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I pry her legs apart, unwilling to wait any longer. I try to control myself from being too loud, but a groanslips out of me. I see her breathing pick up, but her eyes are still completely shut. I probably should’ve asked Doc what the dosage she’s on will do to her.Or what can I get away with while she’s out.
I lean down so I’m finally face-level with her pretty little pussy, running my nose up and down her slit. A deep inhale of her musky scent, and I’m biting my lip, trying not to tell her exactly how she makes me feel… feral.
I never know when it will be my last time to do this. I’ve seen this pretty cunt one too many times without tasting her.That ends tonight.
Both of my hands are pushing on her inner thighs, spreading her wide for me. I sit there for a few seconds, admiring my exquisite pussy. I run my hands up her thighs and use one hand to separate her lips from above, being sure to pull up on her clitoral hood as well. I need the best access to the little bundle of nerves, and I know she needs to get off for this to be fine with her.
I take my flat tongue from her back entrance right up to her clit. Sucking the tight nub into my mouth, causing her breath to hitch. I pause, just letting my breath pass over her now wet pussy.
I look up, making sure I’m still in the clear—I am. No time is wasted; I dive back in, devouring her alive. I’m rutting into the bed, reaching down, unbuttoning my pants, and pulling my leaking cock out to run two fingers over the tip, collecting my pre-cum. I slide them intoher warm, soaking hole. I will fuck her, but I really want her to look me in the eyes when she takes me and my piercings for the first time. That thought has me sucking her clit into my mouth and curling my fingers to rub against her G-spot. Her chest is heaving, but she’s still sleeping. I whisper to her, “Have the best wet dream,Ragazza Dolce.”
Before I know it, she’s shattering beautifully for me—mouth open, panting, limbs convulsing, rubbing her swollen cunt all over my face. Even while knocked the fuck out, she can’t resist me.
Withdrawing my fingers from her and sucking them into my mouth, I hum my approval, which makes her lips twitch into the faintest smile. I won’t miss a drop of her release.
All my self-control leaves my body; I kneel above her limp body, pump my cock up and down a few times, and blow my load all over her stomach. Some of me even makes it up to cover her perfect tits. I leave it right where it belongs and cover her back up. I lean down to kiss her on the forehead and walk out, completely sated.
I whisper, more so to myself, “Until next time, Elle.”
I stroll out her apartment door with one thought bouncing around in this deranged head.
Mine.
1. Take Me First - Bad Omens
Chapter 25
Zamir
Since the fun we had with Ellie a couple of weeks ago, I’ve had to physically stop myself multiple times from going over to Nash’s door. I don’t want to scare him off, but I also don’t want him to be in his head after what we did. I know the implications with it being the first time he had fooled around with a guy.
I didn’t think I had a “this is my first time doing this” kink, but I might after seeing Nash learn how to suck cock from the master herself.
Ellie.
Shpirt Im.
I knew she didn’t want anything serious, but did I see us doing what we did? Not in my wildest dreams.And fuck, are those dreams wild sometimes.
Today is the season opener against the Devils. We’ve really come together the past two weeks as a team withall the practices. Coach has been running our asses ragged. I’m getting ready to head to a run-through practice we usually have before our home games. They’re really just to keep us loose and walk through the plays we’ve been struggling with. Nash has seemed all business, which I can appreciate, but I also don’t want him to feel like I used him.Or is it you that’s feeling used, bastard?
I stopped by Barone’s last week to drop off the tickets to Bill for him and Ellie to come to the game tonight. I’m really hoping she shows up. I’ve also been forcing myself to not take my happy ass over to Shenanigans to make sure she’s okay. I feel like if I do, she’ll continue to think I’m her goddamn stalker.
I have reached out to our hacker back home, Arben, to look into Ellie and her family to try to figure out who it could be. He came up with nothing. They’re just your normal suburban family. Well, as suburban you can be growing up right outside the Vegas Strip with a father who works for the most unhinged mafia boss known to man.
This research brought up the old memories that I try so hard to keep buried. It’s been scratching that itch I’ve been so desperate to reach. The research I used to conduct when I had a target that needed to be taken care of was all too familiar when looking into Ellie’s basic info. I try to be careful not to get too close to that cliff because one step up, I’ll jump head first willingly. Theclosest thing I get to that old life of mine is riding my bikes or driving my cars reckless as fuck… but I know deep down that even that won’t keep me sated too much longer.
1I head out my door in full gear—riding gear, that is. Thankfully, everything I need for the game can fit in my backpack. I turn to lock up, ensuring I hear the lock side into place. I replaced my unit’s lock with a finger biometric to make it a lot safer. I’m sure it goes against the rental policy, but I’ll just throw some money at whoever needs it when I move out.Money fixes most things.
Walking into the underground garage, I sling my leg over my Yamaha R1. I keep this one for when I might have an extra rider. I try to look as normal as possible when riding so people don’t recognize me, which is easy hiding under a full-face helmet. My spare helmet is already strapped onto the back seat. I like to keep it just in case someone wants to hop on; hopefully that someone tonight is Ellie.
I look around the garage for Nash’s truck but don’t see it. Little shit is probably already at the stadium. With that, I put my music on through my helmets Bluetooth and mindlessly drift through the city, letting my mind go numb with the thoughts of everything that’s been going on. I should be focused on the game I’m aboutto play on national TV and in front of over sixty-thousand people in person… but the only eyes I want on me are Ellie’s. I’ll already have Nash’s on me, but not in the way I want.
Before I know it I’m walking into the arena, keeping my gear and helmet on. I step into the hallway to get to the locker rooms. I don’t even get weird looks anymore; everyone is so used to me riding by now. Except one person… Nash is staring daggers at me. Fuck, I forgot he hasn’t seen me on my bike yet.
“Why the fuck do you have a bike helmet on?” he spits out.
Oh, I’ve found a new nerve to dance on. “So my brain matter doesn’t end up on the road, rookie; why else would I have one on?”
