Nyla K

“You look delicious in these, baby. Just like I knew you would.”

My brain urges me to protest. To keep fighting despite how badly my body wants one of those killer orgasms he drags out of me right about now.

“I-I’m not your baby,”

Don’t cuff me. Please. I’ll be good.”

He lets out a ragged breath, blinking slowly. “God… if you want to make me come in my pants, by all means keep saying things like that.”

Kemper huffs a quiet laugh and my eyes bounce up to his face. “What?”

“You look like a kid right now,” he mumbles, those mysterious eyes glinting at me. “Just… blissfully innocent. It’s pretty adorable.”

You wanna get fucked, Dascha?”

A small moan resonates in the back of my throat. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Put some clothes on, baby, before we end up camped out in that bed for even more hours.”

“Oh, you mean I can’t go outside like this?” He smirks, leaning against the wall I’ve had him pressed up on this entire time.

“Not unless you want to see me go on a killing spree,” I growl, and he licks his lip.

Baby baby.” My hands roam up his back.

“I wanna marry you

mumble to my furry friend while Seinfeld plays on Netflix in the background.

Avi has his fingers around my nuts, massaging and squeezing them while he rides me at both ends, fucking me with his mouth and fucking my mouth with his cock. I barely even notice that I’m gripping his ass for dear life, clutching him while our bodies grind together, muscles tensed in anticipation of a sweet fucking release.

He smashes his hips against my face, feeding his big cock into my throat while I struggle to breathe.

Then he releases my dick, all wet and swollen as he whimpers, “Kyran… I’m gonna come. Fuck yess, I’m gonna… come.”

Even if I wanted to, there’s no moving away. I’m trapped beneath him. But the sickest part is that as soon as the words leave his lips, I’m waiting for it. Like it’s my reward for doing well… I want it.

And I get it, in hot, thick spurts shooting all over my tongue.

The taste sets me off. I don’t know why… How this is even possible, but the salty slick fluid being pumped into my throat launches me into immediate orgasm.

With Avi’s mouth back on my cock, sucking me through sensual hums, I burst, feeding him heavy, aching pulses. Groaning and digging my fingers into his flesh, my world topples off its axis and goes spiraling out into the blackness of the universe.

You can’t avoid him forever, Avi,” Frankie’s voice chimes into my obsessing. “You go to the same school. If you guys are going to keep up this clandestine side-hustle, you’ll need to learn how to coexist without it being awkward.

It’s not loud knocking, but it’s definitely incessant.