking her fingers up my chest. “Are we fucking or not?”
Mason gave me a shrug, not surprised that she didn’t care, so I chuckled and tugged her across the room. “Fine. Bend over the couch.” I should’ve gone down on her first, but I just needed a release. “This won’t be gentle.”
“I hope not,” she purred, dropping over the side of the couch so that her ass was in the air.
I grabbed the back of her pants, trying not to think about Tempest’s eyes on me. She watched my every move as I yanked the girl's pants down to her knees and leaned over her, slipping my fingers between her legs to stroke up and down her pussy.
I fought myself to not slam inside her with my dick like an asshole, teasing her and warming her up first, but this was going to be hard and fast once I was inside her.
I pulled my dick from my pants, pushing the head against her entrance, and I let out a sigh of irritation when Mason interrupted me. “Wrap it up, dude. You don’t know what you’ll catch from that one.”
A condom hit the back of my head, and I flipped him off.
“Mind your own business, asshole. It’s not like you follow that advice yourself.”
“You’re going to catch herpes.”
“You’re going to catch these hands in a minute,” I growled, threading my fingers through the girl's hair to tug her head back awkwardly. “You don’t have herpes, right?”
“No. If I did, I probably got it from you guys anyway. You promised me an orgasm, so can we get to that part?” she grumbled, a low chuckle leaving me as I pushed inside her without warning, making her gasp.
“I never promised you shit, but since you asked so nicely.” I kept a firm grip on her hair as I fucked her hard, making her groan. Her pussy felt good, but it wasn't enough.
I went harder, reaching around to toy with her clit, getting her orgasm out of the damn way. She clenched around me as she cursed, but I didn’t get the satisfaction I was chasing.
I wrapped a hand around her throat, putting a foot up on the couch to fuck her deeper, only letting go of her throat at the last minute before she could panic too much. I loved causing that fear below the surface, wondering if I’d let them pass out or not.
Was it sick? Definitely.
I wanted to make her blackout, feeling her body go limp as I kept slamming into her. The thought disgusted me, and after a few minutes of getting frustrated with myself, I faked that I’d finished. My skin burned for my release, but it wasn’t going to happen with her. I needed something she couldn’t give me.
I wanted to hurt her, dominate her until she was crying for me to stop.