Her skirt shifted higher, black fabric brushing against her thighs. She reached for my belt, eyes never leaving mine.
She undid the buckle. Button. Zipper. Each one slower than it needed to be. She was savoring it. Like she had waited all night to unwrap this. Her fingers brushed against my skin as she pulled my pants down just far enough. Then boxers.
My cock sprang free, already hard and growing fast.
Zoey's mouth parted slightly. Her hand wrapped around it like it belonged there.
"Holy shit," she muttered, not even bothering to be poetic. She stroked once, then again, her thumb dragging along the underside like she was checking for details.
I just stood there, staring down, watching her eyes dilate as my cock twitched in her hand.
She leaned forward. Kissed the tip. Then licked a slow circle around it, tongue hot and wet. She glanced up, still licking.
"You want worship?" she asked. "Or a throat massage?"
"Both."
She smirked. "Greedy."
Then she took me in.
First inch disappeared between her lips. Then two. She sucked slow, using her hand to match the rhythm, pumping what she could not fit. Her lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowing with effort. She didn't break eye contact. Not once.
She pulled back, drool connecting her lip to the tip of my cock. Then down again. This time deeper. I groaned, one hand resting on the top of her head. Zoey bobbed her head faster now. Sloppy and loud. Her throat worked hard, swallowing around the shaft.
Spit dripped down her chin. Her hand pumped the base while her mouth worked the top like she was trying to make the entire room jealous.
[System]: Mmm~ Look at her go. That is full-throttle adoration, sugar. She is giving confession and worship at the same time.
I leaned back slightly, bracing against the crate, hips rolling forward on instinct. She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. I felt my balls tighten, pressure building.
"Fuck, Zoey... slow down or I am gonna cum."
She popped off me with a grin, lips red, chin wet.
"Good," she said. "I want to taste it."
She went back down, this time without a warning. No build-up. Just her throat taking me deep like she was starving for it. I grunted, jaw clenching. Her tongue flattened against the underside as she swallowed, and I lost it.
My hand gripped her hair tight. I held her there as I came. Deep. Long. She groaned as she swallowed everything, her throat moving with each pulse. She pulled back slow, let me slide out, her lips closing around the tip like she was sealing the experience with a kiss. A string of spit and cum clung between her mouth and my cock for a second before it snapped.
"Damn," I said, breath heavy. "You are dangerous."
Zoey wiped her chin with the back of her hand, eyes sparkling. "Told you I bite."
I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the crate behind us. Her skirt bunched up immediately. She leaned back on her elbows, chest rising with each breath, lips parted.
"You deserve a reward then," I said, stepping between her thighs.
She moaned before I could even touch her. Her pussy glistened in the low light, spread just enough to show she had been ready for minutes. I rubbed the head of my cock against her, teasing, letting it drag along her lips.
She squirmed, muttered something close to a whimper. "Don't tease."
"You invited me to an art show," I said. "You knew what kind of exhibit this would be."
I pushed in, slowly. She gripped the edge of the crate, fingers whitening. Her mouth dropped open, "Fuck," she breathed, finally. "That is..."
She clenched around me. Wet. Tight. Perfect.
I started movin, her hips rolling, to make those chains around her waist jingle every time her body rocked with mine.
She grunted, eyes fluttering. "Harder."
I grabbed her hips and slammed in deeper. Her head fell back, her legs wrapped around me again, squeezing tighter like she was daring me to keep going.
"Is that it?" she panted.
I yanked her forward, my hand locking around her throat just enough to tilt her face up. Her eyes blew wide, not from fear, but because she fucking loved it.
"You think I am done?" I said. "You think this is the peak?"
She nodded once, breath catching.
"No," I said. "This is just the part where I stop pretending to be nice."
She moaned. Loud. Desperate. Her fingers dug into my biceps. I shifted, lifting one of her legs over my shoulder. The angle made her cry out again, the sound bouncing off the storage walls.
[System]: Mmm~ deep penetration detected. Her voice cracked, sugar. You are rearranging furniture and ovaries in the same motion.
She thrashed under me, the crate thudding slightly with every stroke. Her hands grabbed the edge behind her, trying to ground herself. Her pussy kept pulling me in, so wet I could hear it over the creaks of wood and soft chain noises.
I leaned down, letting her feel the weight of my body on hers as I bit her collarbone. Enough to leave a reminder.
"Say it," I growled into her ear. "Tell me who is fucking you this good."
She shuddered. "You."
"Say my name."
"Peter. Fuck. Peter, yes."
[System]: Mmm~ name recognition unlocked. Her voice hit decibel levels only dogs and jealous exes can hear.
I grabbed both wrists and pinned them above her head, my hips still slamming forward without mercy. Her back arched, her whole body tensing under me. I felt her start to pulse around me.
"Close?" I asked.
She nodded, biting her lip, eyes rolling.
"Then cum."
One more thrust. She convulsed. Her legs shook, her moans turned into gasps, every muscle in her body tensed like she had just seen god in the shape of a hoodie-wearing deviant. I rode her through it, refusing to slow down. Her eyes crossed for a second. Her thighs clamped tight. She kept spasming under me, like her orgasm was trying to download a second one right after.
[System]: Multiple orgasm protocol triggered. She is gone, sugar. Mind blank. Pussy tight. You could rob a bank and she would thank you for it.
She whispered something that might have been a prayer. Or my name again. Or both.
I flipped her over. Her arms braced on the crate, ass high, dripping and perfect.
I grabbed her hips and shoved in again. No pause.
She screamed.
"Still think this is just it?" I asked.
She shook her head. Useless answer. I slapped her ass. She yelped.
"Words."
"No," she gasped. "I was wrong. You are fucking evil."
I grinned. "Correct."
My hand found her throat again, the other gripping her ass as I drove into her harder, faster. Every time I hit her spot, she jolted forward. Her breath hitched. She looked back once, hair stuck to her face, eyes wild.
"Look at you," I muttered. "Goth slut with an art show. Now you are just a mess on a box."
She moaned louder, her arms wobbling under her own weight. Her hips jerked, trying to push back into me even harder.
I leaned forward again, biting her shoulder. She came again. No warning. Her whole body locked up. I felt her drip, warm and endless.
"Good girl," I said, fucking her through it. "You cum when I tell you."
She gasped again. "Peter... oh my god."
"No gods here," I said. "Just dick and decisions."
She slumped. Her body gave out. I held her up and kept going.
[System]: Sugar, she is finished. You are pounding melted brains now. But you still have not come. What kind of stamina cheat code did I give you?
I lay on the ground and pulled her onto me. She climbed up without hesitation, straddled me like she had clocked out of sanity and into instinct. Her hips started moving fast, no rhythm, no thought, just full-body reaction. Automatic. That kind of ride you only see in porn or on mechanical bulls during frat dares. Except she was the one in control now. Or pretending to be.
Zoey's hair was half undone, mouth open, chains swinging with every bounce. Her hands pressed into my chest, using me as leverage while she fucked herself into oblivion.
"Fuck," she muttered, head tilted back.
Her thighs slapped down against mine, slick and loud. Wet sounds echoed in the cramped storage room like applause for bad decisions. Her pace was frantic now, like she was racing something.
"You gonna cum again already?" I asked, hands gripping her waist.
She nodded fast, biting her lip like she was afraid to admit it.
"Good," I said. "Because I am not stopping."
She whimpered, hands shaking as she tried to keep balance. Every thrust down hit different. She was starting to lose form. Hips jerking out of sync. Eyes unfocused.
I sat up fast, caught her waist mid-bounce, and flipped her over without warning. I pulled out as I rolled her, pinning her to the floor. Her back hit the cold concrete with a thump. Legs spread, already shaking. I slid back in and started fucking her with everything I had left.
She screamed. Full-throated, desperate. The kind of scream that ignored location, consequences, and volume control.
[System]: Mmm~ yes, sugar. That scream just got flagged by three security cams and my core processor. Do it again.
My hands slid under her knees, pushing her legs up until they pressed against her chest. New angle. Tighter. Deeper. Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth opened again but nothing came out.
I grunted, teeth clenched. The pressure had been building since she dropped to her knees earlier. Now it was at the edge. My balls were tight, and her pussy gripped me like it wanted to keep the cum for later. I held back, savoring the edge, refusing to give in yet.
I leaned down, lips at her ear. "Cum again."
She barely gasped before it hit her. Her whole body jolted. Her thighs trembled so hard they slapped against my arms. She cried out again, her voice cracking like her brain just blue-screened. I shoved in harder. Short thrusts now. Brutal. Fast. Barely pulling out.
I came with a snarl, deep inside her. Hot pulses, each one dragging a grunt from my throat. Her walls clamped down like they were milking every drop. She moaned through it, twitching under me.
[System]: Release confirmed. Full load. Cream-pie art installation achieved. Congratulations, you just fertilized the avant-garde.
I pulled out slow, watched as her pussy leaked. Her legs dropped, limp. She was done. Body slack. Hair stuck to her face. Chains tangled around her stomach like trophies.
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