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“I’m never going to get this shit.” I cry in frustration, slamming my trigonometry book closed.
I lay my head down on my bed, preparing to feel dramatically sorry for myself, but my cell begins to vibrate, distracting me from my angst.
I glance down at the caller id before answering. “I fucking hate my life.”
Kaydene laughs, “Why?”
“Because Mr. Wentz is a salve driving dick who is trying to ruin my chances of graduating.”
“I told you not to take trig, didn’t I?” The only thing Kaydene likes better than being right is bragging about being right.
I pretend to be skeptical, “I don’t remember that.”
“Yes you do. Anyway,” She rushes on, getting to the point of her call. “Let’s go out tonight.”
“I can’t Kay…I’ve got this final on Monday, and if I study my ass off this weekend I might be able to pull off an F+ instead of just an F.”
“Can you even get an F+?” She wonders.
“I don’t know…” I sigh, “But seriously, I can’t.”
“Shannon, it’s Friday night. This guy’s throwing a party…somebody my brother knows. Be ready in an hour, I’ll pick you up.”
“I can’t…”
She talks over me, “Be there in an hour.” And then hangs up before I have a chance to protest any further.
An hour and a half later I am surveying myself in the mirror, still waiting for her.
I am wearing a cranberry off the shoulder sweater with a black cami underneath, and although I have left my hair down, black chandelier’s adorn my ears. I have chosen my favorite skinny jeans which are tucked snuggly inside a pair of black boots that rise to mid shin.
“Not too bad.” I say aloud to my silent bedroom just as I hear her honk in the driveway.
I grab my purse and head out, giving her a ‘what the fuck?’ look as I approach her car. But I’m not surprised in the least, she’s never on time.
“What happened to an hour?” I ask as I settle into the passenger seat.
“What do you care? You didn’t even want to come.” She rolls her eyes.
“I don’t care. Now where are we going?” I flip the mirror down and check my make up again.
“To this party over on the north side…his name’s Ryan I think.” She throws it in reverse, backs out, and we’re on our way.
Twenty minutes later we are struggling to find a place to park on a street that is crammed with cars.
Kaydene’s eyes gleam with excitement, “Look at this! Aren’t you glad I made you come? This is insane!”
She’s right, by the number of cars, there’s got to be a least 200 people inside. “Beats the hell out of homework.”
She laughs in agreement and slows to a stop. “You can’t park here! You’re blocking those cars in.” I point out.
“Fuck them!” She quips, climbing out of the car. “Hand me my bag.” She points to her purse in its place beside my own.
I hand it to her, “Whatever, it’s not my car they’re going to trash when they come out drunk as hell and get pissed off.”
“Which reminds me…you’re driving next time! I hate having to watch how much I drink.” She ignores the sidewalk and strides over the grass.
“You never do anyway! We’ve taken a cab the last three times we’ve gone out!” I remind her.
“Oh yeah…who cares then.” She turns and flashes me a smile before throwing the door open and yelling “We’re here!” as though the entire party had been waiting for our arrival.
She walks ahead of me, pushing her way through the tight crowd of people, making her way straight to the kitchen where she hopes to find the alcohol.
I pass through the doorway just behind her, and of course she was right…in the far corner of the room are three kegs resting in huge tubs of ice beside a table littered with bottles of liquor and plastic cups.
She heads right for a bottle of Smirnoff and pours herself a generous glass. “You want?” she holds the bottle up.
“Yeah, but give me about half of what you have lush.”
She pours even more into my cup just to be a smart ass. There are people everywhere, in a strange, wide variety of ages. Some look to be around 15 or 16, others could easily be 25.
“Wow Kaydene! Look at you all grown up!” a voice says from behind us.
Kaydene spins around, and throws her arms around a guy I’ve never seen before. “Ryan! Holy shit! I didn’t know Josh meant this Ryan!” She pats his face and then hugs him again.
“I haven’t seen you since you were in what? The fourth grade?” He picks her up off of her feet and then places her back down.
“Third!” She corrects. “This is Shannon. Shannon, this is Ryan…he and Josh we inseparable for like, ever until this stupid ass up and moved away. I had the biggest crush on him.” She is talking to me, but looking at him.
“No you didn’t.” He seems extremely pleased with her little revelation.
“Yes I did…I can’t believe Josh never told you! He used to threaten to constantly!”
I am clearly not a part of this conversation, and starting to feel annoyed when Ryan stops mid sentence to yell over to someone.
“Justin! Hey, come here man…someone I want you to meet!” He suddenly must remember I’m also there because he adds with a laugh, “Well, two someone’s!”
For a moment I don’t see him, but then the crowd that has been hiding him parts, making way as though he is the most important person on earth.
My breath catches in my chest when he comes in to view. He’s 5’8” maybe 5’9”…golden hair that is a cross between blonde and brown in the most perfect way. His striking brown eyes shine as they slide around the room as though he is taking every inch of it in, as though he is seeing every little detail. I instantly long to touch his face, his skin is flawless and unbelievably tempting. And his lips…oh god, his lips. He moves towards us confidently as my eyes fall to from his face to see he is wearing a black tight fitting v neck with a black leather jacket thrown casually over it. Dark denim jeans are slung low on his hips and lead to a pair of red supras that are in pristine condition.
I pull my eyes away from him just long enough to see that every other girl in the room is also fixing him with lust filled gazes.
“Justin…” Ryan wraps an arm around Justin’s shoulders and pulls him in closer. “This is Kaydene…I practically lived at her house when we were young. Of course, back then she was just my friend’s little sister who was kind of in the way. But now…” He trails off and gives her a little smile that tells me exactly where this is going.
I look away from Ryan to find that Justin’s eyes are on me.
“And this is Shannon.” Ryan continues on. “Kaydene’s equally beautiful friend.”
I smile and run my fingers through my hair like a nervous idiot. But when Justin smiles back I feel at ease right away. I’ve heard the term ‘a smile that can light up a room’ a thousand times but always thought it was bullshit…I was wrong.
“Shannon, look at this beautiful hair.” He reaches out and loops strand around his finger, twirling it lightly before allowing it to drop back down to my shoulder.
I am stunned by his forwardness… and yet at the same time, I yearn for him to touch me again.
Ryan and Kaydene have returned to the task of ignoring everyone else besides each other, Justin sees this too and points to my half empty cup. “Need a refill?” He holds up his own cup, “Because I do.”
“No…I think I’m good.” What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I say that?
“Come with me anyway.” He takes my hand and leads me away.
There is a crowd around the table full of liquor, but they all shift to make room for him without even being asked to.
“What are you drinking?” He gestures to the scatter of bottle with a sweep of his hand.
“Smirnoff.” I tell him as I take a sip from what I already have.
“Good choice…I think that’s what I’ll have too.
He tops my cup off before pouring his, then nods his head over to an uninhabited corner of the room. I instinctively know he wants me to follow, and I do.
He leans against the wall and adjusts his jacket. He moves in the most mesmerizingly sensual way. He looks me over in silence as I anxiously sip my drink much too fast.
He suddenly shakes his head, “Ryan always gets it wrong.” He sounds irritated.
“What do you mean?”
“He said you were her equally beautiful friend. He got it wrong…she is nowhere near your equal.”
I cast my eyes down with self consciousness.
“No…don’t do that.” He rests his pointer finger below my chin and lifts my face upwards gently.
I am expecting him to kiss me but we are interrupted by a blonde in a dress that looks like it would fit my niece’s Barbie doll.
“Justin…I’m mad at you!” She pouts obnoxiously.
“No you’re not.” He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her into a brief hug.
“That’s not going to work…I haven’t seen you all night and now I feel ignored.” Oh, for god’s sake, who is this bitch?
“Oh come on Erin, you know I can’t stand for you to be mad at me.” He flirts masterfully before hugging her again.
She giggles like a fucking school girl and then leans close to whisper in his ear. He listens and a little smile curls his lips, but then he shakes his head, “Maybe later?”
“Anytime Justin…you know that.” She walks away, shaking her hips for him like a hooker. He watches her for a moment and then turns his attention back to me. “Sorry.” He gives me an apologetic shrug of his shoulders.
“No, it’s fine!” I say with an overly breezy tone.
An hour later I have lost sight of Kaydene completely, downed four cups of vodka, and am dancing with Justin. It’s been one girl after another since Erin…they swarm him like flies and judging by the way he flirts his ass off, the attention is welcomed.
I writhe against him like he’s the pole in a strip club, grinding into his cock and dipping down his body and running my hands against him along the way. His hands rest on my hips and he turns me around to face him, pulling me into his body tightly. He is hard as glass beneath his jeans, and I moan with pleasure as he presses it to my still hidden clit.
He slips his tongue into my mouth and licks the tip of my own as if it were a lollipop. “Come on.” He whispers into my ear before leading me away.
“Where are we going?” I am breathless with need and frustration. He doesn’t answer, but as the stair case comes into view, he doesn’t have to.
He waits and allows me to go ahead of him, and when we reach the top he points, “Guest rooms on the left.”
I turn in that direction and he guides me to the second door in the hallway. He closes the door, turning the music from the party to muffled thumps of bass and pulls me in once again, gliding his hands under my shirt to tease my nipples. He ignores my mouth, covering my neck with slow flicks of his tongue instead.
He brings his hand to me and works against my clit with his palm. The heat from his hand seeps past my jeans...warming me.
His hand leaves me and I whine for more as he raises my arms to remove my sweater and the cami underneath. Once they lay forgotten at our feet, he moves his kiss to my chest, dragging his tongue and teeth along the rounded tops of my breasts which still lay nestled inside lace the color of wine.
I hold on to him possessively, as though I am afraid he will disappear, but he pulls away and drops to his knees.
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness of the room and I see him watching me as closes the space between us with his mouth. His hand rises to stroke me lightly, the seam of me jeans presses against my clit with even the smallest of movement from him.
I moan with gratefulness as he increases the pressure. “You like that?” His voice has taken on a quiet teasing tone.
I reach down to unbutton my jeans and then I watch with anticipation as he slides them down my legs. Pushes my panties aside and then gingerly sucks my swollen clit…barely even taking it into his mouth. My hands rush through his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue begins to explore my sensitive bundle of nerves with slow circles.
“Oh fuck Justin…” I gasp, amazed by his talent.
“Want some more?” His breath falls upon me as he speaks.
“Yes…Don’t stop.” I plead.
“Spread that pussy for me Shannon.” He orders.
I can feel the desire that has been flowing from me increase with a rush as his words play through my head.
My right hand falls and I place my first two fingers on either side of my clit, doing just as he has asked, exposing myself to him completely.
His tongue begins to ride along me softly with such perfection that my legs have weakened and I fear I may fall to the floor.
When I become more frantic, he spoils my shivering clit faster before coming to a jolting stop.
“Do you like to be fucked Shannon.” He whispers, darting his tongue out to tease me.
I manage a moan of confirmation and attempt to force his mouth closer.
“Answer me.” He snaps.
“Yes…” I tell him with another desperate moan.
“Yes what?” His tongue sweeps against me a little harder and I cry out with frustrated bliss.
He wants to hear me say the words. “Yes Justin…I love to be fucked. Now do it.”
He bites down on my clit and drags his teeth as he pulls away, inflicting pain and pleasure upon me and then rises to his feet.
When we are once again face to face he pushes me to my knees forcefully. “Lets get something straight here Shannon.” He tugs at his belt and then unfastens his jeans. “You don’t tell me what to do. In fact, it’s the other way around.”
I nod up at him from my place at his feet, showing him that I understand.
“Behave yourself.”
I nod again.
His hands go to my hair, “Now suck my cock like a good girl.”
This total domination has me out of my mind with sexual euphoria and at this point (or maybe from the very start) I will do anything to please him…anything.
I reach up and pull his cock from his jeans, but I don’t bother to remove his pants…his thickened, pulsing dick lays heavy in my hand and that’s all that matters.
I admire its size and beautiful shape, stroking my fist up and down the impressive length of him until he has had enough of waiting and demands “In your mouth Shannon” firmly.
I slide it into my mouth and sink down as far as I can, but he isn’t satisfied and pushes into my mouth to the base. I fight against the reflex to gag, and when he praises me with merely, “That’s my girl.” my discomfort is a small price to pay for those three words.
He moves in and out of my mouth as if he is fucking me…soft sounds of pleasure escaping him rapidly until he pushes me away and pulls me to my feet.
“Go get on the bed.” His instructions are harsh, but I can’t get enough of it.
I do as I’m told and stretch out on the bed, ready for whatever he has in store.
“Huh-uh…” He reprimands, “On your knees.”
I immediately roll over and rise to my knees to that he can fuck me from behind. His warm fingers search out my clit as he leans over me.
I call his name, relieved by the return of his touch.
He sweeps my hair away and lowers his mouth to gently bite the back of my neck. “Do you want to be my dirty girl tonight?”
I moan again, louder this time…but not from his fingers which continued to spoil my clit, but from the question.
“I’m going to fuck you as hard as I want…and when you cum, I expect you to scream my name. Do you understand?”
I sigh in agreement, the knot of anticipation tightening in my stomach.
His palm lands hard on my ass once, and then he inches into me slowly, bit by bit, inch by inch until I beg for him to fuck me harder.
His hand doles out another stinging slap to my ass, “What the fuck did I tell you Shannon…” he is displeased that once again I have tried to control the situation. “Apologize.” He whispers.
“I’m sorry…” I breathe, but I’m not, I have become addicted to his aggression already.
The moment I express my remorse, he slams into me. Burying his cock deep inside my cunt.
I nearly scream with the delicious sensation of finally being full of him.
“You’re a bad girl Shannon…you know that?” He slows and leans forward to pull my breasts free from my bra to pinch and pull at my nipples.
“No I’m not.” I argue, just to hear what he’ll say next.
“Yes you are…good girls don’t like to be fucked like this…that’s why I hate them.” He straightens and resumes fucking me powerfully.
I feel the walls of my cunt coiling tighter around him as I grow closer to cumming. My cries of pleasure have grown to a shamelessly loud decibel, but don’t give a damn who hears me now.
Justin knows what is coming and reminds me with another hard slap, “Remember what I told you Shannon or you won’t like what happens next.”
His rough treatment and threats cause the orgasm that has been slowly creeping up inside of me to speed its course and explode through me sooner than I had expected. I am taken by surprise by its sheer force.
“Oh god Justin…” I howl…”Oh fuck! I’m cumming!”
“I want to hear it Shannon!” He warns.
His name rides out on a long scream of wildly intense erotic bliss.
“Louder.” He roars through gritted teeth as he fights to hold off a little longer.
I scream out again and again, until he is satisfied with my performance.
A final growl erupts from him as he jerks his cock out. Leaving me suddenly empty as his hot cum pours over my ass where the skin is still warm from the punishing smacks he inflicted upon it.
I lay my head down on my bed, preparing to feel dramatically sorry for myself, but my cell begins to vibrate, distracting me from my angst.
I glance down at the caller id before answering. “I fucking hate my life.”
Kaydene laughs, “Why?”
“Because Mr. Wentz is a salve driving dick who is trying to ruin my chances of graduating.”
“I told you not to take trig, didn’t I?” The only thing Kaydene likes better than being right is bragging about being right.
I pretend to be skeptical, “I don’t remember that.”
“Yes you do. Anyway,” She rushes on, getting to the point of her call. “Let’s go out tonight.”
“I can’t Kay…I’ve got this final on Monday, and if I study my ass off this weekend I might be able to pull off an F+ instead of just an F.”
“Can you even get an F+?” She wonders.
“I don’t know…” I sigh, “But seriously, I can’t.”
“Shannon, it’s Friday night. This guy’s throwing a party…somebody my brother knows. Be ready in an hour, I’ll pick you up.”
“I can’t…”
She talks over me, “Be there in an hour.” And then hangs up before I have a chance to protest any further.
An hour and a half later I am surveying myself in the mirror, still waiting for her.
I am wearing a cranberry off the shoulder sweater with a black cami underneath, and although I have left my hair down, black chandelier’s adorn my ears. I have chosen my favorite skinny jeans which are tucked snuggly inside a pair of black boots that rise to mid shin.
“Not too bad.” I say aloud to my silent bedroom just as I hear her honk in the driveway.
I grab my purse and head out, giving her a ‘what the fuck?’ look as I approach her car. But I’m not surprised in the least, she’s never on time.
“What happened to an hour?” I ask as I settle into the passenger seat.
“What do you care? You didn’t even want to come.” She rolls her eyes.
“I don’t care. Now where are we going?” I flip the mirror down and check my make up again.
“To this party over on the north side…his name’s Ryan I think.” She throws it in reverse, backs out, and we’re on our way.
Twenty minutes later we are struggling to find a place to park on a street that is crammed with cars.
Kaydene’s eyes gleam with excitement, “Look at this! Aren’t you glad I made you come? This is insane!”
She’s right, by the number of cars, there’s got to be a least 200 people inside. “Beats the hell out of homework.”
She laughs in agreement and slows to a stop. “You can’t park here! You’re blocking those cars in.” I point out.
“Fuck them!” She quips, climbing out of the car. “Hand me my bag.” She points to her purse in its place beside my own.
I hand it to her, “Whatever, it’s not my car they’re going to trash when they come out drunk as hell and get pissed off.”
“Which reminds me…you’re driving next time! I hate having to watch how much I drink.” She ignores the sidewalk and strides over the grass.
“You never do anyway! We’ve taken a cab the last three times we’ve gone out!” I remind her.
“Oh yeah…who cares then.” She turns and flashes me a smile before throwing the door open and yelling “We’re here!” as though the entire party had been waiting for our arrival.
She walks ahead of me, pushing her way through the tight crowd of people, making her way straight to the kitchen where she hopes to find the alcohol.
I pass through the doorway just behind her, and of course she was right…in the far corner of the room are three kegs resting in huge tubs of ice beside a table littered with bottles of liquor and plastic cups.
She heads right for a bottle of Smirnoff and pours herself a generous glass. “You want?” she holds the bottle up.
“Yeah, but give me about half of what you have lush.”
She pours even more into my cup just to be a smart ass. There are people everywhere, in a strange, wide variety of ages. Some look to be around 15 or 16, others could easily be 25.
“Wow Kaydene! Look at you all grown up!” a voice says from behind us.
Kaydene spins around, and throws her arms around a guy I’ve never seen before. “Ryan! Holy shit! I didn’t know Josh meant this Ryan!” She pats his face and then hugs him again.
“I haven’t seen you since you were in what? The fourth grade?” He picks her up off of her feet and then places her back down.
“Third!” She corrects. “This is Shannon. Shannon, this is Ryan…he and Josh we inseparable for like, ever until this stupid ass up and moved away. I had the biggest crush on him.” She is talking to me, but looking at him.
“No you didn’t.” He seems extremely pleased with her little revelation.
“Yes I did…I can’t believe Josh never told you! He used to threaten to constantly!”
I am clearly not a part of this conversation, and starting to feel annoyed when Ryan stops mid sentence to yell over to someone.
“Justin! Hey, come here man…someone I want you to meet!” He suddenly must remember I’m also there because he adds with a laugh, “Well, two someone’s!”
For a moment I don’t see him, but then the crowd that has been hiding him parts, making way as though he is the most important person on earth.
My breath catches in my chest when he comes in to view. He’s 5’8” maybe 5’9”…golden hair that is a cross between blonde and brown in the most perfect way. His striking brown eyes shine as they slide around the room as though he is taking every inch of it in, as though he is seeing every little detail. I instantly long to touch his face, his skin is flawless and unbelievably tempting. And his lips…oh god, his lips. He moves towards us confidently as my eyes fall to from his face to see he is wearing a black tight fitting v neck with a black leather jacket thrown casually over it. Dark denim jeans are slung low on his hips and lead to a pair of red supras that are in pristine condition.
I pull my eyes away from him just long enough to see that every other girl in the room is also fixing him with lust filled gazes.
“Justin…” Ryan wraps an arm around Justin’s shoulders and pulls him in closer. “This is Kaydene…I practically lived at her house when we were young. Of course, back then she was just my friend’s little sister who was kind of in the way. But now…” He trails off and gives her a little smile that tells me exactly where this is going.
I look away from Ryan to find that Justin’s eyes are on me.
“And this is Shannon.” Ryan continues on. “Kaydene’s equally beautiful friend.”
I smile and run my fingers through my hair like a nervous idiot. But when Justin smiles back I feel at ease right away. I’ve heard the term ‘a smile that can light up a room’ a thousand times but always thought it was bullshit…I was wrong.
“Shannon, look at this beautiful hair.” He reaches out and loops strand around his finger, twirling it lightly before allowing it to drop back down to my shoulder.
I am stunned by his forwardness… and yet at the same time, I yearn for him to touch me again.
Ryan and Kaydene have returned to the task of ignoring everyone else besides each other, Justin sees this too and points to my half empty cup. “Need a refill?” He holds up his own cup, “Because I do.”
“No…I think I’m good.” What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I say that?
“Come with me anyway.” He takes my hand and leads me away.
There is a crowd around the table full of liquor, but they all shift to make room for him without even being asked to.
“What are you drinking?” He gestures to the scatter of bottle with a sweep of his hand.
“Smirnoff.” I tell him as I take a sip from what I already have.
“Good choice…I think that’s what I’ll have too.
He tops my cup off before pouring his, then nods his head over to an uninhabited corner of the room. I instinctively know he wants me to follow, and I do.
He leans against the wall and adjusts his jacket. He moves in the most mesmerizingly sensual way. He looks me over in silence as I anxiously sip my drink much too fast.
He suddenly shakes his head, “Ryan always gets it wrong.” He sounds irritated.
“What do you mean?”
“He said you were her equally beautiful friend. He got it wrong…she is nowhere near your equal.”
I cast my eyes down with self consciousness.
“No…don’t do that.” He rests his pointer finger below my chin and lifts my face upwards gently.
I am expecting him to kiss me but we are interrupted by a blonde in a dress that looks like it would fit my niece’s Barbie doll.
“Justin…I’m mad at you!” She pouts obnoxiously.
“No you’re not.” He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her into a brief hug.
“That’s not going to work…I haven’t seen you all night and now I feel ignored.” Oh, for god’s sake, who is this bitch?
“Oh come on Erin, you know I can’t stand for you to be mad at me.” He flirts masterfully before hugging her again.
She giggles like a fucking school girl and then leans close to whisper in his ear. He listens and a little smile curls his lips, but then he shakes his head, “Maybe later?”
“Anytime Justin…you know that.” She walks away, shaking her hips for him like a hooker. He watches her for a moment and then turns his attention back to me. “Sorry.” He gives me an apologetic shrug of his shoulders.
“No, it’s fine!” I say with an overly breezy tone.
An hour later I have lost sight of Kaydene completely, downed four cups of vodka, and am dancing with Justin. It’s been one girl after another since Erin…they swarm him like flies and judging by the way he flirts his ass off, the attention is welcomed.
I writhe against him like he’s the pole in a strip club, grinding into his cock and dipping down his body and running my hands against him along the way. His hands rest on my hips and he turns me around to face him, pulling me into his body tightly. He is hard as glass beneath his jeans, and I moan with pleasure as he presses it to my still hidden clit.
He slips his tongue into my mouth and licks the tip of my own as if it were a lollipop. “Come on.” He whispers into my ear before leading me away.
“Where are we going?” I am breathless with need and frustration. He doesn’t answer, but as the stair case comes into view, he doesn’t have to.
He waits and allows me to go ahead of him, and when we reach the top he points, “Guest rooms on the left.”
I turn in that direction and he guides me to the second door in the hallway. He closes the door, turning the music from the party to muffled thumps of bass and pulls me in once again, gliding his hands under my shirt to tease my nipples. He ignores my mouth, covering my neck with slow flicks of his tongue instead.
He brings his hand to me and works against my clit with his palm. The heat from his hand seeps past my jeans...warming me.
His hand leaves me and I whine for more as he raises my arms to remove my sweater and the cami underneath. Once they lay forgotten at our feet, he moves his kiss to my chest, dragging his tongue and teeth along the rounded tops of my breasts which still lay nestled inside lace the color of wine.
I hold on to him possessively, as though I am afraid he will disappear, but he pulls away and drops to his knees.
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness of the room and I see him watching me as closes the space between us with his mouth. His hand rises to stroke me lightly, the seam of me jeans presses against my clit with even the smallest of movement from him.
I moan with gratefulness as he increases the pressure. “You like that?” His voice has taken on a quiet teasing tone.
I reach down to unbutton my jeans and then I watch with anticipation as he slides them down my legs. Pushes my panties aside and then gingerly sucks my swollen clit…barely even taking it into his mouth. My hands rush through his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue begins to explore my sensitive bundle of nerves with slow circles.
“Oh fuck Justin…” I gasp, amazed by his talent.
“Want some more?” His breath falls upon me as he speaks.
“Yes…Don’t stop.” I plead.
“Spread that pussy for me Shannon.” He orders.
I can feel the desire that has been flowing from me increase with a rush as his words play through my head.
My right hand falls and I place my first two fingers on either side of my clit, doing just as he has asked, exposing myself to him completely.
His tongue begins to ride along me softly with such perfection that my legs have weakened and I fear I may fall to the floor.
When I become more frantic, he spoils my shivering clit faster before coming to a jolting stop.
“Do you like to be fucked Shannon.” He whispers, darting his tongue out to tease me.
I manage a moan of confirmation and attempt to force his mouth closer.
“Answer me.” He snaps.
“Yes…” I tell him with another desperate moan.
“Yes what?” His tongue sweeps against me a little harder and I cry out with frustrated bliss.
He wants to hear me say the words. “Yes Justin…I love to be fucked. Now do it.”
He bites down on my clit and drags his teeth as he pulls away, inflicting pain and pleasure upon me and then rises to his feet.
When we are once again face to face he pushes me to my knees forcefully. “Lets get something straight here Shannon.” He tugs at his belt and then unfastens his jeans. “You don’t tell me what to do. In fact, it’s the other way around.”
I nod up at him from my place at his feet, showing him that I understand.
“Behave yourself.”
I nod again.
His hands go to my hair, “Now suck my cock like a good girl.”
This total domination has me out of my mind with sexual euphoria and at this point (or maybe from the very start) I will do anything to please him…anything.
I reach up and pull his cock from his jeans, but I don’t bother to remove his pants…his thickened, pulsing dick lays heavy in my hand and that’s all that matters.
I admire its size and beautiful shape, stroking my fist up and down the impressive length of him until he has had enough of waiting and demands “In your mouth Shannon” firmly.
I slide it into my mouth and sink down as far as I can, but he isn’t satisfied and pushes into my mouth to the base. I fight against the reflex to gag, and when he praises me with merely, “That’s my girl.” my discomfort is a small price to pay for those three words.
He moves in and out of my mouth as if he is fucking me…soft sounds of pleasure escaping him rapidly until he pushes me away and pulls me to my feet.
“Go get on the bed.” His instructions are harsh, but I can’t get enough of it.
I do as I’m told and stretch out on the bed, ready for whatever he has in store.
“Huh-uh…” He reprimands, “On your knees.”
I immediately roll over and rise to my knees to that he can fuck me from behind. His warm fingers search out my clit as he leans over me.
I call his name, relieved by the return of his touch.
He sweeps my hair away and lowers his mouth to gently bite the back of my neck. “Do you want to be my dirty girl tonight?”
I moan again, louder this time…but not from his fingers which continued to spoil my clit, but from the question.
“I’m going to fuck you as hard as I want…and when you cum, I expect you to scream my name. Do you understand?”
I sigh in agreement, the knot of anticipation tightening in my stomach.
His palm lands hard on my ass once, and then he inches into me slowly, bit by bit, inch by inch until I beg for him to fuck me harder.
His hand doles out another stinging slap to my ass, “What the fuck did I tell you Shannon…” he is displeased that once again I have tried to control the situation. “Apologize.” He whispers.
“I’m sorry…” I breathe, but I’m not, I have become addicted to his aggression already.
The moment I express my remorse, he slams into me. Burying his cock deep inside my cunt.
I nearly scream with the delicious sensation of finally being full of him.
“You’re a bad girl Shannon…you know that?” He slows and leans forward to pull my breasts free from my bra to pinch and pull at my nipples.
“No I’m not.” I argue, just to hear what he’ll say next.
“Yes you are…good girls don’t like to be fucked like this…that’s why I hate them.” He straightens and resumes fucking me powerfully.
I feel the walls of my cunt coiling tighter around him as I grow closer to cumming. My cries of pleasure have grown to a shamelessly loud decibel, but don’t give a damn who hears me now.
Justin knows what is coming and reminds me with another hard slap, “Remember what I told you Shannon or you won’t like what happens next.”
His rough treatment and threats cause the orgasm that has been slowly creeping up inside of me to speed its course and explode through me sooner than I had expected. I am taken by surprise by its sheer force.
“Oh god Justin…” I howl…”Oh fuck! I’m cumming!”
“I want to hear it Shannon!” He warns.
His name rides out on a long scream of wildly intense erotic bliss.
“Louder.” He roars through gritted teeth as he fights to hold off a little longer.
I scream out again and again, until he is satisfied with my performance.
A final growl erupts from him as he jerks his cock out. Leaving me suddenly empty as his hot cum pours over my ass where the skin is still warm from the punishing smacks he inflicted upon it.