By the time we stumble back over to the party with fresh drinks in our hands it has quieted down. As I start to dance with Paige again, I look around for my friends. I don’t see Jax or Megan anywhere, but I do find Levi hanging out with Parker and some burner girls.

You know the girls who stay at the party completely shitfaced until the very last minute in hopes someone will take her home?

They look rough.

And scary.

Slamming back drink after drink, I lose track of how many Paige has supplied me with. My internal clock is as fucked up as I am. I’m pissed and loving every moment of it as this temptress rubs against me.

“Let’s get out of here.” The slur in her voice clues me in to how pissed she is as well. My foggy brain tries to tell me neither of us should drive—I don’t want to blow in the bag—but I can’t seem to get the words out.

Nodding like a dill, I let her take my hand and guide me over to the makeshift car park. I fumble behind her, trying to keep up with her steady pace.

I’m starting to think she hasn’t drunk as much as me. She always had a glass with her—

“About fucking time.”

Whoa! The pixie appears. Len jumps off the hood of a pink Cuda. Even with my muddled mind, I can tell the make and year of the car.

It’s a gift.

The car is just like Paige’s, just no open hood and is pink.

Who the hell drives a pink car?

My eyes squint, and I sway on my feet as I wait to be guided into the car.

“He isn’t going to hurl, is he?” Len points up at me while glaring at her friend. “If he does, I’m making you drive this until it is detailed.”

A pat on my stomach causes a bubble of gas to move its way up and out of my mouth in a foul belch.

“Excuse me.” I grin sheepishly.

“He’s fine.” I can hear the eye roll in Paige’s voice, making parts of me happy. Her attitude is hot and confusing. A heavy hand snakes away from my body and firmly grasps Paige’s arse. Her back arches, pushing more of her into my presence.

“Can we go now?”

Len inhales slowly while narrowing her eyes at me. “Fine.” Turning, she gets into the driver’s seat of the pink car. I’m not completely sure how we manage it, but we fit my massive frame into the back seat with Paige nestled on my lap. My legs are too long to put the passenger seat back up.

Paige’s hands are everywhere; up my shirt, down my shorts, grabbing, pinching, and pumping me as Len takes us to our destination. I’m assuming Paige’s house, so let’s hope for once my assumption is a good one.

Her faded red lips skirt across my jawline, over my stubble, and down my corded throat as her pink tongue licks a line from my clavicle under my chin and settles on my lips. I’m completely unaware we are moving in a vehicle with someone else driving us as I take the chance to further explore Paige’s contours and find all the spots that make her wet.

Time does not matter until eventually we are pulling up in front of a fairly big house. Paige only slightly moves off my lap as Len shuts the car off and slams her way out and up to the house.

“Come.” Paige turns and crawls down my lap, her arse in my face as she opens the door and gets out, quickly helping me do the same. By the time we make our way up the stairs of the front porch and into the house, the lights are on in one of the rooms, revealing a well fucked Paige who continues to hold a hungered look in her eyes.

I don’t even get in the door when Paige attacks. She slams me against the door, closing it tightly as she climbs my body; the action rubbing against my dick is almost to the point of pain. Our teeth clash against one another; we bite at our lips as we consume one another. My hands knead her flesh, slamming her pussy hard against my dick, and I wish nothing was between us so I could fuck her.

Kicking off the door, I try to turn her and press her back against the same spot I just occupied so I can remove her shorts and mine, but she has other plans. Slowly sliding down my body, Paige pushes my chest with two fingers, causing me to stumble backward into the room. When I’ve given her enough space, she throws her top over her head and her bra falls to the floor.

Every inch of her is tanned. Her nipples are the tastiest I have ever consumed, matching skull and crossbones piercings. They wave good-bye as she turns, the heels of her boots lifting as she performs a dance move. Turning on the balls of her feet, she bends over as she lowers her shorts.

They make a soft thud on the floor, and in a body roll, also like a dancer, Paige’s arse bends to me and she stands back up, revealing a massive black and red phoenix stretched from her left shoulder to her right hip with two angels on each side; one dark, one light, and steps out of her boots and shorts.

Hell, she even has her toe nails painted blood red. I take a moment to absorb every fabulous inch of her perfection. Her legs are long, toned, and fucking amazing.

A tattoo covers her right leg just like her left arm. Coiled around her calf is a massive black snake biting into the top of her foot drawing red blood. Her hip is cocked and leg turned out to give me the pleasure of viewing more of her and her ink. A decaying red heart on her outer thigh has MOM scrolled inside. Stars, seven of them, wrap around her hipbone. On her inner thigh, I have to move to see a large scroll like the one on her arm with words written in it.

Be Strong;

when you are weak.

Be Brave;

when you are scared.

Be Humble;

when you are victorious.

Be Badass

Everyday.

Ivy vines and withered or thriving leaves fill every spare part of her otherwise bare flesh.

“Come on.” There is a subtle bounce in her tits as she comes to me, taking my hand, and leads me up to a dark corner of the house. She doesn’t bother with light as she shuts the door and shoves me down onto a surprisingly soft bed.

Her knee harshly spreads my legs, making room for her to step to me. She doesn’t just remove my tank; she shreds the annoying fucker and then drags her nails down my pecs and over the ripples of my abs.

It feels amazing.

“Ready for me?” Paige purrs, fucking purrs into my ear, biting the lobe and pulling down. Her pierced tits rub against my chest in a way that sends electrical currents pulsating down to my straining erection. I want to be buried in her. I want her pussy to come all over my dick until it pours out of her, drenching my balls and the bedding.

“Fuck, yes.” My hands grab, fondle, and play with her tits until I’m shoved backward onto the bed. My dick stands at the center of attention, tenting my shorts as she crawls onto my lap, licking her lips. Hovering over my knees, just one step from straddling me, she pulls my shorts down, popping my prideful dick out of its hiding place.

“I like this.” She croons, rubbing the tip of one of her nails along my Jacob’s ladder while the other wraps around my base and pumps. “It feels fucking amazing.” I shudder as her icy hot breath hits my tip, a drop of pre-cum flowing out.

Just as I’ve fantasized in the shower on numerous occasions, I watch her lips envelop my head and take me into her mouth. As I hit the back of her throat, she swallows and pulses her tongue against the underside of my shaft.

“Jesus, fuck!” My head drops back, hitting the blankets and sending a wave of her scent into my system. My mind is wiped, and I’m completely at the mercy of her maneuvers as she continues to work me with her mouth. Her tongue ring clicks against my own piercings, zapping me with a pleasure I haven’t found in a long time.

I want to sit her on my face, to fuck her with my tongue while I slam into her sexy mouth, shooting my cum down her throat as she swallows every last drop. Or better yet, pull out and shoot my load on her throat, letting it drip over her tits, stomach, and down between her legs.

“Fuck!” I bark. The image in my head nearly makes me come with a mixture of her talented mouth. “Paige.” My voice is a broken pant as I try to stop her. “Don’t … want … to … yet …” I groan, trying to think of something nasty to keep my load in my dick.

Before I can lose it, Paige pops me out of her mouth, and she leaves a wet spot on my thigh from her desire.

I’ve been marked.

Fuck. Yes.

The distinct sound of a condom wrapper causes my head to turn. I look up over to the side of the bed. Paige’s body moves in a fluid, natural way back to me. It does something funny to my heart. A prideful joy floods my racing heart just as much as the blood that pumps through it.

“I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping much,” she taunts, sliding the condom down my erection and then crudely grabbing my base. “I’m not into the soft shit you are used to.” She guides me to her pussy, brusquely sitting firmly on my lap. “Bite me.” She rotates her hips. “Slap me.” She rolls them in the opposite direction, and I hit her every solid wall. Looping a hand around my neck, she lifts me so we are face to face. “Just fuck me hard.” She rises and slams back down on me, causing both of us to groan. “But know …” Her fingers draw lines on my lips. “This is my show.”

“Fuckin’ aye.” I agree, grabbing her waist and slamming her down harder than before. Her breath hitches, and I continue at a pace I don’t think she knew I was capable of. Sweat beads my brow and runs down my face as my speed and pressure mount. I fuck her hard, glad she doesn’t mind, and wants, no, craves it as I do. Her pussy is so tight. Every time I pull out, it is a struggle. The hold she has on my dick is so tight I almost want to wince.

Almost.

But I’m not because this is by far the best sex I’ve ever experienced. Her moans and screams beat against the walls of her room and more than likely carry through part of the house. My grunts and own cries of pleasurable pain carry after hers.

Wave after wave.

Thrust after thrust.

I bite, I pinch, and I leave bruising fingerprints on her as I fuck her and she rides me hard. She grows unrealistically tight, her head slamming onto my shoulder allowing her teeth to graze and sink into the juncture of my shoulder and neck as she screams with her release. Her juices pump out of her pussy, down to my balls, and onto her bedding, leaving a mark of our pleasure.

But I’m not done.

Not in the least.

She continues to bite me as I slam into her; harder, rougher, and more unpredictable than before. She feels too fucking good. My hand will never compete with her again.

No one will.

I’m lost to this beautiful siren, this dark goddess.

Unlocking one of my hands, I move it between us and find her clit. I play with it, pinch it, and rub it vigorously.

“Come one more time, Paige.” I want her to release one more time on my dick before I lose mine. She pulls away from my shoulder, her hands kneading my biceps as they tense, and the moonlight giving enough light to see the glow of desire in her sea green eyes. Her mouth parts into an O I’m beginning to love. Her staggered breath is what I need to fall.

Her pussy contracts, squeezing me as another orgasm rips through her, and my own heaves out of me as I slam one last powerful time into her, releasing my fire-hot stream of cum into the condom.

We stay connected in that subspace zone after our powerful orgasms. I hold her to my chest, feeling her heartbeat create a current from her to me. I don’t want to pull out; I don’t want to leave this.

But Paige does. And as she stated, this is her show. I reluctantly release her from my embrace and watch her take off my condom, tie it, and disappear into the darkness. I want her to come back. I want my dick to recover quickly so I can fuck her again.

A light flickers on, illuminating the dark room. The bedroom is dark purples and blacks. I turn my head and find her leaning against the door to a bathroom.

“Are you coming?”

I stand because I want to come as many times as I physically can tonight.

“Because I’m not done with you yet.” She turns, leading me farther into the lair, and starts the shower behind the dark-tinted glass. “Don’t forget to grab a condom.”

“Fuckin’ aye.”