u/AmaraWren

I wasn’t planning on spending all day and night with her. Bailey is just so easy to talk to and so difficult to leave. I was still left craving her company after sharing a breakfast with her.

My chocolate ice cream melts on my tongue. I can’t remember the last time I had enjoyed ice cream. Eating it with Bailey felt like a whole new experience. Like the magic I believed in as a kid was always real, it just stayed safe with her. Seeing her beam with sugar on her tongue and blush on her face made the rest of the world melt away. The taste of her body and sight of her climax set my world on fire. Just the sheer memory of her contracting around me last night put goosebumps on my skin and made my pants tight at the waist.

“Gah!” A sharp spike of ice spears my head and infects my brain. I rest an open palm against my forehead, trying to get my body heat to melt the brain freeze.

Bailey’s warm hands soothe my shoulders. “Press your tongue to the roof of your mouth.”

Staring into her bright, blue eyes, I follow her instructions. Gradually, the sudden chilly blast subsided. Though I don’t know if it was the technique or her warm gaze.

Bailey’s head turns from me, her focus somewhere between the grass and sidewalk. As her face scrunched up with a poorly hidden yawn, it was my cue to end the night here.

“Hey.” I stroke her face to guide her attention back to me. Her eyes were tired, as if she were fighting to keep them open. “I think it's about time to get you home.”

She smiled, holding a slight whine in her tone. “But that means we have to walk all the way back.”

Despite all the fun we had, she’s right. We’ve basically been on our feet all day long. The arcade, shopping, food, and now a walk in the park. I’ve worked this girl to the bone without even trying to.

I take hold of her hand and nudge her to a park bench bathed in the artificial light of a nearby street lamp. She sits, stretching her body every which way. The pull of her limbs made her top tight against her. Every curve of her torso was defined. The hem at the bottom rose to show off just a tease of that unforgettable waist.

Her grunts and moans replaced the silence as I threw the last of my ice cream away. I didn’t realize how achy my own feet have been until I took the spot next to her. The muscles in my legs instantly started getting a weird mix of numb and sore. I pulled Bailey’s legs onto the bench, resting her calves on my thighs.

She arched her back like a well-rested cat. Stretching and teasing the curves of her body. The army-green yoga pants she had on were a straight leg all the way down, hiding her shape past the knee. They hugged her waist nicely, though. I walked behind her as often as I could just to watch her round ass sway as she walked. Her sneakers were nearly pure white, save for the brown accents. Taking them off showed hot pink socks over her feet. I dug my thumbs into the cloth and worked in slow circles to massage her feet. She instantly melted in my hands, the sight of it pulling a force in my chest towards her.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m able to take a break without being pampered.” Her grateful expression didn’t match her protesting words.

“I want to. I enjoyed touching you last night. Having you in my arms felt– right.” She watches me talk with attentive eyes. “I don’t know what the right words are. But, you just fit so perfectly with me. Like– you knew me without ever seeing me. I’ve never had such a strong connection with someone like that, Bailey.”

She smirked, a sense of pity in her eyes. “You know. I only know so much about you because I stalk you on, like, all of your socials. Right?”

I shake my head at her with a grin on my face. “No. I’m not talking about my favorite donuts or the names of my cats.” She stared at me, with a look in her eyes determined to understand what I was trying to say. “Talking and hanging out with you, makes me feel like myself. It’s like, I don’t need to worry about saying the wrong thing or showing you a part of myself that has been rejected by everyone else. You’re special, Bailey, and I want you to see that as much as I do.”

Her gaze shies away as she forces herself to look at the ground, a glaring blush flooding her face. I glide towards her for a better view of her expression, hoping to catch just a glimpse of what she could possibly be thinking. My kneading hands follow the shift in my movement. Her leggings were buttery smooth on her calf. The distance between us shrank, and the air grew increasingly warmer. I brush a hand against her cheek, encouraging her to look at me. The fabric of her pants suddenly felt so coarse in comparison to her supple skin.

“Bailey. May I kiss you again?”

She giggled, face getting redder. “I thought you already knew what I taste like.”

“This is– a different kind of hunger.”

Her eyes grow wide and innocent, almost like she’s nervous. She took a deep breath that I could practically taste from our proximity. The scent of her vanilla ice cream was faint on her breath, mixed with her floral perfume. Then, she kissed me. So sweet and pretty. Like she was asking me if it was okay for her to kiss me, like she had an apology ready for offending me.

I moved my lips with hers, sinking my fingertips into her hair. I didn’t push her further, no matter how badly I needed it. Our lips danced together like flower petals on a pond’s surface. So close to sinking with just the faintest amount of pressure.

I felt her freshly manicured nails drag up my torso. My stomach caved in at the ticklish sensation. Goosebumps flared under my polo shirt. My breath hitched when she scritched over my nipple. I hoped she didn’t notice my body’s response to it. Her palm rested on my shoulder. Her thumb stroked along the nape of my neck, caressing my pulse line, and I just melted.

I held her by her waist as I let her back dip closer to the bench. She giggled as her other hand wrapped around my arm as if she’d fall. Her violet-scented perfume wrapped around me like a live wire. She abandoned my lips to travel along my jaw. Then my neck, right into the hollow of my collarbone. I hadn’t even noticed how hard I’d been. Not until Bailey’s legs sank against my groin.

She was so close to me, yet so far.

Such a tease, shifting over my erection like it was her own toy. The warmth of her hand left my neck. Her lips left me dizzy as she lapped at my clavicle. She tickled me with her fingertips. Down. Down. And down she goes. Until her hand rested on my pec. Her thumb twirled around my nipple. The pressure ebbing between just right and not enough. Every pinching sensation had my twitching cock at full attention. A sharp dig into my neck and my head was brought back to earth.

“Gah–ha, Bailey.”

I heard her giggles in my ear while her teeth remained in the column of my neck. She pinches my nipple between her fingers, slowly twisting the bud until I lose the strength to hold her up. She fell fully onto the bench. I hovered above her with her knees pressed against my hips. I’ve never thought a single woman could have such an effect on me.

The sharp pinch of her bite is lavished by the flat of her tongue. I lose more of my comprehension as she continues to toy with me. My rigid cock lands between her thighs, and I can’t control my urge to grind into her, desperate to gain the satisfaction of release. She lets go of my neck to look at me, as I hold my lower lip between my teeth to stop the whine in my throat at the newfound distance between us. Her arms wrap around my neck as she looks at my face twisted in agitation.

She wore a satisfied smile as my jeans dragged over her clothed center. “Gavin. You look so gorgeous like this. I love having you quake and flustered above me. It makes me hungry for more.” Her fingers sink into my hair, and with a strong hand, she guides me closer to her face. “Gavin. When are you going to stop fooling around and take your pants off?” Her soft voice grazed my ear and put me in a chokehold.

“Bailey– W-w-we’re in public.”

Her knuckles drag down the side of my face, the scabs scratching against my cheek. “There’s nobody here. We’ll be so fast.”

I fell for her convincing tone. My belt felt like the most complicated contraption in the world, but finally came off. Bailey rustled beneath me as she took off her leggings. I couldn’t wait long enough to take off my pants, so I just let my length drop over the hem.

A cool night breeze ran over my body, carrying the scent of the salted copper of Bailey’s pussy. I rubbed myself between her lips. Her slickness had covered me from tip to balls. The hard bud of her clit grinding against the rim of my head.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Do you have a condom?”

“You don’t?”

“I wasn’t, hah–” The pressure of her clit sent an electric shock up my spine, a dab of precum forming at the tip. “I wasn’t planning on doing this again, or wanting to spend the entire day with you.”

“Well.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her as she moves her hips faster, harder. “I guess you’ll just have to pull out before you cum.” If she said that any other way, I wouldn’t have been able to understand her.

“I can do that.” I pull in a deep breath. “I can pull out. I’ve done it before.”

I take my cock in hand and line up with her properly. I pressed the tip in slowly, and despite her thick arousal everywhere, it was like she didn’t want me inside. Her walls were basically sealed shut, forcing me to push harder into her. Inch by excruciating inch, she was suffocating me. I was drowning in her slick flesh as she gripped me like a venus flytrap swallowing its prey. I was only halfway inside her, and it felt like if I gave her anymore I’d turn into a one-pump-chump. I rocked against her. Her greedy whines hissing through clenched teeth. The muscle inside her was alive, moving with me in tandem and pulling me further inside her. Fuck she felt amazing last night with a condom, but raw, she’s completely irresistible.

Dammit! I’m already close, and I haven’t even put it all in. Gotta think of something else, gotta think of something else. Fuck what do guys normally think about in this situation!? Baseball? Math? Uh… twenty-two times four. Four and two make six. No, eight. Then eight again. Add a zero below– Fuck! She just got tighter.

“Gavin.” Bailey’s pleading voice reaches for me like a dream. “Gavin, stop teasing me. I need more.”

I could see her in the streetlamp’s light. Her face was flushed red, her eyes were laid in a teary glow, and her mouth was agasp with torment. Oh fuck me. I couldn’t fight the power she had over me and sank all the way to the hilt. My thrusting became more sporadic and shallow. I was being swallowed over and over again by her. My cock started to tingle from base to tip. Nothing else mattered. Nothing was on my mind. Nothing was slowing down my hips.

Bailey’s voice cracked into a shriek as she came. Her pussy shuddered over me like a vibrator. Nails sank into my back through my shirt, and I could no longer hear her breathing. I moved faster as her walls twisted and turned around me.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Not inside!” She yelled, but it was the most difficult thing I’ve had to do.

I pull out, as quick as I can. The cool night air hit my hot cock hard as I came. The semen dripped down my dick, covering me in a warm blanket against the breeze as it fell onto Bailey’s thigh. I was still wanting more, and I felt the jerk of my cock bounce at the thought of Bailey’s raw pussy. The sight of my seed on her skin was somehow both erotic yet guilt-ridden. It wasn’t my intention to get her messy. I suppose I should be thankful I didn’t cum on her clothes.

I sink down to her legs and lap up my cum. Bailey’s hand grips my hair and keeps me a safe distance from her sensitive sex. I’ve never tasted my own semen before. It tastes salty with a bit of a bitter after-flavor. Even after I licked her clean, I nipped at Bailey’s inner thigh. The scent of her arousal is clouded down here. I could nearly taste it on my tongue as I sucked on her. She isn’t letting me near her pussy, so I’m just going to bite and pull at her flesh here till I’ve left my mark. The soft flesh sinks into my brain like a treasured memory. Like I’ve had this meal before, and I will have it again.

All feedback is appreciated 😊

Part 1 & 2 here

I wasn’t planning on spending all day and night with her. Bailey is just so easy to talk to and so difficult to leave. I was still left craving her company after sharing a breakfast with her.

My chocolate ice cream melts on my tongue. I can’t remember the last time I had enjoyed ice cream. Eating it with Bailey felt like a whole new experience. Like the magic I believed in as a kid was always real, it just stayed safe with her. Seeing her beam with sugar on her tongue and blush on her face made the rest of the world melt away. The taste of her body and sight of her climax set my world on fire. Just the sheer memory of her contracting around me last night put goosebumps on my skin and made my pants tight at the waist.

“Gah!” A sharp spike of ice spears my head and infects my brain. I rest an open palm against my forehead, trying to get my body heat to melt the brain freeze.

Bailey’s warm hands soothe my shoulders. “Press your tongue to the roof of your mouth.”

Staring into her bright, blue eyes, I follow her instructions. Gradually, the sudden chilly blast subsided. Though I don’t know if it was the technique or her warm gaze.

Bailey’s head turns from me, her focus somewhere between the grass and sidewalk. As her face scrunched up with a poorly hidden yawn, it was my cue to end the night here.

“Hey.” I stroke her face to guide her attention back to me. Her eyes were tired, as if she were fighting to keep them open. “I think it's about time to get you home.”

She smiled, holding a slight whine in her tone. “But that means we have to walk all the way back.”

Despite all the fun we had, she’s right. We’ve basically been on our feet all day long. The arcade, shopping, food, and now a walk in the park. I’ve worked this girl to the bone without even trying to.

I take hold of her hand and nudge her to a park bench bathed in the artificial light of a nearby street lamp. She sits, stretching her body every which way. The pull of her limbs made her top tight against her. Every curve of her torso was defined. The hem at the bottom rose to show off just a tease of that unforgettable waist.

Her grunts and moans replaced the silence as I threw the last of my ice cream away. I didn’t realize how achy my own feet have been until I took the spot next to her. The muscles in my legs instantly started getting a weird mix of numb and sore. I pulled Bailey’s legs onto the bench, resting her calves on my thighs.

She arched her back like a well-rested cat. Stretching and teasing the curves of her body. The army-green yoga pants she had on were a straight leg all the way down, hiding her shape past the knee. They hugged her waist nicely, though. I walked behind her as often as I could just to watch her round ass sway as she walked. Her sneakers were nearly pure white, save for the brown accents. Taking them off showed hot pink socks over her feet. I dug my thumbs into the cloth and worked in slow circles to massage her feet. She instantly melted in my hands, the sight of it pulling a force in my chest towards her.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m able to take a break without being pampered.” Her grateful expression didn’t match her protesting words.

“I want to. I enjoyed touching you last night. Having you in my arms felt– right.” She watches me talk with attentive eyes. “I don’t know what the right words are. But, you just fit so perfectly with me. Like– you knew me without ever seeing me. I’ve never had such a strong connection with someone like that, Bailey.”

She smirked, a sense of pity in her eyes. “You know. I only know so much about you because I stalk you on, like, all of your socials. Right?”

I shake my head at her with a grin on my face. “No. I’m not talking about my favorite donuts or the names of my cats.” She stared at me, with a look in her eyes determined to understand what I was trying to say. “Talking and hanging out with you, makes me feel like myself. It’s like, I don’t need to worry about saying the wrong thing or showing you a part of myself that has been rejected by everyone else. You’re special, Bailey, and I want you to see that as much as I do.”

Her gaze shies away as she forces herself to look at the ground, a glaring blush flooding her face. I glide towards her for a better view of her expression, hoping to catch just a glimpse of what she could possibly be thinking. My kneading hands follow the shift in my movement. Her leggings were buttery smooth on her calf. The distance between us shrank, and the air grew increasingly warmer. I brush a hand against her cheek, encouraging her to look at me. The fabric of her pants suddenly felt so coarse in comparison to her supple skin.

“Bailey. May I kiss you again?”

She giggled, face getting redder. “I thought you already knew what I taste like.”

“This is– a different kind of hunger.”

Her eyes grow wide and innocent, almost like she’s nervous. She took a deep breath that I could practically taste from our proximity. The scent of her vanilla ice cream was faint on her breath, mixed with her floral perfume. Then, she kissed me. So sweet and pretty. Like she was asking me if it was okay for her to kiss me, like she had an apology ready for offending me.

I moved my lips with hers, sinking my fingertips into her hair. I didn’t push her further, no matter how badly I needed it. Our lips danced together like flower petals on a pond’s surface. So close to sinking with just the faintest amount of pressure.

I felt her freshly manicured nails drag up my torso. My stomach caved in at the ticklish sensation. Goosebumps flared under my polo shirt. My breath hitched when she scritched over my nipple. I hoped she didn’t notice my body’s response to it. Her palm rested on my shoulder. Her thumb stroked along the nape of my neck, caressing my pulse line, and I just melted.

I held her by her waist as I let her back dip closer to the bench. She giggled as her other hand wrapped around my arm as if she’d fall. Her violet-scented perfume wrapped around me like a live wire. She abandoned my lips to travel along my jaw. Then my neck, right into the hollow of my collarbone. I hadn’t even noticed how hard I’d been. Not until Bailey’s legs sank against my groin.

She was so close to me, yet so far.

Such a tease, shifting over my erection like it was her own toy. The warmth of her hand left my neck. Her lips left me dizzy as she lapped at my clavicle. She tickled me with her fingertips. Down. Down. And down she goes. Until her hand rested on my pec. Her thumb twirled around my nipple. The pressure ebbing between just right and not enough. Every pinching sensation had my twitching cock at full attention. A sharp dig into my neck and my head was brought back to earth.

“Gah–ha, Bailey.”

I heard her giggles in my ear while her teeth remained in the column of my neck. She pinches my nipple between her fingers, slowly twisting the bud until I lose the strength to hold her up. She fell fully onto the bench. I hovered above her with her knees pressed against my hips. I’ve never thought a single woman could have such an effect on me.

The sharp pinch of her bite is lavished by the flat of her tongue. I lose more of my comprehension as she continues to toy with me. My rigid cock lands between her thighs, and I can’t control my urge to grind into her, desperate to gain the satisfaction of release. She lets go of my neck to look at me, as I hold my lower lip between my teeth to stop the whine in my throat at the newfound distance between us. Her arms wrap around my neck as she looks at my face twisted in agitation.

She wore a satisfied smile as my jeans dragged over her clothed center. “Gavin. You look so gorgeous like this. I love having you quake and flustered above me. It makes me hungry for more.” Her fingers sink into my hair, and with a strong hand, she guides me closer to her face. “Gavin. When are you going to stop fooling around and take your pants off?” Her soft voice grazed my ear and put me in a chokehold.

“Bailey– W-w-we’re in public.”

Her knuckles drag down the side of my face, the scabs scratching against my cheek. “There’s nobody here. We’ll be so fast.”

I fell for her convincing tone. My belt felt like the most complicated contraption in the world, but finally came off. Bailey rustled beneath me as she took off her leggings. I couldn’t wait long enough to take off my pants, so I just let my length drop over the hem.

A cool night breeze ran over my body, carrying the scent of the salted copper of Bailey’s pussy. I rubbed myself between her lips. Her slickness had covered me from tip to balls. The hard bud of her clit grinding against the rim of my head.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Do you have a condom?”

“You don’t?”

“I wasn’t, hah–” The pressure of her clit sent an electric shock up my spine, a dab of precum forming at the tip. “I wasn’t planning on doing this again, or wanting to spend the entire day with you.”

“Well.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her as she moves her hips faster, harder. “I guess you’ll just have to pull out before you cum.” If she said that any other way, I wouldn’t have been able to understand her.

“I can do that.” I pull in a deep breath. “I can pull out. I’ve done it before.”

I take my cock in hand and line up with her properly. I pressed the tip in slowly, and despite her thick arousal everywhere, it was like she didn’t want me inside. Her walls were basically sealed shut, forcing me to push harder into her. Inch by excruciating inch, she was suffocating me. I was drowning in her slick flesh as she gripped me like a venus flytrap swallowing its prey. I was only halfway inside her, and it felt like if I gave her anymore I’d turn into a one-pump-chump. I rocked against her. Her greedy whines hissing through clenched teeth. The muscle inside her was alive, moving with me in tandem and pulling me further inside her. Fuck she felt amazing last night with a condom, but raw, she’s completely irresistible.

Dammit! I’m already close, and I haven’t even put it all in. Gotta think of something else, gotta think of something else. Fuck what do guys normally think about in this situation!? Baseball? Math? Uh… twenty-two times four. Four and two make six. No, eight. Then eight again. Add a zero below– Fuck! She just got tighter.

“Gavin.” Bailey’s pleading voice reaches for me like a dream. “Gavin, stop teasing me. I need more.”

I could see her in the streetlamp’s light. Her face was flushed red, her eyes were laid in a teary glow, and her mouth was agasp with torment. Oh fuck me. I couldn’t fight the power she had over me and sank all the way to the hilt. My thrusting became more sporadic and shallow. I was being swallowed over and over again by her. My cock started to tingle from base to tip. Nothing else mattered. Nothing was on my mind. Nothing was slowing down my hips.

Bailey’s voice cracked into a shriek as she came. Her pussy shuddered over me like a vibrator. Nails sank into my back through my shirt, and I could no longer hear her breathing. I moved faster as her walls twisted and turned around me.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Not inside!” She yelled, but it was the most difficult thing I’ve had to do.

I pull out, as quick as I can. The cool night air hit my hot cock hard as I came. The semen dripped down my dick, covering me in a warm blanket against the breeze as it fell onto Bailey’s thigh. I was still wanting more, and I felt the jerk of my cock bounce at the thought of Bailey’s raw pussy. The sight of my seed on her skin was somehow both erotic yet guilt-ridden. It wasn’t my intention to get her messy. I suppose I should be thankful I didn’t cum on her clothes.

I sink down to her legs and lap up my cum. Bailey’s hand grips my hair and keeps me a safe distance from her sensitive sex. I’ve never tasted my own semen before. It tastes salty with a bit of a bitter after-flavor. Even after I licked her clean, I nipped at Bailey’s inner thigh. The scent of her arousal is clouded down here. I could nearly taste it on my tongue as I sucked on her. She isn’t letting me near her pussy, so I’m just going to bite and pull at her flesh here till I’ve left my mark. The soft flesh sinks into my brain like a treasured memory. Like I’ve had this meal before, and I will have it again.

All feedback is appreciated 😊

Part 1 & 2 here

I wasn’t planning on spending all day and night with her. Bailey is just so easy to talk to and so difficult to leave. I was still left craving her company after sharing a breakfast with her.

My chocolate ice cream melts on my tongue. I can’t remember the last time I had enjoyed ice cream. Eating it with Bailey felt like a whole new experience. Like the magic I believed in as a kid was always real, it just stayed safe with her. Seeing her beam with sugar on her tongue and blush on her face made the rest of the world melt away. The taste of her body and sight of her climax set my world on fire. Just the sheer memory of her contracting around me last night put goosebumps on my skin and made my pants tight at the waist.

“Gah!” A sharp spike of ice spears my head and infects my brain. I rest an open palm against my forehead, trying to get my body heat to melt the brain freeze.

Bailey’s warm hands soothe my shoulders. “Press your tongue to the roof of your mouth.”

Staring into her bright, blue eyes, I follow her instructions. Gradually, the sudden chilly blast subsided. Though I don’t know if it was the technique or her warm gaze.

Bailey’s head turns from me, her focus somewhere between the grass and sidewalk. As her face scrunched up with a poorly hidden yawn, it was my cue to end the night here.

“Hey.” I stroke her face to guide her attention back to me. Her eyes were tired, as if she were fighting to keep them open. “I think it's about time to get you home.”

She smiled, holding a slight whine in her tone. “But that means we have to walk all the way back.”

Despite all the fun we had, she’s right. We’ve basically been on our feet all day long. The arcade, shopping, food, and now a walk in the park. I’ve worked this girl to the bone without even trying to.

I take hold of her hand and nudge her to a park bench bathed in the artificial light of a nearby street lamp. She sits, stretching her body every which way. The pull of her limbs made her top tight against her. Every curve of her torso was defined. The hem at the bottom rose to show off just a tease of that unforgettable waist.

Her grunts and moans replaced the silence as I threw the last of my ice cream away. I didn’t realize how achy my own feet have been until I took the spot next to her. The muscles in my legs instantly started getting a weird mix of numb and sore. I pulled Bailey’s legs onto the bench, resting her calves on my thighs.

She arched her back like a well-rested cat. Stretching and teasing the curves of her body. The army-green yoga pants she had on were a straight leg all the way down, hiding her shape past the knee. They hugged her waist nicely, though. I walked behind her as often as I could just to watch her round ass sway as she walked. Her sneakers were nearly pure white, save for the brown accents. Taking them off showed hot pink socks over her feet. I dug my thumbs into the cloth and worked in slow circles to massage her feet. She instantly melted in my hands, the sight of it pulling a force in my chest towards her.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m able to take a break without being pampered.” Her grateful expression didn’t match her protesting words.

“I want to. I enjoyed touching you last night. Having you in my arms felt– right.” She watches me talk with attentive eyes. “I don’t know what the right words are. But, you just fit so perfectly with me. Like– you knew me without ever seeing me. I’ve never had such a strong connection with someone like that, Bailey.”

She smirked, a sense of pity in her eyes. “You know. I only know so much about you because I stalk you on, like, all of your socials. Right?”

I shake my head at her with a grin on my face. “No. I’m not talking about my favorite donuts or the names of my cats.” She stared at me, with a look in her eyes determined to understand what I was trying to say. “Talking and hanging out with you, makes me feel like myself. It’s like, I don’t need to worry about saying the wrong thing or showing you a part of myself that has been rejected by everyone else. You’re special, Bailey, and I want you to see that as much as I do.”

Her gaze shies away as she forces herself to look at the ground, a glaring blush flooding her face. I glide towards her for a better view of her expression, hoping to catch just a glimpse of what she could possibly be thinking. My kneading hands follow the shift in my movement. Her leggings were buttery smooth on her calf. The distance between us shrank, and the air grew increasingly warmer. I brush a hand against her cheek, encouraging her to look at me. The fabric of her pants suddenly felt so coarse in comparison to her supple skin.

“Bailey. May I kiss you again?”

She giggled, face getting redder. “I thought you already knew what I taste like.”

“This is– a different kind of hunger.”

Her eyes grow wide and innocent, almost like she’s nervous. She took a deep breath that I could practically taste from our proximity. The scent of her vanilla ice cream was faint on her breath, mixed with her floral perfume. Then, she kissed me. So sweet and pretty. Like she was asking me if it was okay for her to kiss me, like she had an apology ready for offending me.

I moved my lips with hers, sinking my fingertips into her hair. I didn’t push her further, no matter how badly I needed it. Our lips danced together like flower petals on a pond’s surface. So close to sinking with just the faintest amount of pressure.

I felt her freshly manicured nails drag up my torso. My stomach caved in at the ticklish sensation. Goosebumps flared under my polo shirt. My breath hitched when she scritched over my nipple. I hoped she didn’t notice my body’s response to it. Her palm rested on my shoulder. Her thumb stroked along the nape of my neck, caressing my pulse line, and I just melted.

I held her by her waist as I let her back dip closer to the bench. She giggled as her other hand wrapped around my arm as if she’d fall. Her violet-scented perfume wrapped around me like a live wire. She abandoned my lips to travel along my jaw. Then my neck, right into the hollow of my collarbone. I hadn’t even noticed how hard I’d been. Not until Bailey’s legs sank against my groin.

She was so close to me, yet so far.

Such a tease, shifting over my erection like it was her own toy. The warmth of her hand left my neck. Her lips left me dizzy as she lapped at my clavicle. She tickled me with her fingertips. Down. Down. And down she goes. Until her hand rested on my pec. Her thumb twirled around my nipple. The pressure ebbing between just right and not enough. Every pinching sensation had my twitching cock at full attention. A sharp dig into my neck and my head was brought back to earth.

“Gah–ha, Bailey.”

I heard her giggles in my ear while her teeth remained in the column of my neck. She pinches my nipple between her fingers, slowly twisting the bud until I lose the strength to hold her up. She fell fully onto the bench. I hovered above her with her knees pressed against my hips. I’ve never thought a single woman could have such an effect on me.

The sharp pinch of her bite is lavished by the flat of her tongue. I lose more of my comprehension as she continues to toy with me. My rigid cock lands between her thighs, and I can’t control my urge to grind into her, desperate to gain the satisfaction of release. She lets go of my neck to look at me, as I hold my lower lip between my teeth to stop the whine in my throat at the newfound distance between us. Her arms wrap around my neck as she looks at my face twisted in agitation.

She wore a satisfied smile as my jeans dragged over her clothed center. “Gavin. You look so gorgeous like this. I love having you quake and flustered above me. It makes me hungry for more.” Her fingers sink into my hair, and with a strong hand, she guides me closer to her face. “Gavin. When are you going to stop fooling around and take your pants off?” Her soft voice grazed my ear and put me in a chokehold.

“Bailey– W-w-we’re in public.”

Her knuckles drag down the side of my face, the scabs scratching against my cheek. “There’s nobody here. We’ll be so fast.”

I fell for her convincing tone. My belt felt like the most complicated contraption in the world, but finally came off. Bailey rustled beneath me as she took off her leggings. I couldn’t wait long enough to take off my pants, so I just let my length drop over the hem.

A cool night breeze ran over my body, carrying the scent of the salted copper of Bailey’s pussy. I rubbed myself between her lips. Her slickness had covered me from tip to balls. The hard bud of her clit grinding against the rim of my head.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Do you have a condom?”

“You don’t?”

“I wasn’t, hah–” The pressure of her clit sent an electric shock up my spine, a dab of precum forming at the tip. “I wasn’t planning on doing this again, or wanting to spend the entire day with you.”

“Well.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her as she moves her hips faster, harder. “I guess you’ll just have to pull out before you cum.” If she said that any other way, I wouldn’t have been able to understand her.

“I can do that.” I pull in a deep breath. “I can pull out. I’ve done it before.”

I take my cock in hand and line up with her properly. I pressed the tip in slowly, and despite her thick arousal everywhere, it was like she didn’t want me inside. Her walls were basically sealed shut, forcing me to push harder into her. Inch by excruciating inch, she was suffocating me. I was drowning in her slick flesh as she gripped me like a venus flytrap swallowing its prey. I was only halfway inside her, and it felt like if I gave her anymore I’d turn into a one-pump-chump. I rocked against her. Her greedy whines hissing through clenched teeth. The muscle inside her was alive, moving with me in tandem and pulling me further inside her. Fuck she felt amazing last night with a condom, but raw, she’s completely irresistible.

Dammit! I’m already close, and I haven’t even put it all in. Gotta think of something else, gotta think of something else. Fuck what do guys normally think about in this situation!? Baseball? Math? Uh… twenty-two times four. Four and two make six. No, eight. Then eight again. Add a zero below– Fuck! She just got tighter.

“Gavin.” Bailey’s pleading voice reaches for me like a dream. “Gavin, stop teasing me. I need more.”

I could see her in the streetlamp’s light. Her face was flushed red, her eyes were laid in a teary glow, and her mouth was agasp with torment. Oh fuck me. I couldn’t fight the power she had over me and sank all the way to the hilt. My thrusting became more sporadic and shallow. I was being swallowed over and over again by her. My cock started to tingle from base to tip. Nothing else mattered. Nothing was on my mind. Nothing was slowing down my hips.

Bailey’s voice cracked into a shriek as she came. Her pussy shuddered over me like a vibrator. Nails sank into my back through my shirt, and I could no longer hear her breathing. I moved faster as her walls twisted and turned around me.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Not inside!” She yelled, but it was the most difficult thing I’ve had to do.

I pull out, as quick as I can. The cool night air hit my hot cock hard as I came. The semen dripped down my dick, covering me in a warm blanket against the breeze as it fell onto Bailey’s thigh. I was still wanting more, and I felt the jerk of my cock bounce at the thought of Bailey’s raw pussy. The sight of my seed on her skin was somehow both erotic yet guilt-ridden. It wasn’t my intention to get her messy. I suppose I should be thankful I didn’t cum on her clothes.

I sink down to her legs and lap up my cum. Bailey’s hand grips my hair and keeps me a safe distance from her sensitive sex. I’ve never tasted my own semen before. It tastes salty with a bit of a bitter after-flavor. Even after I licked her clean, I nipped at Bailey’s inner thigh. The scent of her arousal is clouded down here. I could nearly taste it on my tongue as I sucked on her. She isn’t letting me near her pussy, so I’m just going to bite and pull at her flesh here till I’ve left my mark. The soft flesh sinks into my brain like a treasured memory. Like I’ve had this meal before, and I will have it again.

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Part 1 & 2 here

I wasn’t planning on spending all day and night with her. Bailey is just so easy to talk to and so difficult to leave. I was still left craving her company after sharing a breakfast with her.

My chocolate ice cream melts on my tongue. I can’t remember the last time I had enjoyed ice cream. Eating it with Bailey felt like a whole new experience. Like the magic I believed in as a kid was always real, it just stayed safe with her. Seeing her beam with sugar on her tongue and blush on her face made the rest of the world melt away. The taste of her body and sight of her climax set my world on fire. Just the sheer memory of her contracting around me last night put goosebumps on my skin and made my pants tight at the waist.

“Gah!” A sharp spike of ice spears my head and infects my brain. I rest an open palm against my forehead, trying to get my body heat to melt the brain freeze.

Bailey’s warm hands soothe my shoulders. “Press your tongue to the roof of your mouth.”

Staring into her bright, blue eyes, I follow her instructions. Gradually, the sudden chilly blast subsided. Though I don’t know if it was the technique or her warm gaze.

Bailey’s head turns from me, her focus somewhere between the grass and sidewalk. As her face scrunched up with a poorly hidden yawn, it was my cue to end the night here.

“Hey.” I stroke her face to guide her attention back to me. Her eyes were tired, as if she were fighting to keep them open. “I think it's about time to get you home.”

She smiled, holding a slight whine in her tone. “But that means we have to walk all the way back.”

Despite all the fun we had, she’s right. We’ve basically been on our feet all day long. The arcade, shopping, food, and now a walk in the park. I’ve worked this girl to the bone without even trying to.

I take hold of her hand and nudge her to a park bench bathed in the artificial light of a nearby street lamp. She sits, stretching her body every which way. The pull of her limbs made her top tight against her. Every curve of her torso was defined. The hem at the bottom rose to show off just a tease of that unforgettable waist.

Her grunts and moans replaced the silence as I threw the last of my ice cream away. I didn’t realize how achy my own feet have been until I took the spot next to her. The muscles in my legs instantly started getting a weird mix of numb and sore. I pulled Bailey’s legs onto the bench, resting her calves on my thighs.

She arched her back like a well-rested cat. Stretching and teasing the curves of her body. The army-green yoga pants she had on were a straight leg all the way down, hiding her shape past the knee. They hugged her waist nicely, though. I walked behind her as often as I could just to watch her round ass sway as she walked. Her sneakers were nearly pure white, save for the brown accents. Taking them off showed hot pink socks over her feet. I dug my thumbs into the cloth and worked in slow circles to massage her feet. She instantly melted in my hands, the sight of it pulling a force in my chest towards her.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m able to take a break without being pampered.” Her grateful expression didn’t match her protesting words.

“I want to. I enjoyed touching you last night. Having you in my arms felt– right.” She watches me talk with attentive eyes. “I don’t know what the right words are. But, you just fit so perfectly with me. Like– you knew me without ever seeing me. I’ve never had such a strong connection with someone like that, Bailey.”

She smirked, a sense of pity in her eyes. “You know. I only know so much about you because I stalk you on, like, all of your socials. Right?”

I shake my head at her with a grin on my face. “No. I’m not talking about my favorite donuts or the names of my cats.” She stared at me, with a look in her eyes determined to understand what I was trying to say. “Talking and hanging out with you, makes me feel like myself. It’s like, I don’t need to worry about saying the wrong thing or showing you a part of myself that has been rejected by everyone else. You’re special, Bailey, and I want you to see that as much as I do.”

Her gaze shies away as she forces herself to look at the ground, a glaring blush flooding her face. I glide towards her for a better view of her expression, hoping to catch just a glimpse of what she could possibly be thinking. My kneading hands follow the shift in my movement. Her leggings were buttery smooth on her calf. The distance between us shrank, and the air grew increasingly warmer. I brush a hand against her cheek, encouraging her to look at me. The fabric of her pants suddenly felt so coarse in comparison to her supple skin.

“Bailey. May I kiss you again?”

She giggled, face getting redder. “I thought you already knew what I taste like.”

“This is– a different kind of hunger.”

Her eyes grow wide and innocent, almost like she’s nervous. She took a deep breath that I could practically taste from our proximity. The scent of her vanilla ice cream was faint on her breath, mixed with her floral perfume. Then, she kissed me. So sweet and pretty. Like she was asking me if it was okay for her to kiss me, like she had an apology ready for offending me.

I moved my lips with hers, sinking my fingertips into her hair. I didn’t push her further, no matter how badly I needed it. Our lips danced together like flower petals on a pond’s surface. So close to sinking with just the faintest amount of pressure.

I felt her freshly manicured nails drag up my torso. My stomach caved in at the ticklish sensation. Goosebumps flared under my polo shirt. My breath hitched when she scritched over my nipple. I hoped she didn’t notice my body’s response to it. Her palm rested on my shoulder. Her thumb stroked along the nape of my neck, caressing my pulse line, and I just melted.

I held her by her waist as I let her back dip closer to the bench. She giggled as her other hand wrapped around my arm as if she’d fall. Her violet-scented perfume wrapped around me like a live wire. She abandoned my lips to travel along my jaw. Then my neck, right into the hollow of my collarbone. I hadn’t even noticed how hard I’d been. Not until Bailey’s legs sank against my groin.

She was so close to me, yet so far.

Such a tease, shifting over my erection like it was her own toy. The warmth of her hand left my neck. Her lips left me dizzy as she lapped at my clavicle. She tickled me with her fingertips. Down. Down. And down she goes. Until her hand rested on my pec. Her thumb twirled around my nipple. The pressure ebbing between just right and not enough. Every pinching sensation had my twitching cock at full attention. A sharp dig into my neck and my head was brought back to earth.

“Gah–ha, Bailey.”

I heard her giggles in my ear while her teeth remained in the column of my neck. She pinches my nipple between her fingers, slowly twisting the bud until I lose the strength to hold her up. She fell fully onto the bench. I hovered above her with her knees pressed against my hips. I’ve never thought a single woman could have such an effect on me.

The sharp pinch of her bite is lavished by the flat of her tongue. I lose more of my comprehension as she continues to toy with me. My rigid cock lands between her thighs, and I can’t control my urge to grind into her, desperate to gain the satisfaction of release. She lets go of my neck to look at me, as I hold my lower lip between my teeth to stop the whine in my throat at the newfound distance between us. Her arms wrap around my neck as she looks at my face twisted in agitation.

She wore a satisfied smile as my jeans dragged over her clothed center. “Gavin. You look so gorgeous like this. I love having you quake and flustered above me. It makes me hungry for more.” Her fingers sink into my hair, and with a strong hand, she guides me closer to her face. “Gavin. When are you going to stop fooling around and take your pants off?” Her soft voice grazed my ear and put me in a chokehold.

“Bailey– W-w-we’re in public.”

Her knuckles drag down the side of my face, the scabs scratching against my cheek. “There’s nobody here. We’ll be so fast.”

I fell for her convincing tone. My belt felt like the most complicated contraption in the world, but finally came off. Bailey rustled beneath me as she took off her leggings. I couldn’t wait long enough to take off my pants, so I just let my length drop over the hem.

A cool night breeze ran over my body, carrying the scent of the salted copper of Bailey’s pussy. I rubbed myself between her lips. Her slickness had covered me from tip to balls. The hard bud of her clit grinding against the rim of my head.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Do you have a condom?”

“You don’t?”

“I wasn’t, hah–” The pressure of her clit sent an electric shock up my spine, a dab of precum forming at the tip. “I wasn’t planning on doing this again, or wanting to spend the entire day with you.”

“Well.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her as she moves her hips faster, harder. “I guess you’ll just have to pull out before you cum.” If she said that any other way, I wouldn’t have been able to understand her.

“I can do that.” I pull in a deep breath. “I can pull out. I’ve done it before.”

I take my cock in hand and line up with her properly. I pressed the tip in slowly, and despite her thick arousal everywhere, it was like she didn’t want me inside. Her walls were basically sealed shut, forcing me to push harder into her. Inch by excruciating inch, she was suffocating me. I was drowning in her slick flesh as she gripped me like a venus flytrap swallowing its prey. I was only halfway inside her, and it felt like if I gave her anymore I’d turn into a one-pump-chump. I rocked against her. Her greedy whines hissing through clenched teeth. The muscle inside her was alive, moving with me in tandem and pulling me further inside her. Fuck she felt amazing last night with a condom, but raw, she’s completely irresistible.

Dammit! I’m already close, and I haven’t even put it all in. Gotta think of something else, gotta think of something else. Fuck what do guys normally think about in this situation!? Baseball? Math? Uh… twenty-two times four. Four and two make six. No, eight. Then eight again. Add a zero below– Fuck! She just got tighter.

“Gavin.” Bailey’s pleading voice reaches for me like a dream. “Gavin, stop teasing me. I need more.”

I could see her in the streetlamp’s light. Her face was flushed red, her eyes were laid in a teary glow, and her mouth was agasp with torment. Oh fuck me. I couldn’t fight the power she had over me and sank all the way to the hilt. My thrusting became more sporadic and shallow. I was being swallowed over and over again by her. My cock started to tingle from base to tip. Nothing else mattered. Nothing was on my mind. Nothing was slowing down my hips.

Bailey’s voice cracked into a shriek as she came. Her pussy shuddered over me like a vibrator. Nails sank into my back through my shirt, and I could no longer hear her breathing. I moved faster as her walls twisted and turned around me.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Not inside!” She yelled, but it was the most difficult thing I’ve had to do.

I pull out, as quick as I can. The cool night air hit my hot cock hard as I came. The semen dripped down my dick, covering me in a warm blanket against the breeze as it fell onto Bailey’s thigh. I was still wanting more, and I felt the jerk of my cock bounce at the thought of Bailey’s raw pussy. The sight of my seed on her skin was somehow both erotic yet guilt-ridden. It wasn’t my intention to get her messy. I suppose I should be thankful I didn’t cum on her clothes.

I sink down to her legs and lap up my cum. Bailey’s hand grips my hair and keeps me a safe distance from her sensitive sex. I’ve never tasted my own semen before. It tastes salty with a bit of a bitter after-flavor. Even after I licked her clean, I nipped at Bailey’s inner thigh. The scent of her arousal is clouded down here. I could nearly taste it on my tongue as I sucked on her. She isn’t letting me near her pussy, so I’m just going to bite and pull at her flesh here till I’ve left my mark. The soft flesh sinks into my brain like a treasured memory. Like I’ve had this meal before, and I will have it again.

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Parts 1 & 2 in the comments

I wasn’t planning on spending all day and night with her. Bailey is just so easy to talk to and so difficult to leave. I was still left craving her company after sharing a breakfast with her.

My chocolate ice cream melts on my tongue. I can’t remember the last time I had enjoyed ice cream. Eating it with Bailey felt like a whole new experience. Like the magic I believed in as a kid was always real, it just stayed safe with her. Seeing her beam with sugar on her tongue and blush on her face made the rest of the world melt away. The taste of her body and sight of her climax set my world on fire. Just the sheer memory of her contracting around me last night put goosebumps on my skin and made my pants tight at the waist.

“Gah!” A sharp spike of ice spears my head and infects my brain. I rest an open palm against my forehead, trying to get my body heat to melt the brain freeze.

Bailey’s warm hands soothe my shoulders. “Press your tongue to the roof of your mouth.”

Staring into her bright, blue eyes, I follow her instructions. Gradually, the sudden chilly blast subsided. Though I don’t know if it was the technique or her warm gaze.

Bailey’s head turns from me, her focus somewhere between the grass and sidewalk. As her face scrunched up with a poorly hidden yawn, it was my cue to end the night here.

“Hey.” I stroke her face to guide her attention back to me. Her eyes were tired, as if she were fighting to keep them open. “I think it's about time to get you home.”

She smiled, holding a slight whine in her tone. “But that means we have to walk all the way back.”

Despite all the fun we had, she’s right. We’ve basically been on our feet all day long. The arcade, shopping, food, and now a walk in the park. I’ve worked this girl to the bone without even trying to.

I take hold of her hand and nudge her to a park bench bathed in the artificial light of a nearby street lamp. She sits, stretching her body every which way. The pull of her limbs made her top tight against her. Every curve of her torso was defined. The hem at the bottom rose to show off just a tease of that unforgettable waist.

Her grunts and moans replaced the silence as I threw the last of my ice cream away. I didn’t realize how achy my own feet have been until I took the spot next to her. The muscles in my legs instantly started getting a weird mix of numb and sore. I pulled Bailey’s legs onto the bench, resting her calves on my thighs.

She arched her back like a well-rested cat. Stretching and teasing the curves of her body. The army-green yoga pants she had on were a straight leg all the way down, hiding her shape past the knee. They hugged her waist nicely, though. I walked behind her as often as I could just to watch her round ass sway as she walked. Her sneakers were nearly pure white, save for the brown accents. Taking them off showed hot pink socks over her feet. I dug my thumbs into the cloth and worked in slow circles to massage her feet. She instantly melted in my hands, the sight of it pulling a force in my chest towards her.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m able to take a break without being pampered.” Her grateful expression didn’t match her protesting words.

“I want to. I enjoyed touching you last night. Having you in my arms felt– right.” She watches me talk with attentive eyes. “I don’t know what the right words are. But, you just fit so perfectly with me. Like– you knew me without ever seeing me. I’ve never had such a strong connection with someone like that, Bailey.”

She smirked, a sense of pity in her eyes. “You know. I only know so much about you because I stalk you on, like, all of your socials. Right?”

I shake my head at her with a grin on my face. “No. I’m not talking about my favorite donuts or the names of my cats.” She stared at me, with a look in her eyes determined to understand what I was trying to say. “Talking and hanging out with you, makes me feel like myself. It’s like, I don’t need to worry about saying the wrong thing or showing you a part of myself that has been rejected by everyone else. You’re special, Bailey, and I want you to see that as much as I do.”

Her gaze shies away as she forces herself to look at the ground, a glaring blush flooding her face. I glide towards her for a better view of her expression, hoping to catch just a glimpse of what she could possibly be thinking. My kneading hands follow the shift in my movement. Her leggings were buttery smooth on her calf. The distance between us shrank, and the air grew increasingly warmer. I brush a hand against her cheek, encouraging her to look at me. The fabric of her pants suddenly felt so coarse in comparison to her supple skin.

“Bailey. May I kiss you again?”

She giggled, face getting redder. “I thought you already knew what I taste like.”

“This is– a different kind of hunger.”

Her eyes grow wide and innocent, almost like she’s nervous. She took a deep breath that I could practically taste from our proximity. The scent of her vanilla ice cream was faint on her breath, mixed with her floral perfume. Then, she kissed me. So sweet and pretty. Like she was asking me if it was okay for her to kiss me, like she had an apology ready for offending me.

I moved my lips with hers, sinking my fingertips into her hair. I didn’t push her further, no matter how badly I needed it. Our lips danced together like flower petals on a pond’s surface. So close to sinking with just the faintest amount of pressure.

I felt her freshly manicured nails drag up my torso. My stomach caved in at the ticklish sensation. Goosebumps flared under my polo shirt. My breath hitched when she scritched over my nipple. I hoped she didn’t notice my body’s response to it. Her palm rested on my shoulder. Her thumb stroked along the nape of my neck, caressing my pulse line, and I just melted.

I held her by her waist as I let her back dip closer to the bench. She giggled as her other hand wrapped around my arm as if she’d fall. Her violet-scented perfume wrapped around me like a live wire. She abandoned my lips to travel along my jaw. Then my neck, right into the hollow of my collarbone. I hadn’t even noticed how hard I’d been. Not until Bailey’s legs sank against my groin.

She was so close to me, yet so far.

Such a tease, shifting over my erection like it was her own toy. The warmth of her hand left my neck. Her lips left me dizzy as she lapped at my clavicle. She tickled me with her fingertips. Down. Down. And down she goes. Until her hand rested on my pec. Her thumb twirled around my nipple. The pressure ebbing between just right and not enough. Every pinching sensation had my twitching cock at full attention. A sharp dig into my neck and my head was brought back to earth.

“Gah–ha, Bailey.”

I heard her giggles in my ear while her teeth remained in the column of my neck. She pinches my nipple between her fingers, slowly twisting the bud until I lose the strength to hold her up. She fell fully onto the bench. I hovered above her with her knees pressed against my hips. I’ve never thought a single woman could have such an effect on me.

The sharp pinch of her bite is lavished by the flat of her tongue. I lose more of my comprehension as she continues to toy with me. My rigid cock lands between her thighs, and I can’t control my urge to grind into her, desperate to gain the satisfaction of release. She lets go of my neck to look at me, as I hold my lower lip between my teeth to stop the whine in my throat at the newfound distance between us. Her arms wrap around my neck as she looks at my face twisted in agitation.

She wore a satisfied smile as my jeans dragged over her clothed center. “Gavin. You look so gorgeous like this. I love having you quake and flustered above me. It makes me hungry for more.” Her fingers sink into my hair, and with a strong hand, she guides me closer to her face. “Gavin. When are you going to stop fooling around and take your pants off?” Her soft voice grazed my ear and put me in a chokehold.

“Bailey– W-w-we’re in public.”

Her knuckles drag down the side of my face, the scabs scratching against my cheek. “There’s nobody here. We’ll be so fast.”

I fell for her convincing tone. My belt felt like the most complicated contraption in the world, but finally came off. Bailey rustled beneath me as she took off her leggings. I couldn’t wait long enough to take off my pants, so I just let my length drop over the hem.

A cool night breeze ran over my body, carrying the scent of the salted copper of Bailey’s pussy. I rubbed myself between her lips. Her slickness had covered me from tip to balls. The hard bud of her clit grinding against the rim of my head.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Do you have a condom?”

“You don’t?”

“I wasn’t, hah–” The pressure of her clit sent an electric shock up my spine, a dab of precum forming at the tip. “I wasn’t planning on doing this again, or wanting to spend the entire day with you.”

“Well.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her as she moves her hips faster, harder. “I guess you’ll just have to pull out before you cum.” If she said that any other way, I wouldn’t have been able to understand her.

“I can do that.” I pull in a deep breath. “I can pull out. I’ve done it before.”

I take my cock in hand and line up with her properly. I pressed the tip in slowly, and despite her thick arousal everywhere, it was like she didn’t want me inside. Her walls were basically sealed shut, forcing me to push harder into her. Inch by excruciating inch, she was suffocating me. I was drowning in her slick flesh as she gripped me like a venus flytrap swallowing its prey. I was only halfway inside her, and it felt like if I gave her anymore I’d turn into a one-pump-chump. I rocked against her. Her greedy whines hissing through clenched teeth. The muscle inside her was alive, moving with me in tandem and pulling me further inside her. Fuck she felt amazing last night with a condom, but raw, she’s completely irresistible.

Dammit! I’m already close, and I haven’t even put it all in. Gotta think of something else, gotta think of something else. Fuck what do guys normally think about in this situation!? Baseball? Math? Uh… twenty-two times four. Four and two make six. No, eight. Then eight again. Add a zero below– Fuck! She just got tighter.

“Gavin.” Bailey’s pleading voice reaches for me like a dream. “Gavin, stop teasing me. I need more.”

I could see her in the streetlamp’s light. Her face was flushed red, her eyes were laid in a teary glow, and her mouth was agasp with torment. Oh fuck me. I couldn’t fight the power she had over me and sank all the way to the hilt. My thrusting became more sporadic and shallow. I was being swallowed over and over again by her. My cock started to tingle from base to tip. Nothing else mattered. Nothing was on my mind. Nothing was slowing down my hips.

Bailey’s voice cracked into a shriek as she came. Her pussy shuddered over me like a vibrator. Nails sank into my back through my shirt, and I could no longer hear her breathing. I moved faster as her walls twisted and turned around me.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Not inside!” She yelled, but it was the most difficult thing I’ve had to do.

I pull out, as quick as I can. The cool night air hit my hot cock hard as I came. The semen dripped down my dick, covering me in a warm blanket against the breeze as it fell onto Bailey’s thigh. I was still wanting more, and I felt the jerk of my cock bounce at the thought of Bailey’s raw pussy. The sight of my seed on her skin was somehow both erotic yet guilt-ridden. It wasn’t my intention to get her messy. I suppose I should be thankful I didn’t cum on her clothes.

I sink down to her legs and lap up my cum. Bailey’s hand grips my hair and keeps me a safe distance from her sensitive sex. I’ve never tasted my own semen before. It tastes salty with a bit of a bitter after-flavor. Even after I licked her clean, I nipped at Bailey’s inner thigh. The scent of her arousal is clouded down here. I could nearly taste it on my tongue as I sucked on her. She isn’t letting me near her pussy, so I’m just going to bite and pull at her flesh here till I’ve left my mark. The soft flesh sinks into my brain like a treasured memory. Like I’ve had this meal before, and I will have it again.

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Bailey hands me her keys, and I drive us to an old building covered in half-burnt-out neon lights. Bright fluorescents lined each aisle of snacks, drinks, and over-the-counter medicine. I take the largest size in their selection, though I’m not sure it’s big enough.

Bailey’s still in the truck, face in her phone, completely focused on whatever she’s doing on it. It isn’t until after I’ve taken us around the back for a spock of privacy and opened her door that she’s finally entered reality again.

“Did you find one?”

“Oh yeah.” I didn’t need a mirror to tell me that I had a hungry look in my eye. This woman doesn’t have a chance.

Before she can protest, I lift her out of the cab and carry her to the bed. Tailgate down, I settle her luscious ass on it. A chaotic rhythm of red and blue lights paints her body. I hold her there, stand between her legs, and lose my sense of the world around me in her lips again.

She wasn’t a velvety, sweet exterior with a crisp, salty center. This woman was pure sugar with a runny cream inside her. She was a rich delicacy that didn’t give my body enough time to process her flavor before it was gone.

I climbed into the truck bed with her. As I attack her neck to leave more marks on her, I savor the muffled whimpers she gifts me. The bruising along her throat is absolutely divine. I couldn’t wait to decorate her with more. I cup a breast in my hand as she lies beneath me. The form of it slips between my digits with ease. She must’ve taken her bra off while I was gone. Twisting the nipple in my hand, I seize the other in my mouth. The hard bud rolls between my teeth like a marble. I feel Bailey’s hands sink into my hair and hold tight to my arm. Her breath comes out in shudders, compelling me to keep going.

I stop the surge of stimulation on her immaculate peaks and just watch her. Her face was flushed, her hands balled up by her shoulders. A wet spot was left behind on her shirt.

“Oh Bailey.” My hands run over her body, tracing every curve of her silhouette. “Oh Bailey, Bailey, Bailey.”

Her laugh at my expressed obsession with her tickles my ear, prompting me to prove just how crazy she’s making me.

Once more I take her neck in my mouth, turning her purpled skin darker. Her pulse plays a steady, hard beat against my tongue. I follow the rhythm to her ear, nipping at it with my lips, and licking the outer shell before I place a quick bite right below it.

My body tenses from the feel of her legs wrapping around my waist. The grind of her hips forces me to grow harder against her. There was no end to this moment. My mind had convinced me that this is how I’d live the rest of my life. A gorgeous woman beneath me, her subconscious begging for more when she was too stimulated to physically ask. I could nibble on her soft skin for eternity if the Gods would let me.

I had to let go of her though. My hands fiddle with the zipper of her jeans, ripping the fabric from her body. The scene moved too fast for me to process whether or not I just completely ruined the pants. It didn’t matter though, not when I had a half-naked Bailey lying beneath me. Not when her legs were spread out in a wide and inviting angle that would be forever cemented in my head.

I pull down my own pants. Just enough for my cock to fully spring out, ready for action. I ripped the box open and peeled out a condom. Unrolling it over my shaft proved I was right about the size. The latex stuck to me like a second skin, looking like it was at its limit. Pushing Bailey’s panties to the side, I stroked my thick member through her folds, the hard bud of her clit dragging over me from base to tip. Soft tickles turned to overwhelming sparks just from that. The tip just barely slid in her before it was pushed out and over her clit again. Bailey’s arms wrapped around my shoulders, her hips moving and sputtering frantically.

“Gavin– stop teasing me like that.” Her voice was shaking, desperate.

I pull away from her completely. Looking down at the condom that already had a thin film of precum inside. I sank inside her, not all the way though. She wasn’t ready yet. Inch by everloving inch, I pushed till I felt her walls push back, loosening her up. I watched her brows point down, her mouth fall open, and her eyes squint as she watched me enter her over and over again. I couldn’t feel the crests inside her when all I could see was her stunned expression as I carefully pumped.

Finally, finally, I was fully seated. My balls slipped between her tight ass cheeks. Every time I pulled out, my sack was tugged, pulling my stomach to my cock. Every entry was tighter than the exit. Bailey wrapped around me like she’d suffer if I left. Slowly, I had her ridges crawl over me. They sank against my dick like a vise grip. I was being suffocated inside her pussy.

My vision had been blinded by a white light. My tempo quickened. Bailey’s cries and moans filled my head. I could feel every drop pour out of me. My thrusts became sporadic. The muscles in my legs twitched and trembled. My mind had melted and left my skull. I was dizzy, used, intangible. I was barely conscious as I peeled the condom off my sensitive cock.

“Oh, are you done?” The sound of Bailey’s voice was muffled.

“Huh?” I couldn’t manage any coherent words.

“Did you finish?” I wouldn’t have been able to see the awkwardness in her smile without the blinking neon lights.

“Yeah. You didn’t?”

“No. I was close, but you started to move differently.”

I let out a long, shaky breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any more energy.”

“You’re still hard.” The gentle glide from just her fingertips felt like an industrial sex toy on my freshly orgasmed cock.

“Yeah, but–” I choked a bit from the air in my lungs as she continued her soft play, bringing my dick back to attention. “– my body won’t let me fuck you again.”

She rises from below me. Her hand on my chest, encouraging me to lie on my back. “Don’t worry about that.” Her voice was so sweet and caring. “I can do that for you.”

Her panties peel off of her, the scent of her pussy filling the air. It was salty with just a touch of sweetness. My pants were pulled to my knees before she climbed on top of me. Bailey grabs the box of condoms and pulls another one out. It slowly glided over my aching cock, giving the appendage a mind of its own as it twitched from her touch.

Her soft slit parted around me so easily as she sat down. I felt my stomach cave into my spine, the air leaving my lungs. All I was able to manage was holding onto her wrists that rested on my chest.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, dear God no–” My dick moves past the raised texture inside her. She bounces on my cock, sending a mayhem of aftershocks throughout my body.

She looks down at me, smiling at my loss of control. As if she wasn’t tempting enough, her shirt strips from her body, revealing her breasts. The memory of them in my hands turned me into a greedy man. I pull Bailey down towards me, her hands on either side of my head. My tongue struck between her teeth for her air. As I played with the hardened peaks on her chest, her pussy clamped up to a stronger hold.

My cock was grinding against a suffocating channel. It bent backwards as she slammed her hips on me over and over again. She cried in my ear, a series of yes, yes, yes that amplified into oh my God’s.

A strong snap was at my head. Her slick arousal leaked onto me through the broken condom. This is bad. She feels so good like this. Fuck Bailey, slow down. Bailey, you gotta stop. Bailey, Bailey, Bailey!

Her pussy shuddered and spasmed around me, her groans broke down to soft whines. I tried to hold back. I really did. But fuck, this woman had some kind of hypnotic essence about her. I couldn’t stop the flow of my cum spilling inside her. I don't know if I’ll ever cum so much again. My grip held her ass firmly, my hips kept rocking into her. I watched globs of my semen drip from her pussy and onto my skin.

“Fuck– Did– Did the condom break?” Her eyes were wide, alarm setting in her features.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I tried to stop myself. You just felt too good, you looked too good. Fuck, it was too much to handle.”

She giggled. “Well, guess I’m getting the pill in the morning, huh? There goes the table fund.”

I take a glance at her scratched knuckles. “Let me take care of it. I’ll be in town through the weekend, and this is the least I can do.”

“Oh you don’t have–”

“How many times am I going to need to tell you that I will? I want to take care of it. Just let me handle it, okay.”

Despite the fact that she was just used like my personal pocket pussy, her skin flushes brighter. “Okay.”

“Good girl. Now where’s your phone?”

She scrambles around for her jeans and pulls out her cell. I punch in my contact info and hold her close to my chest, covering her warm skin in light kisses. “Now, when you wake up, call me immediately. We’ll meet up and get the medication. Okay?”

She nods in response. I ended my night there, taking an infectious woman back home and calling an Uber to my own car. After spending the best few hours of my life with Bailey, the small hotel room felt so empty. I ended up falling asleep with my phone in hand. A black screen that I hoped would give me a potential date in the morning.

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Bailey hands me her keys, and I drive us to an old building covered in half-burnt-out neon lights. Bright fluorescents lined each aisle of snacks, drinks, and over-the-counter medicine. I take the largest size in their selection, though I’m not sure it’s big enough.

Bailey’s still in the truck, face in her phone, completely focused on whatever she’s doing on it. It isn’t until after I’ve taken us around the back for a spock of privacy and opened her door that she’s finally entered reality again.

“Did you find one?”

“Oh yeah.” I didn’t need a mirror to tell me that I had a hungry look in my eye. This woman doesn’t have a chance.

Before she can protest, I lift her out of the cab and carry her to the bed. Tailgate down, I settle her luscious ass on it. A chaotic rhythm of red and blue lights paints her body. I hold her there, stand between her legs, and lose my sense of the world around me in her lips again.

She wasn’t a velvety, sweet exterior with a crisp, salty center. This woman was pure sugar with a runny cream inside her. She was a rich delicacy that didn’t give my body enough time to process her flavor before it was gone.

I climbed into the truck bed with her. As I attack her neck to leave more marks on her, I savor the muffled whimpers she gifts me. The bruising along her throat is absolutely divine. I couldn’t wait to decorate her with more. I cup a breast in my hand as she lies beneath me. The form of it slips between my digits with ease. She must’ve taken her bra off while I was gone. Twisting the nipple in my hand, I seize the other in my mouth. The hard bud rolls between my teeth like a marble. I feel Bailey’s hands sink into my hair and hold tight to my arm. Her breath comes out in shudders, compelling me to keep going.

I stop the surge of stimulation on her immaculate peaks and just watch her. Her face was flushed, her hands balled up by her shoulders. A wet spot was left behind on her shirt.

“Oh Bailey.” My hands run over her body, tracing every curve of her silhouette. “Oh Bailey, Bailey, Bailey.”

Her laugh at my expressed obsession with her tickles my ear, prompting me to prove just how crazy she’s making me.

Once more I take her neck in my mouth, turning her purpled skin darker. Her pulse plays a steady, hard beat against my tongue. I follow the rhythm to her ear, nipping at it with my lips, and licking the outer shell before I place a quick bite right below it.

My body tenses from the feel of her legs wrapping around my waist. The grind of her hips forces me to grow harder against her. There was no end to this moment. My mind had convinced me that this is how I’d live the rest of my life. A gorgeous woman beneath me, her subconscious begging for more when she was too stimulated to physically ask. I could nibble on her soft skin for eternity if the Gods would let me.

I had to let go of her though. My hands fiddle with the zipper of her jeans, ripping the fabric from her body. The scene moved too fast for me to process whether or not I just completely ruined the pants. It didn’t matter though, not when I had a half-naked Bailey lying beneath me. Not when her legs were spread out in a wide and inviting angle that would be forever cemented in my head.

I pull down my own pants. Just enough for my cock to fully spring out, ready for action. I ripped the box open and peeled out a condom. Unrolling it over my shaft proved I was right about the size. The latex stuck to me like a second skin, looking like it was at its limit. Pushing Bailey’s panties to the side, I stroked my thick member through her folds, the hard bud of her clit dragging over me from base to tip. Soft tickles turned to overwhelming sparks just from that. The tip just barely slid in her before it was pushed out and over her clit again. Bailey’s arms wrapped around my shoulders, her hips moving and sputtering frantically.

“Gavin– stop teasing me like that.” Her voice was shaking, desperate.

I pull away from her completely. Looking down at the condom that already had a thin film of precum inside. I sank inside her, not all the way though. She wasn’t ready yet. Inch by everloving inch, I pushed till I felt her walls push back, loosening her up. I watched her brows point down, her mouth fall open, and her eyes squint as she watched me enter her over and over again. I couldn’t feel the crests inside her when all I could see was her stunned expression as I carefully pumped.

Finally, finally, I was fully seated. My balls slipped between her tight ass cheeks. Every time I pulled out, my sack was tugged, pulling my stomach to my cock. Every entry was tighter than the exit. Bailey wrapped around me like she’d suffer if I left. Slowly, I had her ridges crawl over me. They sank against my dick like a vise grip. I was being suffocated inside her pussy.

My vision had been blinded by a white light. My tempo quickened. Bailey’s cries and moans filled my head. I could feel every drop pour out of me. My thrusts became sporadic. The muscles in my legs twitched and trembled. My mind had melted and left my skull. I was dizzy, used, intangible. I was barely conscious as I peeled the condom off my sensitive cock.

“Oh, are you done?” The sound of Bailey’s voice was muffled.

“Huh?” I couldn’t manage any coherent words.

“Did you finish?” I wouldn’t have been able to see the awkwardness in her smile without the blinking neon lights.

“Yeah. You didn’t?”

“No. I was close, but you started to move differently.”

I let out a long, shaky breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any more energy.”

“You’re still hard.” The gentle glide from just her fingertips felt like an industrial sex toy on my freshly orgasmed cock.

“Yeah, but–” I choked a bit from the air in my lungs as she continued her soft play, bringing my dick back to attention. “– my body won’t let me fuck you again.”

She rises from below me. Her hand on my chest, encouraging me to lie on my back. “Don’t worry about that.” Her voice was so sweet and caring. “I can do that for you.”

Her panties peel off of her, the scent of her pussy filling the air. It was salty with just a touch of sweetness. My pants were pulled to my knees before she climbed on top of me. Bailey grabs the box of condoms and pulls another one out. It slowly glided over my aching cock, giving the appendage a mind of its own as it twitched from her touch.

Her soft slit parted around me so easily as she sat down. I felt my stomach cave into my spine, the air leaving my lungs. All I was able to manage was holding onto her wrists that rested on my chest.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, dear God no–” My dick moves past the raised texture inside her. She bounces on my cock, sending a mayhem of aftershocks throughout my body.

She looks down at me, smiling at my loss of control. As if she wasn’t tempting enough, her shirt strips from her body, revealing her breasts. The memory of them in my hands turned me into a greedy man. I pull Bailey down towards me, her hands on either side of my head. My tongue struck between her teeth for her air. As I played with the hardened peaks on her chest, her pussy clamped up to a stronger hold.

My cock was grinding against a suffocating channel. It bent backwards as she slammed her hips on me over and over again. She cried in my ear, a series of yes, yes, yes that amplified into oh my God’s.

A strong snap was at my head. Her slick arousal leaked onto me through the broken condom. This is bad. She feels so good like this. Fuck Bailey, slow down. Bailey, you gotta stop. Bailey, Bailey, Bailey!

Her pussy shuddered and spasmed around me, her groans broke down to soft whines. I tried to hold back. I really did. But fuck, this woman had some kind of hypnotic essence about her. I couldn’t stop the flow of my cum spilling inside her. I don't know if I’ll ever cum so much again. My grip held her ass firmly, my hips kept rocking into her. I watched globs of my semen drip from her pussy and onto my skin.

“Fuck– Did– Did the condom break?” Her eyes were wide, alarm setting in her features.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I tried to stop myself. You just felt too good, you looked too good. Fuck, it was too much to handle.”

She giggled. “Well, guess I’m getting the pill in the morning, huh? There goes the table fund.”

I take a glance at her scratched knuckles. “Let me take care of it. I’ll be in town through the weekend, and this is the least I can do.”

“Oh you don’t have–”

“How many times am I going to need to tell you that I will? I want to take care of it. Just let me handle it, okay.”

Despite the fact that she was just used like my personal pocket pussy, her skin flushes brighter. “Okay.”

“Good girl. Now where’s your phone?”

She scrambles around for her jeans and pulls out her cell. I punch in my contact info and hold her close to my chest, covering her warm skin in light kisses. “Now, when you wake up, call me immediately. We’ll meet up and get the medication. Okay?”

She nods in response. I ended my night there, taking an infectious woman back home and calling an Uber to my own car. After spending the best few hours of my life with Bailey, the small hotel room felt so empty. I ended up falling asleep with my phone in hand. A black screen that I hoped would give me a potential date in the morning.

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Bailey hands me her keys, and I drive us to an old building covered in half-burnt-out neon lights. Bright fluorescents lined each aisle of snacks, drinks, and over-the-counter medicine. I take the largest size in their selection, though I’m not sure it’s big enough.

Bailey’s still in the truck, face in her phone, completely focused on whatever she’s doing on it. It isn’t until after I’ve taken us around the back for a spock of privacy and opened her door that she’s finally entered reality again.

“Did you find one?”

“Oh yeah.” I didn’t need a mirror to tell me that I had a hungry look in my eye. This woman doesn’t have a chance.

Before she can protest, I lift her out of the cab and carry her to the bed. Tailgate down, I settle her luscious ass on it. A chaotic rhythm of red and blue lights paints her body. I hold her there, stand between her legs, and lose my sense of the world around me in her lips again.

She wasn’t a velvety, sweet exterior with a crisp, salty center. This woman was pure sugar with a runny cream inside her. She was a rich delicacy that didn’t give my body enough time to process her flavor before it was gone.

I climbed into the truck bed with her. As I attack her neck to leave more marks on her, I savor the muffled whimpers she gifts me. The bruising along her throat is absolutely divine. I couldn’t wait to decorate her with more. I cup a breast in my hand as she lies beneath me. The form of it slips between my digits with ease. She must’ve taken her bra off while I was gone. Twisting the nipple in my hand, I seize the other in my mouth. The hard bud rolls between my teeth like a marble. I feel Bailey’s hands sink into my hair and hold tight to my arm. Her breath comes out in shudders, compelling me to keep going.

I stop the surge of stimulation on her immaculate peaks and just watch her. Her face was flushed, her hands balled up by her shoulders. A wet spot was left behind on her shirt.

“Oh Bailey.” My hands run over her body, tracing every curve of her silhouette. “Oh Bailey, Bailey, Bailey.”

Her laugh at my expressed obsession with her tickles my ear, prompting me to prove just how crazy she’s making me.

Once more I take her neck in my mouth, turning her purpled skin darker. Her pulse plays a steady, hard beat against my tongue. I follow the rhythm to her ear, nipping at it with my lips, and licking the outer shell before I place a quick bite right below it.

My body tenses from the feel of her legs wrapping around my waist. The grind of her hips forces me to grow harder against her. There was no end to this moment. My mind had convinced me that this is how I’d live the rest of my life. A gorgeous woman beneath me, her subconscious begging for more when she was too stimulated to physically ask. I could nibble on her soft skin for eternity if the Gods would let me.

I had to let go of her though. My hands fiddle with the zipper of her jeans, ripping the fabric from her body. The scene moved too fast for me to process whether or not I just completely ruined the pants. It didn’t matter though, not when I had a half-naked Bailey lying beneath me. Not when her legs were spread out in a wide and inviting angle that would be forever cemented in my head.

I pull down my own pants. Just enough for my cock to fully spring out, ready for action. I ripped the box open and peeled out a condom. Unrolling it over my shaft proved I was right about the size. The latex stuck to me like a second skin, looking like it was at its limit. Pushing Bailey’s panties to the side, I stroked my thick member through her folds, the hard bud of her clit dragging over me from base to tip. Soft tickles turned to overwhelming sparks just from that. The tip just barely slid in her before it was pushed out and over her clit again. Bailey’s arms wrapped around my shoulders, her hips moving and sputtering frantically.

“Gavin– stop teasing me like that.” Her voice was shaking, desperate.

I pull away from her completely. Looking down at the condom that already had a thin film of precum inside. I sank inside her, not all the way though. She wasn’t ready yet. Inch by everloving inch, I pushed till I felt her walls push back, loosening her up. I watched her brows point down, her mouth fall open, and her eyes squint as she watched me enter her over and over again. I couldn’t feel the crests inside her when all I could see was her stunned expression as I carefully pumped.

Finally, finally, I was fully seated. My balls slipped between her tight ass cheeks. Every time I pulled out, my sack was tugged, pulling my stomach to my cock. Every entry was tighter than the exit. Bailey wrapped around me like she’d suffer if I left. Slowly, I had her ridges crawl over me. They sank against my dick like a vise grip. I was being suffocated inside her pussy.

My vision had been blinded by a white light. My tempo quickened. Bailey’s cries and moans filled my head. I could feel every drop pour out of me. My thrusts became sporadic. The muscles in my legs twitched and trembled. My mind had melted and left my skull. I was dizzy, used, intangible. I was barely conscious as I peeled the condom off my sensitive cock.

“Oh, are you done?” The sound of Bailey’s voice was muffled.

“Huh?” I couldn’t manage any coherent words.

“Did you finish?” I wouldn’t have been able to see the awkwardness in her smile without the blinking neon lights.

“Yeah. You didn’t?”

“No. I was close, but you started to move differently.”

I let out a long, shaky breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any more energy.”

“You’re still hard.” The gentle glide from just her fingertips felt like an industrial sex toy on my freshly orgasmed cock.

“Yeah, but–” I choked a bit from the air in my lungs as she continued her soft play, bringing my dick back to attention. “– my body won’t let me fuck you again.”

She rises from below me. Her hand on my chest, encouraging me to lie on my back. “Don’t worry about that.” Her voice was so sweet and caring. “I can do that for you.”

Her panties peel off of her, the scent of her pussy filling the air. It was salty with just a touch of sweetness. My pants were pulled to my knees before she climbed on top of me. Bailey grabs the box of condoms and pulls another one out. It slowly glided over my aching cock, giving the appendage a mind of its own as it twitched from her touch.

Her soft slit parted around me so easily as she sat down. I felt my stomach cave into my spine, the air leaving my lungs. All I was able to manage was holding onto her wrists that rested on my chest.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, dear God no–” My dick moves past the raised texture inside her. She bounces on my cock, sending a mayhem of aftershocks throughout my body.

She looks down at me, smiling at my loss of control. As if she wasn’t tempting enough, her shirt strips from her body, revealing her breasts. The memory of them in my hands turned me into a greedy man. I pull Bailey down towards me, her hands on either side of my head. My tongue struck between her teeth for her air. As I played with the hardened peaks on her chest, her pussy clamped up to a stronger hold.

My cock was grinding against a suffocating channel. It bent backwards as she slammed her hips on me over and over again. She cried in my ear, a series of yes, yes, yes that amplified into oh my God’s.

A strong snap was at my head. Her slick arousal leaked onto me through the broken condom. This is bad. She feels so good like this. Fuck Bailey, slow down. Bailey, you gotta stop. Bailey, Bailey, Bailey!

Her pussy shuddered and spasmed around me, her groans broke down to soft whines. I tried to hold back. I really did. But fuck, this woman had some kind of hypnotic essence about her. I couldn’t stop the flow of my cum spilling inside her. I don't know if I’ll ever cum so much again. My grip held her ass firmly, my hips kept rocking into her. I watched globs of my semen drip from her pussy and onto my skin.

“Fuck– Did– Did the condom break?” Her eyes were wide, alarm setting in her features.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I tried to stop myself. You just felt too good, you looked too good. Fuck, it was too much to handle.”

She giggled. “Well, guess I’m getting the pill in the morning, huh? There goes the table fund.”

I take a glance at her scratched knuckles. “Let me take care of it. I’ll be in town through the weekend, and this is the least I can do.”

“Oh you don’t have–”

“How many times am I going to need to tell you that I will? I want to take care of it. Just let me handle it, okay.”

Despite the fact that she was just used like my personal pocket pussy, her skin flushes brighter. “Okay.”

“Good girl. Now where’s your phone?”

She scrambles around for her jeans and pulls out her cell. I punch in my contact info and hold her close to my chest, covering her warm skin in light kisses. “Now, when you wake up, call me immediately. We’ll meet up and get the medication. Okay?”

She nods in response. I ended my night there, taking an infectious woman back home and calling an Uber to my own car. After spending the best few hours of my life with Bailey, the small hotel room felt so empty. I ended up falling asleep with my phone in hand. A black screen that I hoped would give me a potential date in the morning.

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Bailey hands me her keys, and I drive us to an old building covered in half-burnt-out neon lights. Bright fluorescents lined each aisle of snacks, drinks, and over-the-counter medicine. I take the largest size in their selection, though I’m not sure it’s big enough.

Bailey’s still in the truck, face in her phone, completely focused on whatever she’s doing on it. It isn’t until after I’ve taken us around the back for a spock of privacy and opened her door that she’s finally entered reality again.

“Did you find one?”

“Oh yeah.” I didn’t need a mirror to tell me that I had a hungry look in my eye. This woman doesn’t have a chance.

Before she can protest, I lift her out of the cab and carry her to the bed. Tailgate down, I settle her luscious ass on it. A chaotic rhythm of red and blue lights paints her body. I hold her there, stand between her legs, and lose my sense of the world around me in her lips again.

She wasn’t a velvety, sweet exterior with a crisp, salty center. This woman was pure sugar with a runny cream inside her. She was a rich delicacy that didn’t give my body enough time to process her flavor before it was gone.

I climbed into the truck bed with her. As I attack her neck to leave more marks on her, I savor the muffled whimpers she gifts me. The bruising along her throat is absolutely divine. I couldn’t wait to decorate her with more. I cup a breast in my hand as she lies beneath me. The form of it slips between my digits with ease. She must’ve taken her bra off while I was gone. Twisting the nipple in my hand, I seize the other in my mouth. The hard bud rolls between my teeth like a marble. I feel Bailey’s hands sink into my hair and hold tight to my arm. Her breath comes out in shudders, compelling me to keep going.

I stop the surge of stimulation on her immaculate peaks and just watch her. Her face was flushed, her hands balled up by her shoulders. A wet spot was left behind on her shirt.

“Oh Bailey.” My hands run over her body, tracing every curve of her silhouette. “Oh Bailey, Bailey, Bailey.”

Her laugh at my expressed obsession with her tickles my ear, prompting me to prove just how crazy she’s making me.

Once more I take her neck in my mouth, turning her purpled skin darker. Her pulse plays a steady, hard beat against my tongue. I follow the rhythm to her ear, nipping at it with my lips, and licking the outer shell before I place a quick bite right below it.

My body tenses from the feel of her legs wrapping around my waist. The grind of her hips forces me to grow harder against her. There was no end to this moment. My mind had convinced me that this is how I’d live the rest of my life. A gorgeous woman beneath me, her subconscious begging for more when she was too stimulated to physically ask. I could nibble on her soft skin for eternity if the Gods would let me.

I had to let go of her though. My hands fiddle with the zipper of her jeans, ripping the fabric from her body. The scene moved too fast for me to process whether or not I just completely ruined the pants. It didn’t matter though, not when I had a half-naked Bailey lying beneath me. Not when her legs were spread out in a wide and inviting angle that would be forever cemented in my head.

I pull down my own pants. Just enough for my cock to fully spring out, ready for action. I ripped the box open and peeled out a condom. Unrolling it over my shaft proved I was right about the size. The latex stuck to me like a second skin, looking like it was at its limit. Pushing Bailey’s panties to the side, I stroked my thick member through her folds, the hard bud of her clit dragging over me from base to tip. Soft tickles turned to overwhelming sparks just from that. The tip just barely slid in her before it was pushed out and over her clit again. Bailey’s arms wrapped around my shoulders, her hips moving and sputtering frantically.

“Gavin– stop teasing me like that.” Her voice was shaking, desperate.

I pull away from her completely. Looking down at the condom that already had a thin film of precum inside. I sank inside her, not all the way though. She wasn’t ready yet. Inch by everloving inch, I pushed till I felt her walls push back, loosening her up. I watched her brows point down, her mouth fall open, and her eyes squint as she watched me enter her over and over again. I couldn’t feel the crests inside her when all I could see was her stunned expression as I carefully pumped.

Finally, finally, I was fully seated. My balls slipped between her tight ass cheeks. Every time I pulled out, my sack was tugged, pulling my stomach to my cock. Every entry was tighter than the exit. Bailey wrapped around me like she’d suffer if I left. Slowly, I had her ridges crawl over me. They sank against my dick like a vise grip. I was being suffocated inside her pussy.

My vision had been blinded by a white light. My tempo quickened. Bailey’s cries and moans filled my head. I could feel every drop pour out of me. My thrusts became sporadic. The muscles in my legs twitched and trembled. My mind had melted and left my skull. I was dizzy, used, intangible. I was barely conscious as I peeled the condom off my sensitive cock.

“Oh, are you done?” The sound of Bailey’s voice was muffled.

“Huh?” I couldn’t manage any coherent words.

“Did you finish?” I wouldn’t have been able to see the awkwardness in her smile without the blinking neon lights.

“Yeah. You didn’t?”

“No. I was close, but you started to move differently.”

I let out a long, shaky breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any more energy.”

“You’re still hard.” The gentle glide from just her fingertips felt like an industrial sex toy on my freshly orgasmed cock.

“Yeah, but–” I choked a bit from the air in my lungs as she continued her soft play, bringing my dick back to attention. “– my body won’t let me fuck you again.”

She rises from below me. Her hand on my chest, encouraging me to lie on my back. “Don’t worry about that.” Her voice was so sweet and caring. “I can do that for you.”

Her panties peel off of her, the scent of her pussy filling the air. It was salty with just a touch of sweetness. My pants were pulled to my knees before she climbed on top of me. Bailey grabs the box of condoms and pulls another one out. It slowly glided over my aching cock, giving the appendage a mind of its own as it twitched from her touch.

Her soft slit parted around me so easily as she sat down. I felt my stomach cave into my spine, the air leaving my lungs. All I was able to manage was holding onto her wrists that rested on my chest.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, dear God no–” My dick moves past the raised texture inside her. She bounces on my cock, sending a mayhem of aftershocks throughout my body.

She looks down at me, smiling at my loss of control. As if she wasn’t tempting enough, her shirt strips from her body, revealing her breasts. The memory of them in my hands turned me into a greedy man. I pull Bailey down towards me, her hands on either side of my head. My tongue struck between her teeth for her air. As I played with the hardened peaks on her chest, her pussy clamped up to a stronger hold.

My cock was grinding against a suffocating channel. It bent backwards as she slammed her hips on me over and over again. She cried in my ear, a series of yes, yes, yes that amplified into oh my God’s.

A strong snap was at my head. Her slick arousal leaked onto me through the broken condom. This is bad. She feels so good like this. Fuck Bailey, slow down. Bailey, you gotta stop. Bailey, Bailey, Bailey!

Her pussy shuddered and spasmed around me, her groans broke down to soft whines. I tried to hold back. I really did. But fuck, this woman had some kind of hypnotic essence about her. I couldn’t stop the flow of my cum spilling inside her. I don't know if I’ll ever cum so much again. My grip held her ass firmly, my hips kept rocking into her. I watched globs of my semen drip from her pussy and onto my skin.

“Fuck– Did– Did the condom break?” Her eyes were wide, alarm setting in her features.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I tried to stop myself. You just felt too good, you looked too good. Fuck, it was too much to handle.”

She giggled. “Well, guess I’m getting the pill in the morning, huh? There goes the table fund.”

I take a glance at her scratched knuckles. “Let me take care of it. I’ll be in town through the weekend, and this is the least I can do.”

“Oh you don’t have–”

“How many times am I going to need to tell you that I will? I want to take care of it. Just let me handle it, okay.”

Despite the fact that she was just used like my personal pocket pussy, her skin flushes brighter. “Okay.”

“Good girl. Now where’s your phone?”

She scrambles around for her jeans and pulls out her cell. I punch in my contact info and hold her close to my chest, covering her warm skin in light kisses. “Now, when you wake up, call me immediately. We’ll meet up and get the medication. Okay?”

She nods in response. I ended my night there, taking an infectious woman back home and calling an Uber to my own car. After spending the best few hours of my life with Bailey, the small hotel room felt so empty. I ended up falling asleep with my phone in hand. A black screen that I hoped would give me a potential date in the morning.

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Bailey hands me her keys, and I drive us to an old building covered in half-burnt-out neon lights. Bright fluorescents lined each aisle of snacks, drinks, and over-the-counter medicine. I take the largest size in their selection, though I’m not sure it’s big enough.

Bailey’s still in the truck, face in her phone, completely focused on whatever she’s doing on it. It isn’t until after I’ve taken us around the back for a spock of privacy and opened her door that she’s finally entered reality again.

“Did you find one?”

“Oh yeah.” I didn’t need a mirror to tell me that I had a hungry look in my eye. This woman doesn’t have a chance.

Before she can protest, I lift her out of the cab and carry her to the bed. Tailgate down, I settle her luscious ass on it. A chaotic rhythm of red and blue lights paints her body. I hold her there, stand between her legs, and lose my sense of the world around me in her lips again.

She wasn’t a velvety, sweet exterior with a crisp, salty center. This woman was pure sugar with a runny cream inside her. She was a rich delicacy that didn’t give my body enough time to process her flavor before it was gone.

I climbed into the truck bed with her. As I attack her neck to leave more marks on her, I savor the muffled whimpers she gifts me. The bruising along her throat is absolutely divine. I couldn’t wait to decorate her with more. I cup a breast in my hand as she lies beneath me. The form of it slips between my digits with ease. She must’ve taken her bra off while I was gone. Twisting the nipple in my hand, I seize the other in my mouth. The hard bud rolls between my teeth like a marble. I feel Bailey’s hands sink into my hair and hold tight to my arm. Her breath comes out in shudders, compelling me to keep going.

I stop the surge of stimulation on her immaculate peaks and just watch her. Her face was flushed, her hands balled up by her shoulders. A wet spot was left behind on her shirt.

“Oh Bailey.” My hands run over her body, tracing every curve of her silhouette. “Oh Bailey, Bailey, Bailey.”

Her laugh at my expressed obsession with her tickles my ear, prompting me to prove just how crazy she’s making me.

Once more I take her neck in my mouth, turning her purpled skin darker. Her pulse plays a steady, hard beat against my tongue. I follow the rhythm to her ear, nipping at it with my lips, and licking the outer shell before I place a quick bite right below it.

My body tenses from the feel of her legs wrapping around my waist. The grind of her hips forces me to grow harder against her. There was no end to this moment. My mind had convinced me that this is how I’d live the rest of my life. A gorgeous woman beneath me, her subconscious begging for more when she was too stimulated to physically ask. I could nibble on her soft skin for eternity if the Gods would let me.

I had to let go of her though. My hands fiddle with the zipper of her jeans, ripping the fabric from her body. The scene moved too fast for me to process whether or not I just completely ruined the pants. It didn’t matter though, not when I had a half-naked Bailey lying beneath me. Not when her legs were spread out in a wide and inviting angle that would be forever cemented in my head.

I pull down my own pants. Just enough for my cock to fully spring out, ready for action. I ripped the box open and peeled out a condom. Unrolling it over my shaft proved I was right about the size. The latex stuck to me like a second skin, looking like it was at its limit. Pushing Bailey’s panties to the side, I stroked my thick member through her folds, the hard bud of her clit dragging over me from base to tip. Soft tickles turned to overwhelming sparks just from that. The tip just barely slid in her before it was pushed out and over her clit again. Bailey’s arms wrapped around my shoulders, her hips moving and sputtering frantically.

“Gavin– stop teasing me like that.” Her voice was shaking, desperate.

I pull away from her completely. Looking down at the condom that already had a thin film of precum inside. I sank inside her, not all the way though. She wasn’t ready yet. Inch by everloving inch, I pushed till I felt her walls push back, loosening her up. I watched her brows point down, her mouth fall open, and her eyes squint as she watched me enter her over and over again. I couldn’t feel the crests inside her when all I could see was her stunned expression as I carefully pumped.

Finally, finally, I was fully seated. My balls slipped between her tight ass cheeks. Every time I pulled out, my sack was tugged, pulling my stomach to my cock. Every entry was tighter than the exit. Bailey wrapped around me like she’d suffer if I left. Slowly, I had her ridges crawl over me. They sank against my dick like a vise grip. I was being suffocated inside her pussy.

My vision had been blinded by a white light. My tempo quickened. Bailey’s cries and moans filled my head. I could feel every drop pour out of me. My thrusts became sporadic. The muscles in my legs twitched and trembled. My mind had melted and left my skull. I was dizzy, used, intangible. I was barely conscious as I peeled the condom off my sensitive cock.

“Oh, are you done?” The sound of Bailey’s voice was muffled.

“Huh?” I couldn’t manage any coherent words.

“Did you finish?” I wouldn’t have been able to see the awkwardness in her smile without the blinking neon lights.

“Yeah. You didn’t?”

“No. I was close, but you started to move differently.”

I let out a long, shaky breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any more energy.”

“You’re still hard.” The gentle glide from just her fingertips felt like an industrial sex toy on my freshly orgasmed cock.

“Yeah, but–” I choked a bit from the air in my lungs as she continued her soft play, bringing my dick back to attention. “– my body won’t let me fuck you again.”

She rises from below me. Her hand on my chest, encouraging me to lie on my back. “Don’t worry about that.” Her voice was so sweet and caring. “I can do that for you.”

Her panties peel off of her, the scent of her pussy filling the air. It was salty with just a touch of sweetness. My pants were pulled to my knees before she climbed on top of me. Bailey grabs the box of condoms and pulls another one out. It slowly glided over my aching cock, giving the appendage a mind of its own as it twitched from her touch.

Her soft slit parted around me so easily as she sat down. I felt my stomach cave into my spine, the air leaving my lungs. All I was able to manage was holding onto her wrists that rested on my chest.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, dear God no–” My dick moves past the raised texture inside her. She bounces on my cock, sending a mayhem of aftershocks throughout my body.

She looks down at me, smiling at my loss of control. As if she wasn’t tempting enough, her shirt strips from her body, revealing her breasts. The memory of them in my hands turned me into a greedy man. I pull Bailey down towards me, her hands on either side of my head. My tongue struck between her teeth for her air. As I played with the hardened peaks on her chest, her pussy clamped up to a stronger hold.

My cock was grinding against a suffocating channel. It bent backwards as she slammed her hips on me over and over again. She cried in my ear, a series of yes, yes, yes that amplified into oh my God’s.

A strong snap was at my head. Her slick arousal leaked onto me through the broken condom. This is bad. She feels so good like this. Fuck Bailey, slow down. Bailey, you gotta stop. Bailey, Bailey, Bailey!

Her pussy shuddered and spasmed around me, her groans broke down to soft whines. I tried to hold back. I really did. But fuck, this woman had some kind of hypnotic essence about her. I couldn’t stop the flow of my cum spilling inside her. I don't know if I’ll ever cum so much again. My grip held her ass firmly, my hips kept rocking into her. I watched globs of my semen drip from her pussy and onto my skin.

“Fuck– Did– Did the condom break?” Her eyes were wide, alarm setting in her features.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I tried to stop myself. You just felt too good, you looked too good. Fuck, it was too much to handle.”

She giggled. “Well, guess I’m getting the pill in the morning, huh? There goes the table fund.”

I take a glance at her scratched knuckles. “Let me take care of it. I’ll be in town through the weekend, and this is the least I can do.”

“Oh you don’t have–”

“How many times am I going to need to tell you that I will? I want to take care of it. Just let me handle it, okay.”

Despite the fact that she was just used like my personal pocket pussy, her skin flushes brighter. “Okay.”

“Good girl. Now where’s your phone?”

She scrambles around for her jeans and pulls out her cell. I punch in my contact info and hold her close to my chest, covering her warm skin in light kisses. “Now, when you wake up, call me immediately. We’ll meet up and get the medication. Okay?”

She nods in response. I ended my night there, taking an infectious woman back home and calling an Uber to my own car. After spending the best few hours of my life with Bailey, the small hotel room felt so empty. I ended up falling asleep with my phone in hand. A black screen that I hoped would give me a potential date in the morning.

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Alright, the booth is all set up, the cashbox is filled, and lunch is under the table. Am I forgetting anything? This is my first time selling at a convention. The vendor markets aren’t this elaborate. I don’t know if anyone will see my station.

The area around me is packed with colorful booths selling plushies, pins, stickers, and just all the stuff that makes the geek in me go crazy. I suppose if I don’t sell anything, I can still enjoy the convention. Gavin Layne tweeted that he’d be here to meet fans. I’d been obsessed with him since the first Attack of the Rotten Beasts movie. I’m basically a legal stalker at this point.

I know his favorite movies, who he’s friends with, everything about his cats, and that he loves the maple bacon donut from Hurts. That’s why I bought two of them as a gift. They’re in a sealed box next to my own lunch.

After watching him kill it as Derek Jailer, I was inspired to start making and selling my jewelry. There was something about the way his hair and eyes shined on the screen that jolted my brain. All I wanna do is drown him in jewels and make him shine brighter.

It reaches 11 real quick, and I decide to leave my mom in charge of the sales while I take an early lunch. With a donut box in hand, I push my way through the large crowd in the sellers’ section of the building. I was placed at the edge of it, close to the meet-and-greet area that Gavin would be at.

This place was even more crowded than the sellers’ spot. I couldn’t even see in front of me, let alone look for the Rotten Beasts stand. Nevertheless, I pushed forward, desperately looking around me. I was halfway through the stalls before I saw him across the sea of con-goers.

Wearing the military uniform from his movie was Gavin Layne. He didn’t say anything about it being a character meet-and-greet online. His bright white suit was decorated in a variety of colorful medals. I knew exactly how Derek Jailer earned every one of them. The gold hemming on his costume gave his dark hair and eyes that same magical glow, even without the screen.

Being protective of Gavin’s gift, I wormed my way through the crowd once more until a large Rotten Beasts movie poster was in front of me. Off to the side, Gavin stood there chatting with his co-star, who was also in full costume. Despite the crowd, there was no line to meet the actors.

Mustering up all my courage, I spoke as loud and proud as my nerves would let me. “Excuse me?”

Gavin turned to face me. His faint smile grew bigger. “Hello, are you a fan of Attack of the Rotten Beasts?”

“Huge. I loved watching you as Commander Jailer. It was like seeing him in a whole new light.”

“Well, thank you. I did my best to portray him as someone with more depth than an ordinary soldier.”

“You did a really good job. Oh, this is for you.”

Handing him the box, his eyes widened, and his smile showed his beautiful teeth. “Shut up! Did you get me Hurt’s Donuts? Oh, they’re maple bacon too!” His co-star tries to slide a sly hand to the box, which promptly gets slapped. “Get your own!”

Giggling, I pull out my phone. “Any chance I could get a photo?”

“For you, anything.”I hand my phone to his co-star as Gavin sets down the box.

Being so close to him reminds me of the group photo scene at the end of the movie. Derek Jailer was wearing his iconic stoic face. His fighting companion and costar, Rowan Graves, told him a dad joke so Derek would smile for the photo. That was the only time Derek had any kind of smirk in the film.

“Hey, Gavin.”

“Yeah?”

“What has five toes but isn’t your foot?”

“What?” He asked, confused.

“My foot.”

“Huh? I–” there was a short bit of silence as he processed the joke before letting out a laugh. “Oh my God. That was so bad.”

“Got it.” His co-star spoke up after he snapped the photo.

“You know I would’ve smiled without the need for a joke.”

“Feels like a crime to pass up a good opportunity to make someone smile.” I take my phone back and look at the photo. Gavin and I looked like two old friends that were catching up, us both wearing full smiles as he crouched for his taller body to fit in the frame. “Thanks for the photo, I gotta go now though. Maybe I can visit again tomorrow.”

“Anytime. Don’t be shy. Especially if you’re bringing more donuts, uh…”

“Bailey,” I giggle.

“Bailey.” He says my name so firmly, almost like his only goal is to burn it to memory.

“I’ll keep a note. Enjoy the donuts.” I wave the two goodbye on my way back to Mom.

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Bailey. She was cute. A brunette with fading, light pink strands in her hair, and striking blue eyes that crinkled a bit with her button nose when she smiled– and her laugh. Maybe she was awkward or shy, but the way she laughed was almost like it was crafted just for me.

Henry sends me on break, holding the meet-and-greet himself. Not like there’s been anyone to really meet or greet. Despite Attack of the Rotten Beasts having a large fandom, the movie wasn’t really perceived all too well. I can only think about how my creative take on the main character is the cause of that. Henry has told me not to worry, but I’ve seen those comments online. Everyone hated seeing Derek Jailer having more than just a robotic look to him.

It ruined his charm. He would never be so happy. The actors should really look at the original comics.

I read them all. Despite that, I still believe that Derek being seen as more human would really benefit the entire story. The directors must think so too– and Bailey.

I look at the box of donuts on the table, next to my finished fast food slop. Her words play over and over in my mind. A whole new light. It felt so good to be seen by someone that didn’t just throw a stream of endless hate my way. I take a photo of the open box and tweet it, joking about how I would’ve brought some milk today if I knew I was going to get spoiled with pastries. By the time the convention was over, there were only a handful of likes, and my brain couldn’t stop wondering if Bailey was one of them.

It’s day two of the convention now, the last day. Henry and I get into our costumes– or as we’d like to call them, cardboard fits– in the men’s room. We met up with the movie’s director and writer back at the booth, where they handed me a box with a half-pint of milk tied to it with a pink ribbon. There’s a note attached to it.

Which side of a turkey has the most feathers? I unfold the paper for the answer.

The outside! ~B

I crack a smile and inwardly scold myself for enjoying a bad joke so much.

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“Mom, don’t worry, I got it. Go home and rest.” My mom is insisting that she stay late to help with the cleanup despite her early shift tomorrow.

“Well, I could stay just a bit longer. It’s dark out, and I’d hate for you to haul this heavy set-up yourself.”

“Mom. I promise. I’ll be fine. Now go home, you know you’ll be cranky if you aren’t asleep in ten minutes.”

“Oh poppycock! Well, if you won’t even give me a box to take out for you, I suppose there really is no point in staying. Sometimes, I wish you weren’t so stubborn.”

“I learn from the best.” I kiss her cheek and wish her a good night.

She’s right, though. This table is heavy. I’ll have to make another trip back for the last of my bracelets and necklaces. Folding up the bulky table, I attempt to lift it, scraping my knuckles in the process.

Really wish the strap on my last one hadn’t broken. I thought that a plastic handle would’ve been more secure, but some genius thought it best to embed the thing inside the table. And for what? A cleaner look? The damned thing isn’t going to look very clean after it's covered in my blood.

“Here.” A deep voice chuckled behind me. “Allow me.” Gavin picks up the table like it weighs nothing. He no longer has the Derek Jailer costume. Instead, he wears a tight-fitting black t-shirt with dark green cargo pants.

“Gavin? You don’t have to help me. I’m able to handle it.”

“I want to help you. It’s dark out. It would be a shame if you fell and got hurt.”

“When did you meet my mother?” I tease. He laughs with me.

“Here, I’ll walk you to your car.” I grab the tote and show him the way to my glimmering blue pickup truck, all the way in the back. It’s the newest thing I own, and I bought it purely for selling my wares.

He opens the tailgate and slides the table in. I hand him the tote, which he sets on the table with ease.

“Hey!” He opens the tote and pulls out a bracelet with a pattern of orange, blue, and brown beads. A silver rectangle lies in the middle of it. “Is this what I think it is?”

“It’s Derek Jailer inspired, yeah.” He admires the piece as I talk. “I don’t have the money to buy any of the licensing for actual Rotten Beasts merchandise. So we have to settle for colorful beads and a charm that’s supposed to represent the sword on his military patch.”

“Here, help me put it on.” He crouches down in the truck bed so I can fiddle with the golden clasp. “How’s it look?” He holds his wrist next to his face, shaking the glass beads together.

“Like it belongs there.”

He laughs. “You know. Commander Jailer has way more medals than this.”

“Yeah, but–” you were looking right at me through the screen when he earned those ones, “–these colors looked the best together.”

He takes another gander at it. “Yeah, you’re right. How much?”

I shake my head at him. “Keep it.”

“No, I’m gonna pay you. How much?”

“I sell the bracelets for fifteen, but really I shouldn’t be charging–” Gavin takes my hand, placing three five-dollar bills in it.

“Nonsense. You’re selling it. I’m going to pay for it.”

“Okay.” I crumple the bills in my fist. He watches me, focused on my knuckles.

“What happened?” He runs a finger across the small dots of dry blood, gently. Being so careful not to put any pressure on it.

“Oh, that? I always get scraped up by the stupid table. Thanks to you though,” I emphasize the cash in my hand. “I’ve at least sold enough for a different one.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

His head falls to my hand, kissing each scuff mark. He looks at me, dark eyes peering into my soul. Just waiting for my reaction. I’m paralyzed in the silence, my face burning up. His plush lips wrap around each small joint, tickling me with the barest brush of his tongue. Gavin held my gaze the entire time, paying close attention to how my face glowed brighter and brighter.

Embarrassment clouds my heart. All I can do is cover my mouth with my free hand and break his stare. I feel so immature, reacting so strongly to just a kiss on my hand.

His lips move upwards, caressing the top of my hand and past my wrist. One. Two. Three. Then my elbow. Four. Five. Six. My shoulder. Seven. Eight. Gavin’s soft voice lies warm in my ear.

“You’re very beautiful, Bailey.” His fingers glide to the tip of my chin. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind all day.”

“Because of the donuts?”

He chuckles, "Partially because of the donuts. Mostly because of your voice, and your charming laugh.”

“My laugh?” My eyes land on him, confused.

He nods. “Yes, it's so sweet. Like chocolate filled with peanuts. I can’t help but wonder what it tastes like.” He jumps down from the bed. All I can see are his hooded eyes, completely mesmerized by how sexy he can make peanuts sound. “Bailey– may I see what it tastes like?”

I speak quietly, the words caught in my throat. “Well– if you’re that curious.”

He takes his time looking at me, drinking in the sight of my face. The moment was everlasting, yet his mouth covered mine in an instant. Soft lips taking the lead, a daring tongue hunting every crease inside me. Little by little, my body lost its strength. Falling into his hold as my subconscious submits to the devilish charmer claiming my lips.

Large, warm arms wrap around my waist, keeping me close. I dragged my fingertips from the hard planes of his abs up to the sensitive skin below his ears, holding him there. I was bending backwards the deeper the kiss got. His tongue was too nimble for me to keep up, the slick muscle brushing and teasing behind my teeth. My mind was a melting mess of nonsense, forgetting how to even take a proper breath. Then, the kiss breaks. A slick, quiet pop reaches my ear, bringing me back to reality.

“Well?– How did it taste?” I asked him.

“Like– like–” He never told me. Just spun me around to the side of the truck, pinning me against the bed wall.

An ache swelled in my inner thigh as he forced my leg on his hip. I wasn’t kissed this time. I was devoured. Only living to satiate the hunger of a wild beast. The air in my lungs was forcefully ripped out of me, taking my thoughts with it. His hips gnashed against mine, a strong force suffocating my clit. I ripped myself away from him to catch my breath, and he latched onto my neck. Hard teeth with a gliding tongue, and I had to hold his shoulders for support.

“Oh, more. I need more.” That was all I could say. It was all I could whine.

His hand travels up from the back of my knee to the bottom of my ass. Jittering nerves run through my body as he digs into the flesh between my thigh and rear through the jeans. He laughs into me as I squirm from the ticklish sensation.

“Are you okay? You seem uncomfortable.”

“Yeah– yeah– just, never knew I was so sensitive–” he slowly carves a long line below my ass cheek, ruthlessly teasing me. “–there. I didn’t know I was so sensitive– there.”

“You’re so fun to play with, Bailey. So cute and–” he takes a long lick up my neck. I couldn’t help the moan or stop my leg from wrapping around his waist. “–responsive. I wonder what else could be so tender.”

His hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt. Warmth bloomed on my stomach where his palms had settled. The touch was heating my torso as his hands climbed and slipped under my bra. With one breast in each hand, Gavin massaged the curves. His breath grew heavy in my ear as he played. The attention on my breasts was paused for him to follow the band and unclasp the garment from the back. Now, with the confinement of my bra loosened, Gavin circled back to spin my nipples between his fingers. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop my throes of pleasure from reaching the sky above.

“Oh, Bailey– you sound so beautiful.” He kisses the nape of my neck before pulling it past his lips. My pulse pounded against his tongue as he had me melting under him. I grab hold of his shoulders and tilt my head to gain more mind-melting pleasure.

“Gavin?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“Mmhmm.”

He takes out his wallet and fumbles around inside. I lay kisses on his jaw as he pulls out the half-open wrapper.

“Well, I did have one.”

“Don’t worry. There’s a late-night convenience store up the road.”

“Perfect.” He flashes me a smile with every pretty white tooth on display.

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Alright, the booth is all set up, the cashbox is filled, and lunch is under the table. Am I forgetting anything? This is my first time selling at a convention. The vendor markets aren’t this elaborate. I don’t know if anyone will see my station.

The area around me is packed with colorful booths selling plushies, pins, stickers, and just all the stuff that makes the geek in me go crazy. I suppose if I don’t sell anything, I can still enjoy the convention. Gavin Layne tweeted that he’d be here to meet fans. I’d been obsessed with him since the first Attack of the Rotten Beasts movie. I’m basically a legal stalker at this point.

I know his favorite movies, who he’s friends with, everything about his cats, and that he loves the maple bacon donut from Hurts. That’s why I bought two of them as a gift. They’re in a sealed box next to my own lunch.

After watching him kill it as Derek Jailer, I was inspired to start making and selling my jewelry. There was something about the way his hair and eyes shined on the screen that jolted my brain. All I wanna do is drown him in jewels and make him shine brighter.

It reaches 11 real quick, and I decide to leave my mom in charge of the sales while I take an early lunch. With a donut box in hand, I push my way through the large crowd in the sellers’ section of the building. I was placed at the edge of it, close to the meet-and-greet area that Gavin would be at.

This place was even more crowded than the sellers’ spot. I couldn’t even see in front of me, let alone look for the Rotten Beasts stand. Nevertheless, I pushed forward, desperately looking around me. I was halfway through the stalls before I saw him across the sea of con-goers.

Wearing the military uniform from his movie was Gavin Layne. He didn’t say anything about it being a character meet-and-greet online. His bright white suit was decorated in a variety of colorful medals. I knew exactly how Derek Jailer earned every one of them. The gold hemming on his costume gave his dark hair and eyes that same magical glow, even without the screen.

Being protective of Gavin’s gift, I wormed my way through the crowd once more until a large Rotten Beasts movie poster was in front of me. Off to the side, Gavin stood there chatting with his co-star, who was also in full costume. Despite the crowd, there was no line to meet the actors.

Mustering up all my courage, I spoke as loud and proud as my nerves would let me. “Excuse me?”

Gavin turned to face me. His faint smile grew bigger. “Hello, are you a fan of Attack of the Rotten Beasts?”

“Huge. I loved watching you as Commander Jailer. It was like seeing him in a whole new light.”

“Well, thank you. I did my best to portray him as someone with more depth than an ordinary soldier.”

“You did a really good job. Oh, this is for you.”

Handing him the box, his eyes widened, and his smile showed his beautiful teeth. “Shut up! Did you get me Hurt’s Donuts? Oh, they’re maple bacon too!” His co-star tries to slide a sly hand to the box, which promptly gets slapped. “Get your own!”

Giggling, I pull out my phone. “Any chance I could get a photo?”

“For you, anything.”I hand my phone to his co-star as Gavin sets down the box.

Being so close to him reminds me of the group photo scene at the end of the movie. Derek Jailer was wearing his iconic stoic face. His fighting companion and costar, Rowan Graves, told him a dad joke so Derek would smile for the photo. That was the only time Derek had any kind of smirk in the film.

“Hey, Gavin.”

“Yeah?”

“What has five toes but isn’t your foot?”

“What?” He asked, confused.

“My foot.”

“Huh? I–” there was a short bit of silence as he processed the joke before letting out a laugh. “Oh my God. That was so bad.”

“Got it.” His co-star spoke up after he snapped the photo.

“You know I would’ve smiled without the need for a joke.”

“Feels like a crime to pass up a good opportunity to make someone smile.” I take my phone back and look at the photo. Gavin and I looked like two old friends that were catching up, us both wearing full smiles as he crouched for his taller body to fit in the frame. “Thanks for the photo, I gotta go now though. Maybe I can visit again tomorrow.”

“Anytime. Don’t be shy. Especially if you’re bringing more donuts, uh…”

“Bailey,” I giggle.

“Bailey.” He says my name so firmly, almost like his only goal is to burn it to memory.

“I’ll keep a note. Enjoy the donuts.” I wave the two goodbye on my way back to Mom.

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Bailey. She was cute. A brunette with fading, light pink strands in her hair, and striking blue eyes that crinkled a bit with her button nose when she smiled– and her laugh. Maybe she was awkward or shy, but the way she laughed was almost like it was crafted just for me.

Henry sends me on break, holding the meet-and-greet himself. Not like there’s been anyone to really meet or greet. Despite Attack of the Rotten Beasts having a large fandom, the movie wasn’t really perceived all too well. I can only think about how my creative take on the main character is the cause of that. Henry has told me not to worry, but I’ve seen those comments online. Everyone hated seeing Derek Jailer having more than just a robotic look to him.

It ruined his charm. He would never be so happy. The actors should really look at the original comics.

I read them all. Despite that, I still believe that Derek being seen as more human would really benefit the entire story. The directors must think so too– and Bailey.

I look at the box of donuts on the table, next to my finished fast food slop. Her words play over and over in my mind. A whole new light. It felt so good to be seen by someone that didn’t just throw a stream of endless hate my way. I take a photo of the open box and tweet it, joking about how I would’ve brought some milk today if I knew I was going to get spoiled with pastries. By the time the convention was over, there were only a handful of likes, and my brain couldn’t stop wondering if Bailey was one of them.

It’s day two of the convention now, the last day. Henry and I get into our costumes– or as we’d like to call them, cardboard fits– in the men’s room. We met up with the movie’s director and writer back at the booth, where they handed me a box with a half-pint of milk tied to it with a pink ribbon. There’s a note attached to it.

Which side of a turkey has the most feathers? I unfold the paper for the answer.

The outside! ~B

I crack a smile and inwardly scold myself for enjoying a bad joke so much.

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“Mom, don’t worry, I got it. Go home and rest.” My mom is insisting that she stay late to help with the cleanup despite her early shift tomorrow.

“Well, I could stay just a bit longer. It’s dark out, and I’d hate for you to haul this heavy set-up yourself.”

“Mom. I promise. I’ll be fine. Now go home, you know you’ll be cranky if you aren’t asleep in ten minutes.”

“Oh poppycock! Well, if you won’t even give me a box to take out for you, I suppose there really is no point in staying. Sometimes, I wish you weren’t so stubborn.”

“I learn from the best.” I kiss her cheek and wish her a good night.

She’s right, though. This table is heavy. I’ll have to make another trip back for the last of my bracelets and necklaces. Folding up the bulky table, I attempt to lift it, scraping my knuckles in the process.

Really wish the strap on my last one hadn’t broken. I thought that a plastic handle would’ve been more secure, but some genius thought it best to embed the thing inside the table. And for what? A cleaner look? The damned thing isn’t going to look very clean after it's covered in my blood.

“Here.” A deep voice chuckled behind me. “Allow me.” Gavin picks up the table like it weighs nothing. He no longer has the Derek Jailer costume. Instead, he wears a tight-fitting black t-shirt with dark green cargo pants.

“Gavin? You don’t have to help me. I’m able to handle it.”

“I want to help you. It’s dark out. It would be a shame if you fell and got hurt.”

“When did you meet my mother?” I tease. He laughs with me.

“Here, I’ll walk you to your car.” I grab the tote and show him the way to my glimmering blue pickup truck, all the way in the back. It’s the newest thing I own, and I bought it purely for selling my wares.

He opens the tailgate and slides the table in. I hand him the tote, which he sets on the table with ease.

“Hey!” He opens the tote and pulls out a bracelet with a pattern of orange, blue, and brown beads. A silver rectangle lies in the middle of it. “Is this what I think it is?”

“It’s Derek Jailer inspired, yeah.” He admires the piece as I talk. “I don’t have the money to buy any of the licensing for actual Rotten Beasts merchandise. So we have to settle for colorful beads and a charm that’s supposed to represent the sword on his military patch.”

“Here, help me put it on.” He crouches down in the truck bed so I can fiddle with the golden clasp. “How’s it look?” He holds his wrist next to his face, shaking the glass beads together.

“Like it belongs there.”

He laughs. “You know. Commander Jailer has way more medals than this.”

“Yeah, but–” you were looking right at me through the screen when he earned those ones, “–these colors looked the best together.”

He takes another gander at it. “Yeah, you’re right. How much?”

I shake my head at him. “Keep it.”

“No, I’m gonna pay you. How much?”

“I sell the bracelets for fifteen, but really I shouldn’t be charging–” Gavin takes my hand, placing three five-dollar bills in it.

“Nonsense. You’re selling it. I’m going to pay for it.”

“Okay.” I crumple the bills in my fist. He watches me, focused on my knuckles.

“What happened?” He runs a finger across the small dots of dry blood, gently. Being so careful not to put any pressure on it.

“Oh, that? I always get scraped up by the stupid table. Thanks to you though,” I emphasize the cash in my hand. “I’ve at least sold enough for a different one.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

His head falls to my hand, kissing each scuff mark. He looks at me, dark eyes peering into my soul. Just waiting for my reaction. I’m paralyzed in the silence, my face burning up. His plush lips wrap around each small joint, tickling me with the barest brush of his tongue. Gavin held my gaze the entire time, paying close attention to how my face glowed brighter and brighter.

Embarrassment clouds my heart. All I can do is cover my mouth with my free hand and break his stare. I feel so immature, reacting so strongly to just a kiss on my hand.

His lips move upwards, caressing the top of my hand and past my wrist. One. Two. Three. Then my elbow. Four. Five. Six. My shoulder. Seven. Eight. Gavin’s soft voice lies warm in my ear.

“You’re very beautiful, Bailey.” His fingers glide to the tip of my chin. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind all day.”

“Because of the donuts?”

He chuckles, "Partially because of the donuts. Mostly because of your voice, and your charming laugh.”

“My laugh?” My eyes land on him, confused.

He nods. “Yes, it's so sweet. Like chocolate filled with peanuts. I can’t help but wonder what it tastes like.” He jumps down from the bed. All I can see are his hooded eyes, completely mesmerized by how sexy he can make peanuts sound. “Bailey– may I see what it tastes like?”

I speak quietly, the words caught in my throat. “Well– if you’re that curious.”

He takes his time looking at me, drinking in the sight of my face. The moment was everlasting, yet his mouth covered mine in an instant. Soft lips taking the lead, a daring tongue hunting every crease inside me. Little by little, my body lost its strength. Falling into his hold as my subconscious submits to the devilish charmer claiming my lips.

Large, warm arms wrap around my waist, keeping me close. I dragged my fingertips from the hard planes of his abs up to the sensitive skin below his ears, holding him there. I was bending backwards the deeper the kiss got. His tongue was too nimble for me to keep up, the slick muscle brushing and teasing behind my teeth. My mind was a melting mess of nonsense, forgetting how to even take a proper breath. Then, the kiss breaks. A slick, quiet pop reaches my ear, bringing me back to reality.

“Well?– How did it taste?” I asked him.

“Like– like–” He never told me. Just spun me around to the side of the truck, pinning me against the bed wall.

An ache swelled in my inner thigh as he forced my leg on his hip. I wasn’t kissed this time. I was devoured. Only living to satiate the hunger of a wild beast. The air in my lungs was forcefully ripped out of me, taking my thoughts with it. His hips gnashed against mine, a strong force suffocating my clit. I ripped myself away from him to catch my breath, and he latched onto my neck. Hard teeth with a gliding tongue, and I had to hold his shoulders for support.

“Oh, more. I need more.” That was all I could say. It was all I could whine.

His hand travels up from the back of my knee to the bottom of my ass. Jittering nerves run through my body as he digs into the flesh between my thigh and rear through the jeans. He laughs into me as I squirm from the ticklish sensation.

“Are you okay? You seem uncomfortable.”

“Yeah– yeah– just, never knew I was so sensitive–” he slowly carves a long line below my ass cheek, ruthlessly teasing me. “–there. I didn’t know I was so sensitive– there.”

“You’re so fun to play with, Bailey. So cute and–” he takes a long lick up my neck. I couldn’t help the moan or stop my leg from wrapping around his waist. “–responsive. I wonder what else could be so tender.”

His hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt. Warmth bloomed on my stomach where his palms had settled. The touch was heating my torso as his hands climbed and slipped under my bra. With one breast in each hand, Gavin massaged the curves. His breath grew heavy in my ear as he played. The attention on my breasts was paused for him to follow the band and unclasp the garment from the back. Now, with the confinement of my bra loosened, Gavin circled back to spin my nipples between his fingers. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop my throes of pleasure from reaching the sky above.

“Oh, Bailey– you sound so beautiful.” He kisses the nape of my neck before pulling it past his lips. My pulse pounded against his tongue as he had me melting under him. I grab hold of his shoulders and tilt my head to gain more mind-melting pleasure.

“Gavin?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“Mmhmm.”

He takes out his wallet and fumbles around inside. I lay kisses on his jaw as he pulls out the half-open wrapper.

“Well, I did have one.”

“Don’t worry. There’s a late-night convenience store up the road.”

“Perfect.” He flashes me a smile with every pretty white tooth on display.

All feedback is appreciated 😊

Alright, the booth is all set up, the cashbox is filled, and lunch is under the table. Am I forgetting anything? This is my first time selling at a convention. The vendor markets aren’t this elaborate. I don’t know if anyone will see my station.

The area around me is packed with colorful booths selling plushies, pins, stickers, and just all the stuff that makes the geek in me go crazy. I suppose if I don’t sell anything, I can still enjoy the convention. Gavin Layne tweeted that he’d be here to meet fans. I’d been obsessed with him since the first Attack of the Rotten Beasts movie. I’m basically a legal stalker at this point.

I know his favorite movies, who he’s friends with, everything about his cats, and that he loves the maple bacon donut from Hurts. That’s why I bought two of them as a gift. They’re in a sealed box next to my own lunch.

After watching him kill it as Derek Jailer, I was inspired to start making and selling my jewelry. There was something about the way his hair and eyes shined on the screen that jolted my brain. All I wanna do is drown him in jewels and make him shine brighter.

It reaches 11 real quick, and I decide to leave my mom in charge of the sales while I take an early lunch. With a donut box in hand, I push my way through the large crowd in the sellers’ section of the building. I was placed at the edge of it, close to the meet-and-greet area that Gavin would be at.

This place was even more crowded than the sellers’ spot. I couldn’t even see in front of me, let alone look for the Rotten Beasts stand. Nevertheless, I pushed forward, desperately looking around me. I was halfway through the stalls before I saw him across the sea of con-goers.

Wearing the military uniform from his movie was Gavin Layne. He didn’t say anything about it being a character meet-and-greet online. His bright white suit was decorated in a variety of colorful medals. I knew exactly how Derek Jailer earned every one of them. The gold hemming on his costume gave his dark hair and eyes that same magical glow, even without the screen.

Being protective of Gavin’s gift, I wormed my way through the crowd once more until a large Rotten Beasts movie poster was in front of me. Off to the side, Gavin stood there chatting with his co-star, who was also in full costume. Despite the crowd, there was no line to meet the actors.

Mustering up all my courage, I spoke as loud and proud as my nerves would let me. “Excuse me?”

Gavin turned to face me. His faint smile grew bigger. “Hello, are you a fan of Attack of the Rotten Beasts?”

“Huge. I loved watching you as Commander Jailer. It was like seeing him in a whole new light.”

“Well, thank you. I did my best to portray him as someone with more depth than an ordinary soldier.”

“You did a really good job. Oh, this is for you.”

Handing him the box, his eyes widened, and his smile showed his beautiful teeth. “Shut up! Did you get me Hurt’s Donuts? Oh, they’re maple bacon too!” His co-star tries to slide a sly hand to the box, which promptly gets slapped. “Get your own!”

Giggling, I pull out my phone. “Any chance I could get a photo?”

“For you, anything.”I hand my phone to his co-star as Gavin sets down the box.

Being so close to him reminds me of the group photo scene at the end of the movie. Derek Jailer was wearing his iconic stoic face. His fighting companion and costar, Rowan Graves, told him a dad joke so Derek would smile for the photo. That was the only time Derek had any kind of smirk in the film.

“Hey, Gavin.”

“Yeah?”

“What has five toes but isn’t your foot?”

“What?” He asked, confused.

“My foot.”

“Huh? I–” there was a short bit of silence as he processed the joke before letting out a laugh. “Oh my God. That was so bad.”

“Got it.” His co-star spoke up after he snapped the photo.

“You know I would’ve smiled without the need for a joke.”

“Feels like a crime to pass up a good opportunity to make someone smile.” I take my phone back and look at the photo. Gavin and I looked like two old friends that were catching up, us both wearing full smiles as he crouched for his taller body to fit in the frame. “Thanks for the photo, I gotta go now though. Maybe I can visit again tomorrow.”

“Anytime. Don’t be shy. Especially if you’re bringing more donuts, uh…”

“Bailey,” I giggle.

“Bailey.” He says my name so firmly, almost like his only goal is to burn it to memory.

“I’ll keep a note. Enjoy the donuts.” I wave the two goodbye on my way back to Mom.

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Bailey. She was cute. A brunette with fading, light pink strands in her hair, and striking blue eyes that crinkled a bit with her button nose when she smiled– and her laugh. Maybe she was awkward or shy, but the way she laughed was almost like it was crafted just for me.

Henry sends me on break, holding the meet-and-greet himself. Not like there’s been anyone to really meet or greet. Despite Attack of the Rotten Beasts having a large fandom, the movie wasn’t really perceived all too well. I can only think about how my creative take on the main character is the cause of that. Henry has told me not to worry, but I’ve seen those comments online. Everyone hated seeing Derek Jailer having more than just a robotic look to him.

It ruined his charm. He would never be so happy. The actors should really look at the original comics.

I read them all. Despite that, I still believe that Derek being seen as more human would really benefit the entire story. The directors must think so too– and Bailey.

I look at the box of donuts on the table, next to my finished fast food slop. Her words play over and over in my mind. A whole new light. It felt so good to be seen by someone that didn’t just throw a stream of endless hate my way. I take a photo of the open box and tweet it, joking about how I would’ve brought some milk today if I knew I was going to get spoiled with pastries. By the time the convention was over, there were only a handful of likes, and my brain couldn’t stop wondering if Bailey was one of them.

It’s day two of the convention now, the last day. Henry and I get into our costumes– or as we’d like to call them, cardboard fits– in the men’s room. We met up with the movie’s director and writer back at the booth, where they handed me a box with a half-pint of milk tied to it with a pink ribbon. There’s a note attached to it.

Which side of a turkey has the most feathers? I unfold the paper for the answer.

The outside! ~B

I crack a smile and inwardly scold myself for enjoying a bad joke so much.

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“Mom, don’t worry, I got it. Go home and rest.” My mom is insisting that she stay late to help with the cleanup despite her early shift tomorrow.

“Well, I could stay just a bit longer. It’s dark out, and I’d hate for you to haul this heavy set-up yourself.”

“Mom. I promise. I’ll be fine. Now go home, you know you’ll be cranky if you aren’t asleep in ten minutes.”

“Oh poppycock! Well, if you won’t even give me a box to take out for you, I suppose there really is no point in staying. Sometimes, I wish you weren’t so stubborn.”

“I learn from the best.” I kiss her cheek and wish her a good night.

She’s right, though. This table is heavy. I’ll have to make another trip back for the last of my bracelets and necklaces. Folding up the bulky table, I attempt to lift it, scraping my knuckles in the process.

Really wish the strap on my last one hadn’t broken. I thought that a plastic handle would’ve been more secure, but some genius thought it best to embed the thing inside the table. And for what? A cleaner look? The damned thing isn’t going to look very clean after it's covered in my blood.

“Here.” A deep voice chuckled behind me. “Allow me.” Gavin picks up the table like it weighs nothing. He no longer has the Derek Jailer costume. Instead, he wears a tight-fitting black t-shirt with dark green cargo pants.

“Gavin? You don’t have to help me. I’m able to handle it.”

“I want to help you. It’s dark out. It would be a shame if you fell and got hurt.”

“When did you meet my mother?” I tease. He laughs with me.

“Here, I’ll walk you to your car.” I grab the tote and show him the way to my glimmering blue pickup truck, all the way in the back. It’s the newest thing I own, and I bought it purely for selling my wares.

He opens the tailgate and slides the table in. I hand him the tote, which he sets on the table with ease.

“Hey!” He opens the tote and pulls out a bracelet with a pattern of orange, blue, and brown beads. A silver rectangle lies in the middle of it. “Is this what I think it is?”

“It’s Derek Jailer inspired, yeah.” He admires the piece as I talk. “I don’t have the money to buy any of the licensing for actual Rotten Beasts merchandise. So we have to settle for colorful beads and a charm that’s supposed to represent the sword on his military patch.”

“Here, help me put it on.” He crouches down in the truck bed so I can fiddle with the golden clasp. “How’s it look?” He holds his wrist next to his face, shaking the glass beads together.

“Like it belongs there.”

He laughs. “You know. Commander Jailer has way more medals than this.”

“Yeah, but–” you were looking right at me through the screen when he earned those ones, “–these colors looked the best together.”

He takes another gander at it. “Yeah, you’re right. How much?”

I shake my head at him. “Keep it.”

“No, I’m gonna pay you. How much?”

“I sell the bracelets for fifteen, but really I shouldn’t be charging–” Gavin takes my hand, placing three five-dollar bills in it.

“Nonsense. You’re selling it. I’m going to pay for it.”

“Okay.” I crumple the bills in my fist. He watches me, focused on my knuckles.

“What happened?” He runs a finger across the small dots of dry blood, gently. Being so careful not to put any pressure on it.

“Oh, that? I always get scraped up by the stupid table. Thanks to you though,” I emphasize the cash in my hand. “I’ve at least sold enough for a different one.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

His head falls to my hand, kissing each scuff mark. He looks at me, dark eyes peering into my soul. Just waiting for my reaction. I’m paralyzed in the silence, my face burning up. His plush lips wrap around each small joint, tickling me with the barest brush of his tongue. Gavin held my gaze the entire time, paying close attention to how my face glowed brighter and brighter.

Embarrassment clouds my heart. All I can do is cover my mouth with my free hand and break his stare. I feel so immature, reacting so strongly to just a kiss on my hand.

His lips move upwards, caressing the top of my hand and past my wrist. One. Two. Three. Then my elbow. Four. Five. Six. My shoulder. Seven. Eight. Gavin’s soft voice lies warm in my ear.

“You’re very beautiful, Bailey.” His fingers glide to the tip of my chin. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind all day.”

“Because of the donuts?”

He chuckles, "Partially because of the donuts. Mostly because of your voice, and your charming laugh.”

“My laugh?” My eyes land on him, confused.

He nods. “Yes, it's so sweet. Like chocolate filled with peanuts. I can’t help but wonder what it tastes like.” He jumps down from the bed. All I can see are his hooded eyes, completely mesmerized by how sexy he can make peanuts sound. “Bailey– may I see what it tastes like?”

I speak quietly, the words caught in my throat. “Well– if you’re that curious.”

He takes his time looking at me, drinking in the sight of my face. The moment was everlasting, yet his mouth covered mine in an instant. Soft lips taking the lead, a daring tongue hunting every crease inside me. Little by little, my body lost its strength. Falling into his hold as my subconscious submits to the devilish charmer claiming my lips.

Large, warm arms wrap around my waist, keeping me close. I dragged my fingertips from the hard planes of his abs up to the sensitive skin below his ears, holding him there. I was bending backwards the deeper the kiss got. His tongue was too nimble for me to keep up, the slick muscle brushing and teasing behind my teeth. My mind was a melting mess of nonsense, forgetting how to even take a proper breath. Then, the kiss breaks. A slick, quiet pop reaches my ear, bringing me back to reality.

“Well?– How did it taste?” I asked him.

“Like– like–” He never told me. Just spun me around to the side of the truck, pinning me against the bed wall.

An ache swelled in my inner thigh as he forced my leg on his hip. I wasn’t kissed this time. I was devoured. Only living to satiate the hunger of a wild beast. The air in my lungs was forcefully ripped out of me, taking my thoughts with it. His hips gnashed against mine, a strong force suffocating my clit. I ripped myself away from him to catch my breath, and he latched onto my neck. Hard teeth with a gliding tongue, and I had to hold his shoulders for support.

“Oh, more. I need more.” That was all I could say. It was all I could whine.

His hand travels up from the back of my knee to the bottom of my ass. Jittering nerves run through my body as he digs into the flesh between my thigh and rear through the jeans. He laughs into me as I squirm from the ticklish sensation.

“Are you okay? You seem uncomfortable.”

“Yeah– yeah– just, never knew I was so sensitive–” he slowly carves a long line below my ass cheek, ruthlessly teasing me. “–there. I didn’t know I was so sensitive– there.”

“You’re so fun to play with, Bailey. So cute and–” he takes a long lick up my neck. I couldn’t help the moan or stop my leg from wrapping around his waist. “–responsive. I wonder what else could be so tender.”

His hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt. Warmth bloomed on my stomach where his palms had settled. The touch was heating my torso as his hands climbed and slipped under my bra. With one breast in each hand, Gavin massaged the curves. His breath grew heavy in my ear as he played. The attention on my breasts was paused for him to follow the band and unclasp the garment from the back. Now, with the confinement of my bra loosened, Gavin circled back to spin my nipples between his fingers. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop my throes of pleasure from reaching the sky above.

“Oh, Bailey– you sound so beautiful.” He kisses the nape of my neck before pulling it past his lips. My pulse pounded against his tongue as he had me melting under him. I grab hold of his shoulders and tilt my head to gain more mind-melting pleasure.

“Gavin?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“Mmhmm.”

He takes out his wallet and fumbles around inside. I lay kisses on his jaw as he pulls out the half-open wrapper.

“Well, I did have one.”

“Don’t worry. There’s a late-night convenience store up the road.”

“Perfect.” He flashes me a smile with every pretty white tooth on display.

All feedback is appreciated 😊

Alright, the booth is all set up, the cashbox is filled, and lunch is under the table. Am I forgetting anything? This is my first time selling at a convention. The vendor markets aren’t this elaborate. I don’t know if anyone will see my station.

The area around me is packed with colorful booths selling plushies, pins, stickers, and just all the stuff that makes the geek in me go crazy. I suppose if I don’t sell anything, I can still enjoy the convention. Gavin Layne tweeted that he’d be here to meet fans. I’d been obsessed with him since the first Attack of the Rotten Beasts movie. I’m basically a legal stalker at this point.

I know his favorite movies, who he’s friends with, everything about his cats, and that he loves the maple bacon donut from Hurts. That’s why I bought two of them as a gift. They’re in a sealed box next to my own lunch.

After watching him kill it as Derek Jailer, I was inspired to start making and selling my jewelry. There was something about the way his hair and eyes shined on the screen that jolted my brain. All I wanna do is drown him in jewels and make him shine brighter.

It reaches 11 real quick, and I decide to leave my mom in charge of the sales while I take an early lunch. With a donut box in hand, I push my way through the large crowd in the sellers’ section of the building. I was placed at the edge of it, close to the meet-and-greet area that Gavin would be at.

This place was even more crowded than the sellers’ spot. I couldn’t even see in front of me, let alone look for the Rotten Beasts stand. Nevertheless, I pushed forward, desperately looking around me. I was halfway through the stalls before I saw him across the sea of con-goers.

Wearing the military uniform from his movie was Gavin Layne. He didn’t say anything about it being a character meet-and-greet online. His bright white suit was decorated in a variety of colorful medals. I knew exactly how Derek Jailer earned every one of them. The gold hemming on his costume gave his dark hair and eyes that same magical glow, even without the screen.

Being protective of Gavin’s gift, I wormed my way through the crowd once more until a large Rotten Beasts movie poster was in front of me. Off to the side, Gavin stood there chatting with his co-star, who was also in full costume. Despite the crowd, there was no line to meet the actors.

Mustering up all my courage, I spoke as loud and proud as my nerves would let me. “Excuse me?”

Gavin turned to face me. His faint smile grew bigger. “Hello, are you a fan of Attack of the Rotten Beasts?”

“Huge. I loved watching you as Commander Jailer. It was like seeing him in a whole new light.”

“Well, thank you. I did my best to portray him as someone with more depth than an ordinary soldier.”

“You did a really good job. Oh, this is for you.”

Handing him the box, his eyes widened, and his smile showed his beautiful teeth. “Shut up! Did you get me Hurt’s Donuts? Oh, they’re maple bacon too!” His co-star tries to slide a sly hand to the box, which promptly gets slapped. “Get your own!”

Giggling, I pull out my phone. “Any chance I could get a photo?”

“For you, anything.”I hand my phone to his co-star as Gavin sets down the box.

Being so close to him reminds me of the group photo scene at the end of the movie. Derek Jailer was wearing his iconic stoic face. His fighting companion and costar, Rowan Graves, told him a dad joke so Derek would smile for the photo. That was the only time Derek had any kind of smirk in the film.

“Hey, Gavin.”

“Yeah?”

“What has five toes but isn’t your foot?”

“What?” He asked, confused.

“My foot.”

“Huh? I–” there was a short bit of silence as he processed the joke before letting out a laugh. “Oh my God. That was so bad.”

“Got it.” His co-star spoke up after he snapped the photo.

“You know I would’ve smiled without the need for a joke.”

“Feels like a crime to pass up a good opportunity to make someone smile.” I take my phone back and look at the photo. Gavin and I looked like two old friends that were catching up, us both wearing full smiles as he crouched for his taller body to fit in the frame. “Thanks for the photo, I gotta go now though. Maybe I can visit again tomorrow.”

“Anytime. Don’t be shy. Especially if you’re bringing more donuts, uh…”

“Bailey,” I giggle.

“Bailey.” He says my name so firmly, almost like his only goal is to burn it to memory.

“I’ll keep a note. Enjoy the donuts.” I wave the two goodbye on my way back to Mom.

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Bailey. She was cute. A brunette with fading, light pink strands in her hair, and striking blue eyes that crinkled a bit with her button nose when she smiled– and her laugh. Maybe she was awkward or shy, but the way she laughed was almost like it was crafted just for me.

Henry sends me on break, holding the meet-and-greet himself. Not like there’s been anyone to really meet or greet. Despite Attack of the Rotten Beasts having a large fandom, the movie wasn’t really perceived all too well. I can only think about how my creative take on the main character is the cause of that. Henry has told me not to worry, but I’ve seen those comments online. Everyone hated seeing Derek Jailer having more than just a robotic look to him.

It ruined his charm. He would never be so happy. The actors should really look at the original comics.

I read them all. Despite that, I still believe that Derek being seen as more human would really benefit the entire story. The directors must think so too– and Bailey.

I look at the box of donuts on the table, next to my finished fast food slop. Her words play over and over in my mind. A whole new light. It felt so good to be seen by someone that didn’t just throw a stream of endless hate my way. I take a photo of the open box and tweet it, joking about how I would’ve brought some milk today if I knew I was going to get spoiled with pastries. By the time the convention was over, there were only a handful of likes, and my brain couldn’t stop wondering if Bailey was one of them.

It’s day two of the convention now, the last day. Henry and I get into our costumes– or as we’d like to call them, cardboard fits– in the men’s room. We met up with the movie’s director and writer back at the booth, where they handed me a box with a half-pint of milk tied to it with a pink ribbon. There’s a note attached to it.

Which side of a turkey has the most feathers? I unfold the paper for the answer.

The outside! ~B

I crack a smile and inwardly scold myself for enjoying a bad joke so much.

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“Mom, don’t worry, I got it. Go home and rest.” My mom is insisting that she stay late to help with the cleanup despite her early shift tomorrow.

“Well, I could stay just a bit longer. It’s dark out, and I’d hate for you to haul this heavy set-up yourself.”

“Mom. I promise. I’ll be fine. Now go home, you know you’ll be cranky if you aren’t asleep in ten minutes.”

“Oh poppycock! Well, if you won’t even give me a box to take out for you, I suppose there really is no point in staying. Sometimes, I wish you weren’t so stubborn.”

“I learn from the best.” I kiss her cheek and wish her a good night.

She’s right, though. This table is heavy. I’ll have to make another trip back for the last of my bracelets and necklaces. Folding up the bulky table, I attempt to lift it, scraping my knuckles in the process.

Really wish the strap on my last one hadn’t broken. I thought that a plastic handle would’ve been more secure, but some genius thought it best to embed the thing inside the table. And for what? A cleaner look? The damned thing isn’t going to look very clean after it's covered in my blood.

“Here.” A deep voice chuckled behind me. “Allow me.” Gavin picks up the table like it weighs nothing. He no longer has the Derek Jailer costume. Instead, he wears a tight-fitting black t-shirt with dark green cargo pants.

“Gavin? You don’t have to help me. I’m able to handle it.”

“I want to help you. It’s dark out. It would be a shame if you fell and got hurt.”

“When did you meet my mother?” I tease. He laughs with me.

“Here, I’ll walk you to your car.” I grab the tote and show him the way to my glimmering blue pickup truck, all the way in the back. It’s the newest thing I own, and I bought it purely for selling my wares.

He opens the tailgate and slides the table in. I hand him the tote, which he sets on the table with ease.

“Hey!” He opens the tote and pulls out a bracelet with a pattern of orange, blue, and brown beads. A silver rectangle lies in the middle of it. “Is this what I think it is?”

“It’s Derek Jailer inspired, yeah.” He admires the piece as I talk. “I don’t have the money to buy any of the licensing for actual Rotten Beasts merchandise. So we have to settle for colorful beads and a charm that’s supposed to represent the sword on his military patch.”

“Here, help me put it on.” He crouches down in the truck bed so I can fiddle with the golden clasp. “How’s it look?” He holds his wrist next to his face, shaking the glass beads together.

“Like it belongs there.”

He laughs. “You know. Commander Jailer has way more medals than this.”

“Yeah, but–” you were looking right at me through the screen when he earned those ones, “–these colors looked the best together.”

He takes another gander at it. “Yeah, you’re right. How much?”

I shake my head at him. “Keep it.”

“No, I’m gonna pay you. How much?”

“I sell the bracelets for fifteen, but really I shouldn’t be charging–” Gavin takes my hand, placing three five-dollar bills in it.

“Nonsense. You’re selling it. I’m going to pay for it.”

“Okay.” I crumple the bills in my fist. He watches me, focused on my knuckles.

“What happened?” He runs a finger across the small dots of dry blood, gently. Being so careful not to put any pressure on it.

“Oh, that? I always get scraped up by the stupid table. Thanks to you though,” I emphasize the cash in my hand. “I’ve at least sold enough for a different one.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

His head falls to my hand, kissing each scuff mark. He looks at me, dark eyes peering into my soul. Just waiting for my reaction. I’m paralyzed in the silence, my face burning up. His plush lips wrap around each small joint, tickling me with the barest brush of his tongue. Gavin held my gaze the entire time, paying close attention to how my face glowed brighter and brighter.

Embarrassment clouds my heart. All I can do is cover my mouth with my free hand and break his stare. I feel so immature, reacting so strongly to just a kiss on my hand.

His lips move upwards, caressing the top of my hand and past my wrist. One. Two. Three. Then my elbow. Four. Five. Six. My shoulder. Seven. Eight. Gavin’s soft voice lies warm in my ear.

“You’re very beautiful, Bailey.” His fingers glide to the tip of my chin. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind all day.”

“Because of the donuts?”

He chuckles, "Partially because of the donuts. Mostly because of your voice, and your charming laugh.”

“My laugh?” My eyes land on him, confused.

He nods. “Yes, it's so sweet. Like chocolate filled with peanuts. I can’t help but wonder what it tastes like.” He jumps down from the bed. All I can see are his hooded eyes, completely mesmerized by how sexy he can make peanuts sound. “Bailey– may I see what it tastes like?”

I speak quietly, the words caught in my throat. “Well– if you’re that curious.”

He takes his time looking at me, drinking in the sight of my face. The moment was everlasting, yet his mouth covered mine in an instant. Soft lips taking the lead, a daring tongue hunting every crease inside me. Little by little, my body lost its strength. Falling into his hold as my subconscious submits to the devilish charmer claiming my lips.

Large, warm arms wrap around my waist, keeping me close. I dragged my fingertips from the hard planes of his abs up to the sensitive skin below his ears, holding him there. I was bending backwards the deeper the kiss got. His tongue was too nimble for me to keep up, the slick muscle brushing and teasing behind my teeth. My mind was a melting mess of nonsense, forgetting how to even take a proper breath. Then, the kiss breaks. A slick, quiet pop reaches my ear, bringing me back to reality.

“Well?– How did it taste?” I asked him.

“Like– like–” He never told me. Just spun me around to the side of the truck, pinning me against the bed wall.

An ache swelled in my inner thigh as he forced my leg on his hip. I wasn’t kissed this time. I was devoured. Only living to satiate the hunger of a wild beast. The air in my lungs was forcefully ripped out of me, taking my thoughts with it. His hips gnashed against mine, a strong force suffocating my clit. I ripped myself away from him to catch my breath, and he latched onto my neck. Hard teeth with a gliding tongue, and I had to hold his shoulders for support.

“Oh, more. I need more.” That was all I could say. It was all I could whine.

His hand travels up from the back of my knee to the bottom of my ass. Jittering nerves run through my body as he digs into the flesh between my thigh and rear through the jeans. He laughs into me as I squirm from the ticklish sensation.

“Are you okay? You seem uncomfortable.”

“Yeah– yeah– just, never knew I was so sensitive–” he slowly carves a long line below my ass cheek, ruthlessly teasing me. “–there. I didn’t know I was so sensitive– there.”

“You’re so fun to play with, Bailey. So cute and–” he takes a long lick up my neck. I couldn’t help the moan or stop my leg from wrapping around his waist. “–responsive. I wonder what else could be so tender.”

His hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt. Warmth bloomed on my stomach where his palms had settled. The touch was heating my torso as his hands climbed and slipped under my bra. With one breast in each hand, Gavin massaged the curves. His breath grew heavy in my ear as he played. The attention on my breasts was paused for him to follow the band and unclasp the garment from the back. Now, with the confinement of my bra loosened, Gavin circled back to spin my nipples between his fingers. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop my throes of pleasure from reaching the sky above.

“Oh, Bailey– you sound so beautiful.” He kisses the nape of my neck before pulling it past his lips. My pulse pounded against his tongue as he had me melting under him. I grab hold of his shoulders and tilt my head to gain more mind-melting pleasure.

“Gavin?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“Mmhmm.”

He takes out his wallet and fumbles around inside. I lay kisses on his jaw as he pulls out the half-open wrapper.

“Well, I did have one.”

“Don’t worry. There’s a late-night convenience store up the road.”

“Perfect.” He flashes me a smile with every pretty white tooth on display.

All feedback is appreciated 😊

Alright, the booth is all set up, the cashbox is filled, and lunch is under the table. Am I forgetting anything? This is my first time selling at a convention. The vendor markets aren’t this elaborate. I don’t know if anyone will see my station.

The area around me is packed with colorful booths selling plushies, pins, stickers, and just all the stuff that makes the geek in me go crazy. I suppose if I don’t sell anything, I can still enjoy the convention. Gavin Layne tweeted that he’d be here to meet fans. I’d been obsessed with him since the first Attack of the Rotten Beasts movie. I’m basically a legal stalker at this point.

I know his favorite movies, who he’s friends with, everything about his cats, and that he loves the maple bacon donut from Hurts. That’s why I bought two of them as a gift. They’re in a sealed box next to my own lunch.

After watching him kill it as Derek Jailer, I was inspired to start making and selling my jewelry. There was something about the way his hair and eyes shined on the screen that jolted my brain. All I wanna do is drown him in jewels and make him shine brighter.

It reaches 11 real quick, and I decide to leave my mom in charge of the sales while I take an early lunch. With a donut box in hand, I push my way through the large crowd in the sellers’ section of the building. I was placed at the edge of it, close to the meet-and-greet area that Gavin would be at.

This place was even more crowded than the sellers’ spot. I couldn’t even see in front of me, let alone look for the Rotten Beasts stand. Nevertheless, I pushed forward, desperately looking around me. I was halfway through the stalls before I saw him across the sea of con-goers.

Wearing the military uniform from his movie was Gavin Layne. He didn’t say anything about it being a character meet-and-greet online. His bright white suit was decorated in a variety of colorful medals. I knew exactly how Derek Jailer earned every one of them. The gold hemming on his costume gave his dark hair and eyes that same magical glow, even without the screen.

Being protective of Gavin’s gift, I wormed my way through the crowd once more until a large Rotten Beasts movie poster was in front of me. Off to the side, Gavin stood there chatting with his co-star, who was also in full costume. Despite the crowd, there was no line to meet the actors.

Mustering up all my courage, I spoke as loud and proud as my nerves would let me. “Excuse me?”

Gavin turned to face me. His faint smile grew bigger. “Hello, are you a fan of Attack of the Rotten Beasts?”

“Huge. I loved watching you as Commander Jailer. It was like seeing him in a whole new light.”

“Well, thank you. I did my best to portray him as someone with more depth than an ordinary soldier.”

“You did a really good job. Oh, this is for you.”

Handing him the box, his eyes widened, and his smile showed his beautiful teeth. “Shut up! Did you get me Hurt’s Donuts? Oh, they’re maple bacon too!” His co-star tries to slide a sly hand to the box, which promptly gets slapped. “Get your own!”

Giggling, I pull out my phone. “Any chance I could get a photo?”

“For you, anything.”I hand my phone to his co-star as Gavin sets down the box.

Being so close to him reminds me of the group photo scene at the end of the movie. Derek Jailer was wearing his iconic stoic face. His fighting companion and costar, Rowan Graves, told him a dad joke so Derek would smile for the photo. That was the only time Derek had any kind of smirk in the film.

“Hey, Gavin.”

“Yeah?”

“What has five toes but isn’t your foot?”

“What?” He asked, confused.

“My foot.”

“Huh? I–” there was a short bit of silence as he processed the joke before letting out a laugh. “Oh my God. That was so bad.”

“Got it.” His co-star spoke up after he snapped the photo.

“You know I would’ve smiled without the need for a joke.”

“Feels like a crime to pass up a good opportunity to make someone smile.” I take my phone back and look at the photo. Gavin and I looked like two old friends that were catching up, us both wearing full smiles as he crouched for his taller body to fit in the frame. “Thanks for the photo, I gotta go now though. Maybe I can visit again tomorrow.”

“Anytime. Don’t be shy. Especially if you’re bringing more donuts, uh…”

“Bailey,” I giggle.

“Bailey.” He says my name so firmly, almost like his only goal is to burn it to memory.

“I’ll keep a note. Enjoy the donuts.” I wave the two goodbye on my way back to Mom.

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Bailey. She was cute. A brunette with fading, light pink strands in her hair, and striking blue eyes that crinkled a bit with her button nose when she smiled– and her laugh. Maybe she was awkward or shy, but the way she laughed was almost like it was crafted just for me.

Henry sends me on break, holding the meet-and-greet himself. Not like there’s been anyone to really meet or greet. Despite Attack of the Rotten Beasts having a large fandom, the movie wasn’t really perceived all too well. I can only think about how my creative take on the main character is the cause of that. Henry has told me not to worry, but I’ve seen those comments online. Everyone hated seeing Derek Jailer having more than just a robotic look to him.

It ruined his charm. He would never be so happy. The actors should really look at the original comics.

I read them all. Despite that, I still believe that Derek being seen as more human would really benefit the entire story. The directors must think so too– and Bailey.

I look at the box of donuts on the table, next to my finished fast food slop. Her words play over and over in my mind. A whole new light. It felt so good to be seen by someone that didn’t just throw a stream of endless hate my way. I take a photo of the open box and tweet it, joking about how I would’ve brought some milk today if I knew I was going to get spoiled with pastries. By the time the convention was over, there were only a handful of likes, and my brain couldn’t stop wondering if Bailey was one of them.

It’s day two of the convention now, the last day. Henry and I get into our costumes– or as we’d like to call them, cardboard fits– in the men’s room. We met up with the movie’s director and writer back at the booth, where they handed me a box with a half-pint of milk tied to it with a pink ribbon. There’s a note attached to it.

Which side of a turkey has the most feathers? I unfold the paper for the answer.

The outside! ~B

I crack a smile and inwardly scold myself for enjoying a bad joke so much.

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“Mom, don’t worry, I got it. Go home and rest.” My mom is insisting that she stay late to help with the cleanup despite her early shift tomorrow.

“Well, I could stay just a bit longer. It’s dark out, and I’d hate for you to haul this heavy set-up yourself.”

“Mom. I promise. I’ll be fine. Now go home, you know you’ll be cranky if you aren’t asleep in ten minutes.”

“Oh poppycock! Well, if you won’t even give me a box to take out for you, I suppose there really is no point in staying. Sometimes, I wish you weren’t so stubborn.”

“I learn from the best.” I kiss her cheek and wish her a good night.

She’s right, though. This table is heavy. I’ll have to make another trip back for the last of my bracelets and necklaces. Folding up the bulky table, I attempt to lift it, scraping my knuckles in the process.

Really wish the strap on my last one hadn’t broken. I thought that a plastic handle would’ve been more secure, but some genius thought it best to embed the thing inside the table. And for what? A cleaner look? The damned thing isn’t going to look very clean after it's covered in my blood.

“Here.” A deep voice chuckled behind me. “Allow me.” Gavin picks up the table like it weighs nothing. He no longer has the Derek Jailer costume. Instead, he wears a tight-fitting black t-shirt with dark green cargo pants.

“Gavin? You don’t have to help me. I’m able to handle it.”

“I want to help you. It’s dark out. It would be a shame if you fell and got hurt.”

“When did you meet my mother?” I tease. He laughs with me.

“Here, I’ll walk you to your car.” I grab the tote and show him the way to my glimmering blue pickup truck, all the way in the back. It’s the newest thing I own, and I bought it purely for selling my wares.

He opens the tailgate and slides the table in. I hand him the tote, which he sets on the table with ease.

“Hey!” He opens the tote and pulls out a bracelet with a pattern of orange, blue, and brown beads. A silver rectangle lies in the middle of it. “Is this what I think it is?”

“It’s Derek Jailer inspired, yeah.” He admires the piece as I talk. “I don’t have the money to buy any of the licensing for actual Rotten Beasts merchandise. So we have to settle for colorful beads and a charm that’s supposed to represent the sword on his military patch.”

“Here, help me put it on.” He crouches down in the truck bed so I can fiddle with the golden clasp. “How’s it look?” He holds his wrist next to his face, shaking the glass beads together.

“Like it belongs there.”

He laughs. “You know. Commander Jailer has way more medals than this.”

“Yeah, but–” you were looking right at me through the screen when he earned those ones, “–these colors looked the best together.”

He takes another gander at it. “Yeah, you’re right. How much?”

I shake my head at him. “Keep it.”

“No, I’m gonna pay you. How much?”

“I sell the bracelets for fifteen, but really I shouldn’t be charging–” Gavin takes my hand, placing three five-dollar bills in it.

“Nonsense. You’re selling it. I’m going to pay for it.”

“Okay.” I crumple the bills in my fist. He watches me, focused on my knuckles.

“What happened?” He runs a finger across the small dots of dry blood, gently. Being so careful not to put any pressure on it.

“Oh, that? I always get scraped up by the stupid table. Thanks to you though,” I emphasize the cash in my hand. “I’ve at least sold enough for a different one.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

His head falls to my hand, kissing each scuff mark. He looks at me, dark eyes peering into my soul. Just waiting for my reaction. I’m paralyzed in the silence, my face burning up. His plush lips wrap around each small joint, tickling me with the barest brush of his tongue. Gavin held my gaze the entire time, paying close attention to how my face glowed brighter and brighter.

Embarrassment clouds my heart. All I can do is cover my mouth with my free hand and break his stare. I feel so immature, reacting so strongly to just a kiss on my hand.

His lips move upwards, caressing the top of my hand and past my wrist. One. Two. Three. Then my elbow. Four. Five. Six. My shoulder. Seven. Eight. Gavin’s soft voice lies warm in my ear.

“You’re very beautiful, Bailey.” His fingers glide to the tip of my chin. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind all day.”

“Because of the donuts?”

He chuckles, "Partially because of the donuts. Mostly because of your voice, and your charming laugh.”

“My laugh?” My eyes land on him, confused.

He nods. “Yes, it's so sweet. Like chocolate filled with peanuts. I can’t help but wonder what it tastes like.” He jumps down from the bed. All I can see are his hooded eyes, completely mesmerized by how sexy he can make peanuts sound. “Bailey– may I see what it tastes like?”

I speak quietly, the words caught in my throat. “Well– if you’re that curious.”

He takes his time looking at me, drinking in the sight of my face. The moment was everlasting, yet his mouth covered mine in an instant. Soft lips taking the lead, a daring tongue hunting every crease inside me. Little by little, my body lost its strength. Falling into his hold as my subconscious submits to the devilish charmer claiming my lips.

Large, warm arms wrap around my waist, keeping me close. I dragged my fingertips from the hard planes of his abs up to the sensitive skin below his ears, holding him there. I was bending backwards the deeper the kiss got. His tongue was too nimble for me to keep up, the slick muscle brushing and teasing behind my teeth. My mind was a melting mess of nonsense, forgetting how to even take a proper breath. Then, the kiss breaks. A slick, quiet pop reaches my ear, bringing me back to reality.

“Well?– How did it taste?” I asked him.

“Like– like–” He never told me. Just spun me around to the side of the truck, pinning me against the bed wall.

An ache swelled in my inner thigh as he forced my leg on his hip. I wasn’t kissed this time. I was devoured. Only living to satiate the hunger of a wild beast. The air in my lungs was forcefully ripped out of me, taking my thoughts with it. His hips gnashed against mine, a strong force suffocating my clit. I ripped myself away from him to catch my breath, and he latched onto my neck. Hard teeth with a gliding tongue, and I had to hold his shoulders for support.

“Oh, more. I need more.” That was all I could say. It was all I could whine.

His hand travels up from the back of my knee to the bottom of my ass. Jittering nerves run through my body as he digs into the flesh between my thigh and rear through the jeans. He laughs into me as I squirm from the ticklish sensation.

“Are you okay? You seem uncomfortable.”

“Yeah– yeah– just, never knew I was so sensitive–” he slowly carves a long line below my ass cheek, ruthlessly teasing me. “–there. I didn’t know I was so sensitive– there.”

“You’re so fun to play with, Bailey. So cute and–” he takes a long lick up my neck. I couldn’t help the moan or stop my leg from wrapping around his waist. “–responsive. I wonder what else could be so tender.”

His hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt. Warmth bloomed on my stomach where his palms had settled. The touch was heating my torso as his hands climbed and slipped under my bra. With one breast in each hand, Gavin massaged the curves. His breath grew heavy in my ear as he played. The attention on my breasts was paused for him to follow the band and unclasp the garment from the back. Now, with the confinement of my bra loosened, Gavin circled back to spin my nipples between his fingers. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop my throes of pleasure from reaching the sky above.

“Oh, Bailey– you sound so beautiful.” He kisses the nape of my neck before pulling it past his lips. My pulse pounded against his tongue as he had me melting under him. I grab hold of his shoulders and tilt my head to gain more mind-melting pleasure.

“Gavin?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“Mmhmm.”

He takes out his wallet and fumbles around inside. I lay kisses on his jaw as he pulls out the half-open wrapper.

“Well, I did have one.”

“Don’t worry. There’s a late-night convenience store up the road.”

“Perfect.” He flashes me a smile with every pretty white tooth on display.

All feedback is appreciated 😊

Alright, the booth is all set up, the cashbox is filled, and lunch is under the table. Am I forgetting anything? This is my first time selling at a convention. The vendor markets aren’t this elaborate. I don’t know if anyone will see my station.

The area around me is packed with colorful booths selling plushies, pins, stickers, and just all the stuff that makes the geek in me go crazy. I suppose if I don’t sell anything, I can still enjoy the convention. Gavin Layne tweeted that he’d be here to meet fans. I’d been obsessed with him since the first Attack of the Rotten Beasts movie. I’m basically a legal stalker at this point.

I know his favorite movies, who he’s friends with, everything about his cats, and that he loves the maple bacon donut from Hurts. That’s why I bought two of them as a gift. They’re in a sealed box next to my own lunch.

After watching him kill it as Derek Jailer, I was inspired to start making and selling my jewelry. There was something about the way his hair and eyes shined on the screen that jolted my brain. All I wanna do is drown him in jewels and make him shine brighter.

It reaches 11 real quick, and I decide to leave my mom in charge of the sales while I take an early lunch. With a donut box in hand, I push my way through the large crowd in the sellers’ section of the building. I was placed at the edge of it, close to the meet-and-greet area that Gavin would be at.

This place was even more crowded than the sellers’ spot. I couldn’t even see in front of me, let alone look for the Rotten Beasts stand. Nevertheless, I pushed forward, desperately looking around me. I was halfway through the stalls before I saw him across the sea of con-goers.

Wearing the military uniform from his movie was Gavin Layne. He didn’t say anything about it being a character meet-and-greet online. His bright white suit was decorated in a variety of colorful medals. I knew exactly how Derek Jailer earned every one of them. The gold hemming on his costume gave his dark hair and eyes that same magical glow, even without the screen.

Being protective of Gavin’s gift, I wormed my way through the crowd once more until a large Rotten Beasts movie poster was in front of me. Off to the side, Gavin stood there chatting with his co-star, who was also in full costume. Despite the crowd, there was no line to meet the actors.

Mustering up all my courage, I spoke as loud and proud as my nerves would let me. “Excuse me?”

Gavin turned to face me. His faint smile grew bigger. “Hello, are you a fan of Attack of the Rotten Beasts?”

“Huge. I loved watching you as Commander Jailer. It was like seeing him in a whole new light.”

“Well, thank you. I did my best to portray him as someone with more depth than an ordinary soldier.”

“You did a really good job. Oh, this is for you.”

Handing him the box, his eyes widened, and his smile showed his beautiful teeth. “Shut up! Did you get me Hurt’s Donuts? Oh, they’re maple bacon too!” His co-star tries to slide a sly hand to the box, which promptly gets slapped. “Get your own!”

Giggling, I pull out my phone. “Any chance I could get a photo?”

“For you, anything.”I hand my phone to his co-star as Gavin sets down the box.

Being so close to him reminds me of the group photo scene at the end of the movie. Derek Jailer was wearing his iconic stoic face. His fighting companion and costar, Rowan Graves, told him a dad joke so Derek would smile for the photo. That was the only time Derek had any kind of smirk in the film.

“Hey, Gavin.”

“Yeah?”

“What has five toes but isn’t your foot?”

“What?” He asked, confused.

“My foot.”

“Huh? I–” there was a short bit of silence as he processed the joke before letting out a laugh. “Oh my God. That was so bad.”

“Got it.” His co-star spoke up after he snapped the photo.

“You know I would’ve smiled without the need for a joke.”

“Feels like a crime to pass up a good opportunity to make someone smile.” I take my phone back and look at the photo. Gavin and I looked like two old friends that were catching up, us both wearing full smiles as he crouched for his taller body to fit in the frame. “Thanks for the photo, I gotta go now though. Maybe I can visit again tomorrow.”

“Anytime. Don’t be shy. Especially if you’re bringing more donuts, uh…”

“Bailey,” I giggle.

“Bailey.” He says my name so firmly, almost like his only goal is to burn it to memory.

“I’ll keep a note. Enjoy the donuts.” I wave the two goodbye on my way back to Mom.

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Bailey. She was cute. A brunette with fading, light pink strands in her hair, and striking blue eyes that crinkled a bit with her button nose when she smiled– and her laugh. Maybe she was awkward or shy, but the way she laughed was almost like it was crafted just for me.

Henry sends me on break, holding the meet-and-greet himself. Not like there’s been anyone to really meet or greet. Despite Attack of the Rotten Beasts having a large fandom, the movie wasn’t really perceived all too well. I can only think about how my creative take on the main character is the cause of that. Henry has told me not to worry, but I’ve seen those comments online. Everyone hated seeing Derek Jailer having more than just a robotic look to him.

It ruined his charm. He would never be so happy. The actors should really look at the original comics.

I read them all. Despite that, I still believe that Derek being seen as more human would really benefit the entire story. The directors must think so too– and Bailey.

I look at the box of donuts on the table, next to my finished fast food slop. Her words play over and over in my mind. A whole new light. It felt so good to be seen by someone that didn’t just throw a stream of endless hate my way. I take a photo of the open box and tweet it, joking about how I would’ve brought some milk today if I knew I was going to get spoiled with pastries. By the time the convention was over, there were only a handful of likes, and my brain couldn’t stop wondering if Bailey was one of them.

It’s day two of the convention now, the last day. Henry and I get into our costumes– or as we’d like to call them, cardboard fits– in the men’s room. We met up with the movie’s director and writer back at the booth, where they handed me a box with a half-pint of milk tied to it with a pink ribbon. There’s a note attached to it.

Which side of a turkey has the most feathers? I unfold the paper for the answer.

The outside! ~B

I crack a smile and inwardly scold myself for enjoying a bad joke so much.

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“Mom, don’t worry, I got it. Go home and rest.” My mom is insisting that she stay late to help with the cleanup despite her early shift tomorrow.

“Well, I could stay just a bit longer. It’s dark out, and I’d hate for you to haul this heavy set-up yourself.”

“Mom. I promise. I’ll be fine. Now go home, you know you’ll be cranky if you aren’t asleep in ten minutes.”

“Oh poppycock! Well, if you won’t even give me a box to take out for you, I suppose there really is no point in staying. Sometimes, I wish you weren’t so stubborn.”

“I learn from the best.” I kiss her cheek and wish her a good night.

She’s right, though. This table is heavy. I’ll have to make another trip back for the last of my bracelets and necklaces. Folding up the bulky table, I attempt to lift it, scraping my knuckles in the process.

Really wish the strap on my last one hadn’t broken. I thought that a plastic handle would’ve been more secure, but some genius thought it best to embed the thing inside the table. And for what? A cleaner look? The damned thing isn’t going to look very clean after it's covered in my blood.

“Here.” A deep voice chuckled behind me. “Allow me.” Gavin picks up the table like it weighs nothing. He no longer has the Derek Jailer costume. Instead, he wears a tight-fitting black t-shirt with dark green cargo pants.

“Gavin? You don’t have to help me. I’m able to handle it.”

“I want to help you. It’s dark out. It would be a shame if you fell and got hurt.”

“When did you meet my mother?” I tease. He laughs with me.

“Here, I’ll walk you to your car.” I grab the tote and show him the way to my glimmering blue pickup truck, all the way in the back. It’s the newest thing I own, and I bought it purely for selling my wares.

He opens the tailgate and slides the table in. I hand him the tote, which he sets on the table with ease.

“Hey!” He opens the tote and pulls out a bracelet with a pattern of orange, blue, and brown beads. A silver rectangle lies in the middle of it. “Is this what I think it is?”

“It’s Derek Jailer inspired, yeah.” He admires the piece as I talk. “I don’t have the money to buy any of the licensing for actual Rotten Beasts merchandise. So we have to settle for colorful beads and a charm that’s supposed to represent the sword on his military patch.”

“Here, help me put it on.” He crouches down in the truck bed so I can fiddle with the golden clasp. “How’s it look?” He holds his wrist next to his face, shaking the glass beads together.

“Like it belongs there.”

He laughs. “You know. Commander Jailer has way more medals than this.”

“Yeah, but–” you were looking right at me through the screen when he earned those ones, “–these colors looked the best together.”

He takes another gander at it. “Yeah, you’re right. How much?”

I shake my head at him. “Keep it.”

“No, I’m gonna pay you. How much?”

“I sell the bracelets for fifteen, but really I shouldn’t be charging–” Gavin takes my hand, placing three five-dollar bills in it.

“Nonsense. You’re selling it. I’m going to pay for it.”

“Okay.” I crumple the bills in my fist. He watches me, focused on my knuckles.

“What happened?” He runs a finger across the small dots of dry blood, gently. Being so careful not to put any pressure on it.

“Oh, that? I always get scraped up by the stupid table. Thanks to you though,” I emphasize the cash in my hand. “I’ve at least sold enough for a different one.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

His head falls to my hand, kissing each scuff mark. He looks at me, dark eyes peering into my soul. Just waiting for my reaction. I’m paralyzed in the silence, my face burning up. His plush lips wrap around each small joint, tickling me with the barest brush of his tongue. Gavin held my gaze the entire time, paying close attention to how my face glowed brighter and brighter.

Embarrassment clouds my heart. All I can do is cover my mouth with my free hand and break his stare. I feel so immature, reacting so strongly to just a kiss on my hand.

His lips move upwards, caressing the top of my hand and past my wrist. One. Two. Three. Then my elbow. Four. Five. Six. My shoulder. Seven. Eight. Gavin’s soft voice lies warm in my ear.

“You’re very beautiful, Bailey.” His fingers glide to the tip of my chin. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind all day.”

“Because of the donuts?”

He chuckles, "Partially because of the donuts. Mostly because of your voice, and your charming laugh.”

“My laugh?” My eyes land on him, confused.

He nods. “Yes, it's so sweet. Like chocolate filled with peanuts. I can’t help but wonder what it tastes like.” He jumps down from the bed. All I can see are his hooded eyes, completely mesmerized by how sexy he can make peanuts sound. “Bailey– may I see what it tastes like?”

I speak quietly, the words caught in my throat. “Well– if you’re that curious.”

He takes his time looking at me, drinking in the sight of my face. The moment was everlasting, yet his mouth covered mine in an instant. Soft lips taking the lead, a daring tongue hunting every crease inside me. Little by little, my body lost its strength. Falling into his hold as my subconscious submits to the devilish charmer claiming my lips.

Large, warm arms wrap around my waist, keeping me close. I dragged my fingertips from the hard planes of his abs up to the sensitive skin below his ears, holding him there. I was bending backwards the deeper the kiss got. His tongue was too nimble for me to keep up, the slick muscle brushing and teasing behind my teeth. My mind was a melting mess of nonsense, forgetting how to even take a proper breath. Then, the kiss breaks. A slick, quiet pop reaches my ear, bringing me back to reality.

“Well?– How did it taste?” I asked him.

“Like– like–” He never told me. Just spun me around to the side of the truck, pinning me against the bed wall.

An ache swelled in my inner thigh as he forced my leg on his hip. I wasn’t kissed this time. I was devoured. Only living to satiate the hunger of a wild beast. The air in my lungs was forcefully ripped out of me, taking my thoughts with it. His hips gnashed against mine, a strong force suffocating my clit. I ripped myself away from him to catch my breath, and he latched onto my neck. Hard teeth with a gliding tongue, and I had to hold his shoulders for support.

“Oh, more. I need more.” That was all I could say. It was all I could whine.

His hand travels up from the back of my knee to the bottom of my ass. Jittering nerves run through my body as he digs into the flesh between my thigh and rear through the jeans. He laughs into me as I squirm from the ticklish sensation.

“Are you okay? You seem uncomfortable.”

“Yeah– yeah– just, never knew I was so sensitive–” he slowly carves a long line below my ass cheek, ruthlessly teasing me. “–there. I didn’t know I was so sensitive– there.”

“You’re so fun to play with, Bailey. So cute and–” he takes a long lick up my neck. I couldn’t help the moan or stop my leg from wrapping around his waist. “–responsive. I wonder what else could be so tender.”

His hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt. Warmth bloomed on my stomach where his palms had settled. The touch was heating my torso as his hands climbed and slipped under my bra. With one breast in each hand, Gavin massaged the curves. His breath grew heavy in my ear as he played. The attention on my breasts was paused for him to follow the band and unclasp the garment from the back. Now, with the confinement of my bra loosened, Gavin circled back to spin my nipples between his fingers. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop my throes of pleasure from reaching the sky above.

“Oh, Bailey– you sound so beautiful.” He kisses the nape of my neck before pulling it past his lips. My pulse pounded against his tongue as he had me melting under him. I grab hold of his shoulders and tilt my head to gain more mind-melting pleasure.

“Gavin?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“Mmhmm.”

He takes out his wallet and fumbles around inside. I lay kisses on his jaw as he pulls out the half-open wrapper.

“Well, I did have one.”

“Don’t worry. There’s a late-night convenience store up the road.”

“Perfect.” He flashes me a smile with every pretty white tooth on display.

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Alright, the booth is all set up, the cashbox is filled, and lunch is under the table. Am I forgetting anything? This is my first time selling at a convention. The vendor markets aren’t this elaborate. I don’t know if anyone will see my station.

The area around me is packed with colorful booths selling plushies, pins, stickers, and just all the stuff that makes the geek in me go crazy. I suppose if I don’t sell anything, I can still enjoy the convention. Gavin Layne tweeted that he’d be here to meet fans. I’d been obsessed with him since the first Attack of the Rotten Beasts movie. I’m basically a legal stalker at this point.

I know his favorite movies, who he’s friends with, everything about his cats, and that he loves the maple bacon donut from Hurts. That’s why I bought two of them as a gift. They’re in a sealed box next to my own lunch.

After watching him kill it as Derek Jailer, I was inspired to start making and selling my jewelry. There was something about the way his hair and eyes shined on the screen that jolted my brain. All I wanna do is drown him in jewels and make him shine brighter.

It reaches 11 real quick, and I decide to leave my mom in charge of the sales while I take an early lunch. With a donut box in hand, I push my way through the large crowd in the sellers’ section of the building. I was placed at the edge of it, close to the meet-and-greet area that Gavin would be at.

This place was even more crowded than the sellers’ spot. I couldn’t even see in front of me, let alone look for the Rotten Beasts stand. Nevertheless, I pushed forward, desperately looking around me. I was halfway through the stalls before I saw him across the sea of con-goers.

Wearing the military uniform from his movie was Gavin Layne. He didn’t say anything about it being a character meet-and-greet online. His bright white suit was decorated in a variety of colorful medals. I knew exactly how Derek Jailer earned every one of them. The gold hemming on his costume gave his dark hair and eyes that same magical glow, even without the screen.

Being protective of Gavin’s gift, I wormed my way through the crowd once more until a large Rotten Beasts movie poster was in front of me. Off to the side, Gavin stood there chatting with his co-star, who was also in full costume. Despite the crowd, there was no line to meet the actors.

Mustering up all my courage, I spoke as loud and proud as my nerves would let me. “Excuse me?”

Gavin turned to face me. His faint smile grew bigger. “Hello, are you a fan of Attack of the Rotten Beasts?”

“Huge. I loved watching you as Commander Jailer. It was like seeing him in a whole new light.”

“Well, thank you. I did my best to portray him as someone with more depth than an ordinary soldier.”

“You did a really good job. Oh, this is for you.”

Handing him the box, his eyes widened, and his smile showed his beautiful teeth. “Shut up! Did you get me Hurt’s Donuts? Oh, they’re maple bacon too!” His co-star tries to slide a sly hand to the box, which promptly gets slapped. “Get your own!”

Giggling, I pull out my phone. “Any chance I could get a photo?”

“For you, anything.”I hand my phone to his co-star as Gavin sets down the box.

Being so close to him reminds me of the group photo scene at the end of the movie. Derek Jailer was wearing his iconic stoic face. His fighting companion and costar, Rowan Graves, told him a dad joke so Derek would smile for the photo. That was the only time Derek had any kind of smirk in the film.

“Hey, Gavin.”

“Yeah?”

“What has five toes but isn’t your foot?”

“What?” He asked, confused.

“My foot.”

“Huh? I–” there was a short bit of silence as he processed the joke before letting out a laugh. “Oh my God. That was so bad.”

“Got it.” His co-star spoke up after he snapped the photo.

“You know I would’ve smiled without the need for a joke.”

“Feels like a crime to pass up a good opportunity to make someone smile.” I take my phone back and look at the photo. Gavin and I looked like two old friends that were catching up, us both wearing full smiles as he crouched for his taller body to fit in the frame. “Thanks for the photo, I gotta go now though. Maybe I can visit again tomorrow.”

“Anytime. Don’t be shy. Especially if you’re bringing more donuts, uh…”

“Bailey,” I giggle.

“Bailey.” He says my name so firmly, almost like his only goal is to burn it to memory.

“I’ll keep a note. Enjoy the donuts.” I wave the two goodbye on my way back to Mom.

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Bailey. She was cute. A brunette with fading, light pink strands in her hair, and striking blue eyes that crinkled a bit with her button nose when she smiled– and her laugh. Maybe she was awkward or shy, but the way she laughed was almost like it was crafted just for me.

Henry sends me on break, holding the meet-and-greet himself. Not like there’s been anyone to really meet or greet. Despite Attack of the Rotten Beasts having a large fandom, the movie wasn’t really perceived all too well. I can only think about how my creative take on the main character is the cause of that. Henry has told me not to worry, but I’ve seen those comments online. Everyone hated seeing Derek Jailer having more than just a robotic look to him.

It ruined his charm. He would never be so happy. The actors should really look at the original comics.

I read them all. Despite that, I still believe that Derek being seen as more human would really benefit the entire story. The directors must think so too– and Bailey.

I look at the box of donuts on the table, next to my finished fast food slop. Her words play over and over in my mind. A whole new light. It felt so good to be seen by someone that didn’t just throw a stream of endless hate my way. I take a photo of the open box and tweet it, joking about how I would’ve brought some milk today if I knew I was going to get spoiled with pastries. By the time the convention was over, there were only a handful of likes, and my brain couldn’t stop wondering if Bailey was one of them.

It’s day two of the convention now, the last day. Henry and I get into our costumes– or as we’d like to call them, cardboard fits– in the men’s room. We met up with the movie’s director and writer back at the booth, where they handed me a box with a half-pint of milk tied to it with a pink ribbon. There’s a note attached to it.

Which side of a turkey has the most feathers? I unfold the paper for the answer.

The outside! ~B

I crack a smile and inwardly scold myself for enjoying a bad joke so much.

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“Mom, don’t worry, I got it. Go home and rest.” My mom is insisting that she stay late to help with the cleanup despite her early shift tomorrow.

“Well, I could stay just a bit longer. It’s dark out, and I’d hate for you to haul this heavy set-up yourself.”

“Mom. I promise. I’ll be fine. Now go home, you know you’ll be cranky if you aren’t asleep in ten minutes.”

“Oh poppycock! Well, if you won’t even give me a box to take out for you, I suppose there really is no point in staying. Sometimes, I wish you weren’t so stubborn.”

“I learn from the best.” I kiss her cheek and wish her a good night.

She’s right, though. This table is heavy. I’ll have to make another trip back for the last of my bracelets and necklaces. Folding up the bulky table, I attempt to lift it, scraping my knuckles in the process.

Really wish the strap on my last one hadn’t broken. I thought that a plastic handle would’ve been more secure, but some genius thought it best to embed the thing inside the table. And for what? A cleaner look? The damned thing isn’t going to look very clean after it's covered in my blood.

“Here.” A deep voice chuckled behind me. “Allow me.” Gavin picks up the table like it weighs nothing. He no longer has the Derek Jailer costume. Instead, he wears a tight-fitting black t-shirt with dark green cargo pants.

“Gavin? You don’t have to help me. I’m able to handle it.”

“I want to help you. It’s dark out. It would be a shame if you fell and got hurt.”

“When did you meet my mother?” I tease. He laughs with me.

“Here, I’ll walk you to your car.” I grab the tote and show him the way to my glimmering blue pickup truck, all the way in the back. It’s the newest thing I own, and I bought it purely for selling my wares.

He opens the tailgate and slides the table in. I hand him the tote, which he sets on the table with ease.

“Hey!” He opens the tote and pulls out a bracelet with a pattern of orange, blue, and brown beads. A silver rectangle lies in the middle of it. “Is this what I think it is?”

“It’s Derek Jailer inspired, yeah.” He admires the piece as I talk. “I don’t have the money to buy any of the licensing for actual Rotten Beasts merchandise. So we have to settle for colorful beads and a charm that’s supposed to represent the sword on his military patch.”

“Here, help me put it on.” He crouches down in the truck bed so I can fiddle with the golden clasp. “How’s it look?” He holds his wrist next to his face, shaking the glass beads together.

“Like it belongs there.”

He laughs. “You know. Commander Jailer has way more medals than this.”

“Yeah, but–” you were looking right at me through the screen when he earned those ones, “–these colors looked the best together.”

He takes another gander at it. “Yeah, you’re right. How much?”

I shake my head at him. “Keep it.”

“No, I’m gonna pay you. How much?”

“I sell the bracelets for fifteen, but really I shouldn’t be charging–” Gavin takes my hand, placing three five-dollar bills in it.

“Nonsense. You’re selling it. I’m going to pay for it.”

“Okay.” I crumple the bills in my fist. He watches me, focused on my knuckles.

“What happened?” He runs a finger across the small dots of dry blood, gently. Being so careful not to put any pressure on it.

“Oh, that? I always get scraped up by the stupid table. Thanks to you though,” I emphasize the cash in my hand. “I’ve at least sold enough for a different one.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

His head falls to my hand, kissing each scuff mark. He looks at me, dark eyes peering into my soul. Just waiting for my reaction. I’m paralyzed in the silence, my face burning up. His plush lips wrap around each small joint, tickling me with the barest brush of his tongue. Gavin held my gaze the entire time, paying close attention to how my face glowed brighter and brighter.

Embarrassment clouds my heart. All I can do is cover my mouth with my free hand and break his stare. I feel so immature, reacting so strongly to just a kiss on my hand.

His lips move upwards, caressing the top of my hand and past my wrist. One. Two. Three. Then my elbow. Four. Five. Six. My shoulder. Seven. Eight. Gavin’s soft voice lies warm in my ear.

“You’re very beautiful, Bailey.” His fingers glide to the tip of my chin. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind all day.”

“Because of the donuts?”

He chuckles, "Partially because of the donuts. Mostly because of your voice, and your charming laugh.”

“My laugh?” My eyes land on him, confused.

He nods. “Yes, it's so sweet. Like chocolate filled with peanuts. I can’t help but wonder what it tastes like.” He jumps down from the bed. All I can see are his hooded eyes, completely mesmerized by how sexy he can make peanuts sound. “Bailey– may I see what it tastes like?”

I speak quietly, the words caught in my throat. “Well– if you’re that curious.”

He takes his time looking at me, drinking in the sight of my face. The moment was everlasting, yet his mouth covered mine in an instant. Soft lips taking the lead, a daring tongue hunting every crease inside me. Little by little, my body lost its strength. Falling into his hold as my subconscious submits to the devilish charmer claiming my lips.

Large, warm arms wrap around my waist, keeping me close. I dragged my fingertips from the hard planes of his abs up to the sensitive skin below his ears, holding him there. I was bending backwards the deeper the kiss got. His tongue was too nimble for me to keep up, the slick muscle brushing and teasing behind my teeth. My mind was a melting mess of nonsense, forgetting how to even take a proper breath. Then, the kiss breaks. A slick, quiet pop reaches my ear, bringing me back to reality.

“Well?– How did it taste?” I asked him.

“Like– like–” He never told me. Just spun me around to the side of the truck, pinning me against the bed wall.

An ache swelled in my inner thigh as he forced my leg on his hip. I wasn’t kissed this time. I was devoured. Only living to satiate the hunger of a wild beast. The air in my lungs was forcefully ripped out of me, taking my thoughts with it. His hips gnashed against mine, a strong force suffocating my clit. I ripped myself away from him to catch my breath, and he latched onto my neck. Hard teeth with a gliding tongue, and I had to hold his shoulders for support.

“Oh, more. I need more.” That was all I could say. It was all I could whine.

His hand travels up from the back of my knee to the bottom of my ass. Jittering nerves run through my body as he digs into the flesh between my thigh and rear through the jeans. He laughs into me as I squirm from the ticklish sensation.

“Are you okay? You seem uncomfortable.”

“Yeah– yeah– just, never knew I was so sensitive–” he slowly carves a long line below my ass cheek, ruthlessly teasing me. “–there. I didn’t know I was so sensitive– there.”

“You’re so fun to play with, Bailey. So cute and–” he takes a long lick up my neck. I couldn’t help the moan or stop my leg from wrapping around his waist. “–responsive. I wonder what else could be so tender.”

His hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt. Warmth bloomed on my stomach where his palms had settled. The touch was heating my torso as his hands climbed and slipped under my bra. With one breast in each hand, Gavin massaged the curves. His breath grew heavy in my ear as he played. The attention on my breasts was paused for him to follow the band and unclasp the garment from the back. Now, with the confinement of my bra loosened, Gavin circled back to spin my nipples between his fingers. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop my throes of pleasure from reaching the sky above.

“Oh, Bailey– you sound so beautiful.” He kisses the nape of my neck before pulling it past his lips. My pulse pounded against his tongue as he had me melting under him. I grab hold of his shoulders and tilt my head to gain more mind-melting pleasure.

“Gavin?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“Mmhmm.”

He takes out his wallet and fumbles around inside. I lay kisses on his jaw as he pulls out the half-open wrapper.

“Well, I did have one.”

“Don’t worry. There’s a late-night convenience store up the road.”

“Perfect.” He flashes me a smile with every pretty white tooth on display.

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This is stupid. This is so stupid. I drove into a suburban area. Blocks of two-story houses lined each side of the road. Google Maps tells me to take a left into a cul-de-sac. Darren’s house was the second on the right. It’s the only one with a plain grass lawn, bare of any garden or children’s toys. His red Camaro sits in the driveway. I park my gray Accord next to it.

The neighborhood is nearly pitch-black, save for a couple of the neighbors' small solar lights. Crickets chirp in the air. The sound steadily untwists the knot in my stomach, making me feel less alone. I walk up the well-polished front porch. Aside from his car, the place doesn’t look like someone lives here.

I take a deep breath. It’s just sex. You go in, cum, then leave and act like it never happened. By the time I’m ready to knock, the door opens before I’m given the chance. Darren stands there. His hair falls in messy layers, a cheeky smile spreads on his lips, and a pair of flannel lounge pants dip below his waist, showing off a minuscule amount of pubic hair. His shirt is gone, and I get a full view of his toned torso.

His eyes shine gold in the dead of night. “Addaline. What a lovely surprise.” He holds the door open for me to step inside. “Please. Come in.”

There was more going on inside. A doormat with a couple of pairs of shoes next to it, a small table that held his keys and water bottle, and a coat rack with a few dark-colored jackets hanging from it. “Lovely home.”

“Yes.” He flashes me the signature charming-Darren-grin. “It’s even lovelier with you inside. What brings you in tonight?”

“You know.”

“I do?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

He comes around me and pinches my chin in his hand. “You seem tense, baby girl.” A vixen’s smile lies on his lips. “Why don’t we relax upstairs? Yes?”

Salt and lavender fill the air around me. Darren’s eyes glow when he takes my hand, leading me up the staircase in front of us. There were two doors in the dark. He opened the one on the right.

I couldn’t see much of his bedroom, just the outlines of his furniture. A bed, a dresser, and a couple of side tables. He ushers me to sit down on the bed. Fingers press my jawline as he tilts my face up to look at him.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s troubling you, Addaline?”

“What? Maybe there’s nothing. How do you know I didn’t come over to tell you off for taking that promotion from me?”

He stares into my face, his eyes glancing at the clock on his table. “At two in the morning?”

I nod, unable to take my gaze away from his smooth lips. His cocky smirk has never looked so– sultry. “Yes.”

“Addaline. You don’t seem very upset about that job right now. Maybe there was a different position you were wishing to discuss?”

“I ah– I wanted– something.”

“I can tell, but I can’t read minds. Tell me, Addaline, what do you wish for?”

“You?” I whisper, too embarrassed by my own ludicrous thoughts.

Darren’s grin only deepens. His golden eyes are the only light in the room. “Good girl.”

The glow dims as his face inches closer to mine. There’s a subtle hiss of air before his lips cover mine, moving with their own rhythm. So soft, so sweet. Every damp smack fills my head. It settles in my bones, making me need more.

Darren’s hands cup each side of my face, holding me still. The warm palms keep me grounded, allowing me to trust every action he takes.

His digits drag down my neck, zapping electricity through my nerves. Large hands cover my shoulders. Slowly, softly, he presses me to lie on the bed. Silk kisses press into me passionately. He’s been waiting for this, waiting to have me.

I can feel the madness running through him. The way he pushes his touch down my sides. The growls that blend into heavy breaths. It was all for me. It was all my doing.

“Addaline.” His voice is muffled from arousal. I can hear his teeth grinding as he speaks. His hands squeeze my thighs harder, desperately holding back.

I break the kiss and look him in the face. Darren’s eyes glow a magnificent gold, his olive skin shining brighter in the light. The smell of lavender and salt still lingers. I brush my hands into his hair. Soft strands slip between my fingers as Darren’s features relax against me, his smooth neck exposed. My tongue slides along his pulse, its waning beat growing harsher as I dance over it.

“Gah– Addaline.” Darren’s voice sounds harsh, almost breathless. His hips begin to grind into me with stuttered movements. Each stroke between my legs releases a shuddering breath from him. “Addaline. Addaline.”

I let go of his neck. A deep bruise marks him. I want to take my time with this. I’ve never given Darren a chance to just admire how beautiful he is. Never took the time to analyze the distance between his piercings. Never looked hard enough to notice the pitted acne scars along his hairline. The warmth of his skin seeps into my palms, his muscles shift and shiver under my seeking stroke. Darren’s face lies flat on the bed next to mine. Sweet groans slip into my ear while I explore what I can reach. My fingers glide over his back, then my nails. My touch lazily cascades down his lower back, right above his pants.

I allow my hands to slip under the waistband. The swells of his ass were smooth, delicate. I can’t cover the whole thing, but every touch there has Darren trembling, choking on moans.

“Darren. You’re being very responsive right now. I’ve barely touched you.”

He stutters, struggling to keep his voice steady. “I uh– I was, anticipating your visit. Got a bit too excited. I’m a little frenzied.”

“We can do this another time.” My heart breaks a little when I say it. I don’t remember the last time someone wanted me, needed me. Well– never like this

“Not a chance.” He stares into my eyes. That gold makes me forget everything going on in my life. I’m solely focused on him. “I’ve waited too long for this. I’ve waited too long for you.” The plea in his eyes burns into my heart. All I wanna know is– how long? How long has Darren been waiting for this?

“If you can’t wait anymore, then you should take your pants off.”

A look of childish joy crosses his face, excitement and anticipation fighting for control. He surges off me to shuck off his clothes. I struggle a bit with mine. Darren helps me rip the jeans off.

He’s on top of me again, stripped bare. His hard-on shudders through my slick folds, recoiling a little on every sway. I feel his head at my entrance, thick and blunt. He sinks in a little, maybe halfway up the tip before pulling back. He moves again, slowly pressing further, but not by much. Every forced entry he tries paints his face with twisted agony. Once again, he attempts to bury himself inside with no luck.

“Hey,” I speak to him in a gentle tone. His eyes are damp, tortured with his inability to fuck me. “It’s okay.” I scrape my nails against his scalp, kissing his forehead. “Lie on your back. I’ll take care of it.”

He’s hesitant, but follows. I spin around and climb over him, making my way towards the headboard. I can feel the anticipation channeling through my muscles. I crawl above him slowly despite it. Darren lies below me, docile. His body stayed perfectly still. There was no twitch in his ankles, no jerk in his knees, no quiver in his thighs. The only stir in his body was the bounce of his cock. The man below me was lustful, but too tired to do anything about it.

I take a slow lick of his length, collecting the flavor of him from base to tip. Warm salt coated my tongue as Darren exhaled a trembling breath. His face was lax, heavy jaw, sinking brows, glowing melted honey. I hover over his waist, dick poised straight up at my entrance.

“You ready?” I ask him.

He nods, looking unbalanced but eager. I take a firm hold of him at the base. His head glides between my lips with ease. Darren’s strong hands cover my outer thighs, steadying himself. Carefully, I sink onto him. His eyes clamp shut instantly, pummeling the room into darkness. He throws his head back in a silent scream. Watching him lose his mind from just going in already had my pussy reacting. I have him about halfway in when his focus lasers on his cock slowly disappearing inside me. His eyes are barely open, but his mouth remains wide with despair.

“Fuck Addaline! You– you’re already moving inside.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” I lower myself down the rest of the way, my ass meeting his thighs.

“Okay. Okay. Just go slow. Go– oh no!” My hands were braced on his chest, pushing me back up his cock. I begin to glide back down him. I can feel his hulking head pressing through the space of my channel perfectly. Darren’s eyes roll white from the overstimulation. “Addaline. I can’t. It’s too sen-sen-sensitive.” His fingers dig deep into my thighs. I can feel his grip on my bones.

Sweat beads on his forehead. Every time I push Darren back inside me, my cunt tries to pull him closer to my cervix. I’ve never had a cock that had my own walls quaking. No matter how he moved inside, tremors rushed over my body. I felt my peaked nipples scraping against the soft cotton of my shirt as he came out. I felt a tickling scrape up my back when he sank back in. A sugar-packed sensation ran through my channel when he did. My hips were running rampant. I was bouncing on him higher and higher. I was falling on him harder and faster.

Every important thought left me on each exhale of breath. I no longer had a job. I no longer had responsibilities. I no longer had a rival. There was just this. A whimpering man beneath me, unable to break my forceful pounding. A cock destroying every part of me that meant something. I stopped being Addaline. I was now a slut to this dick.

There was a cinch in my walls. I had to push harder to gain the same momentum as the orgasm builds. Every inch of me was melting. Pressure coiled inside my stomach tighter than a snake. My muscles began to shake on the first wave. I couldn’t keep up the pace. My body couldn’t stay up while I powered through the quaking. I had to lean over Darren, the new proximity grinding my clit against him. The long glide inside me became short, rampant jolts. Everything below my waist was tight with ecstasy. Darren’s hands had moved to grip my ass. He used his strength in an effort to slow me down.

“Addaline, mercy please. It’s too much. It’s too sensitive. It’s– fuck no!” My orgasm was a white-hot heat that was immediately stricken with a dark-blue chill. My pussy pulsed and pumped in time with my trembling legs. Darren’s own climax had leaked inside me. It wasn’t much, but it was a strong punch to my walls.

My arms shook when I hoisted my body up to look at Darren. He was done for. His chest rose with every deep inhale he had. His shaggy hair was a mass of bedhead that stuck to the sweat on his forehead. He tried to speak, but it only came out as a wheeze. His golden eyes grew dull as he watched me, the natural green color replacing the enchantment they had.

A sharp pain stabbed my head. It battled my dazed, orgasmed mind, turning me into a tortured, gelatinous body. My vision went dark. The navy-blue outline of Darren and his bedroom faded in and out, dancing in my mind’s eye. The only thing I was conscious of was the warmth of Darren’s body.

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Pt. 1 and 2 here

This is stupid. This is so stupid. I drove into a suburban area. Blocks of two-story houses lined each side of the road. Google Maps tells me to take a left into a cul-de-sac. Darren’s house was the second on the right. It’s the only one with a plain grass lawn, bare of any garden or children’s toys. His red Camaro sits in the driveway. I park my gray Accord next to it.

The neighborhood is nearly pitch-black, save for a couple of the neighbors' small solar lights. Crickets chirp in the air. The sound steadily untwists the knot in my stomach, making me feel less alone. I walk up the well-polished front porch. Aside from his car, the place doesn’t look like someone lives here.

I take a deep breath. It’s just sex. You go in, cum, then leave and act like it never happened. By the time I’m ready to knock, the door opens before I’m given the chance. Darren stands there. His hair falls in messy layers, a cheeky smile spreads on his lips, and a pair of flannel lounge pants dip below his waist, showing off a minuscule amount of pubic hair. His shirt is gone, and I get a full view of his toned torso.

His eyes shine gold in the dead of night. “Addaline. What a lovely surprise.” He holds the door open for me to step inside. “Please. Come in.”

There was more going on inside. A doormat with a couple of pairs of shoes next to it, a small table that held his keys and water bottle, and a coat rack with a few dark-colored jackets hanging from it. “Lovely home.”

“Yes.” He flashes me the signature charming-Darren-grin. “It’s even lovelier with you inside. What brings you in tonight?”

“You know.”

“I do?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

He comes around me and pinches my chin in his hand. “You seem tense, baby girl.” A vixen’s smile lies on his lips. “Why don’t we relax upstairs? Yes?”

Salt and lavender fill the air around me. Darren’s eyes glow when he takes my hand, leading me up the staircase in front of us. There were two doors in the dark. He opened the one on the right.

I couldn’t see much of his bedroom, just the outlines of his furniture. A bed, a dresser, and a couple of side tables. He ushers me to sit down on the bed. Fingers press my jawline as he tilts my face up to look at him.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s troubling you, Addaline?”

“What? Maybe there’s nothing. How do you know I didn’t come over to tell you off for taking that promotion from me?”

He stares into my face, his eyes glancing at the clock on his table. “At two in the morning?”

I nod, unable to take my gaze away from his smooth lips. His cocky smirk has never looked so– sultry. “Yes.”

“Addaline. You don’t seem very upset about that job right now. Maybe there was a different position you were wishing to discuss?”

“I ah– I wanted– something.”

“I can tell, but I can’t read minds. Tell me, Addaline, what do you wish for?”

“You?” I whisper, too embarrassed by my own ludicrous thoughts.

Darren’s grin only deepens. His golden eyes are the only light in the room. “Good girl.”

The glow dims as his face inches closer to mine. There’s a subtle hiss of air before his lips cover mine, moving with their own rhythm. So soft, so sweet. Every damp smack fills my head. It settles in my bones, making me need more.

Darren’s hands cup each side of my face, holding me still. The warm palms keep me grounded, allowing me to trust every action he takes.

His digits drag down my neck, zapping electricity through my nerves. Large hands cover my shoulders. Slowly, softly, he presses me to lie on the bed. Silk kisses press into me passionately. He’s been waiting for this, waiting to have me.

I can feel the madness running through him. The way he pushes his touch down my sides. The growls that blend into heavy breaths. It was all for me. It was all my doing.

“Addaline.” His voice is muffled from arousal. I can hear his teeth grinding as he speaks. His hands squeeze my thighs harder, desperately holding back.

I break the kiss and look him in the face. Darren’s eyes glow a magnificent gold, his olive skin shining brighter in the light. The smell of lavender and salt still lingers. I brush my hands into his hair. Soft strands slip between my fingers as Darren’s features relax against me, his smooth neck exposed. My tongue slides along his pulse, its waning beat growing harsher as I dance over it.

“Gah– Addaline.” Darren’s voice sounds harsh, almost breathless. His hips begin to grind into me with stuttered movements. Each stroke between my legs releases a shuddering breath from him. “Addaline. Addaline.”

I let go of his neck. A deep bruise marks him. I want to take my time with this. I’ve never given Darren a chance to just admire how beautiful he is. Never took the time to analyze the distance between his piercings. Never looked hard enough to notice the pitted acne scars along his hairline. The warmth of his skin seeps into my palms, his muscles shift and shiver under my seeking stroke. Darren’s face lies flat on the bed next to mine. Sweet groans slip into my ear while I explore what I can reach. My fingers glide over his back, then my nails. My touch lazily cascades down his lower back, right above his pants.

I allow my hands to slip under the waistband. The swells of his ass were smooth, delicate. I can’t cover the whole thing, but every touch there has Darren trembling, choking on moans.

“Darren. You’re being very responsive right now. I’ve barely touched you.”

He stutters, struggling to keep his voice steady. “I uh– I was, anticipating your visit. Got a bit too excited. I’m a little frenzied.”

“We can do this another time.” My heart breaks a little when I say it. I don’t remember the last time someone wanted me, needed me. Well– never like this

“Not a chance.” He stares into my eyes. That gold makes me forget everything going on in my life. I’m solely focused on him. “I’ve waited too long for this. I’ve waited too long for you.” The plea in his eyes burns into my heart. All I wanna know is– how long? How long has Darren been waiting for this?

“If you can’t wait anymore, then you should take your pants off.”

A look of childish joy crosses his face, excitement and anticipation fighting for control. He surges off me to shuck off his clothes. I struggle a bit with mine. Darren helps me rip the jeans off.

He’s on top of me again, stripped bare. His hard-on shudders through my slick folds, recoiling a little on every sway. I feel his head at my entrance, thick and blunt. He sinks in a little, maybe halfway up the tip before pulling back. He moves again, slowly pressing further, but not by much. Every forced entry he tries paints his face with twisted agony. Once again, he attempts to bury himself inside with no luck.

“Hey,” I speak to him in a gentle tone. His eyes are damp, tortured with his inability to fuck me. “It’s okay.” I scrape my nails against his scalp, kissing his forehead. “Lie on your back. I’ll take care of it.”

He’s hesitant, but follows. I spin around and climb over him, making my way towards the headboard. I can feel the anticipation channeling through my muscles. I crawl above him slowly despite it. Darren lies below me, docile. His body stayed perfectly still. There was no twitch in his ankles, no jerk in his knees, no quiver in his thighs. The only stir in his body was the bounce of his cock. The man below me was lustful, but too tired to do anything about it.

I take a slow lick of his length, collecting the flavor of him from base to tip. Warm salt coated my tongue as Darren exhaled a trembling breath. His face was lax, heavy jaw, sinking brows, glowing melted honey. I hover over his waist, dick poised straight up at my entrance.

“You ready?” I ask him.

He nods, looking unbalanced but eager. I take a firm hold of him at the base. His head glides between my lips with ease. Darren’s strong hands cover my outer thighs, steadying himself. Carefully, I sink onto him. His eyes clamp shut instantly, pummeling the room into darkness. He throws his head back in a silent scream. Watching him lose his mind from just going in already had my pussy reacting. I have him about halfway in when his focus lasers on his cock slowly disappearing inside me. His eyes are barely open, but his mouth remains wide with despair.

“Fuck Addaline! You– you’re already moving inside.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” I lower myself down the rest of the way, my ass meeting his thighs.

“Okay. Okay. Just go slow. Go– oh no!” My hands were braced on his chest, pushing me back up his cock. I begin to glide back down him. I can feel his hulking head pressing through the space of my channel perfectly. Darren’s eyes roll white from the overstimulation. “Addaline. I can’t. It’s too sen-sen-sensitive.” His fingers dig deep into my thighs. I can feel his grip on my bones.

Sweat beads on his forehead. Every time I push Darren back inside me, my cunt tries to pull him closer to my cervix. I’ve never had a cock that had my own walls quaking. No matter how he moved inside, tremors rushed over my body. I felt my peaked nipples scraping against the soft cotton of my shirt as he came out. I felt a tickling scrape up my back when he sank back in. A sugar-packed sensation ran through my channel when he did. My hips were running rampant. I was bouncing on him higher and higher. I was falling on him harder and faster.

Every important thought left me on each exhale of breath. I no longer had a job. I no longer had responsibilities. I no longer had a rival. There was just this. A whimpering man beneath me, unable to break my forceful pounding. A cock destroying every part of me that meant something. I stopped being Addaline. I was now a slut to this dick.

There was a cinch in my walls. I had to push harder to gain the same momentum as the orgasm builds. Every inch of me was melting. Pressure coiled inside my stomach tighter than a snake. My muscles began to shake on the first wave. I couldn’t keep up the pace. My body couldn’t stay up while I powered through the quaking. I had to lean over Darren, the new proximity grinding my clit against him. The long glide inside me became short, rampant jolts. Everything below my waist was tight with ecstasy. Darren’s hands had moved to grip my ass. He used his strength in an effort to slow me down.

“Addaline, mercy please. It’s too much. It’s too sensitive. It’s– fuck no!” My orgasm was a white-hot heat that was immediately stricken with a dark-blue chill. My pussy pulsed and pumped in time with my trembling legs. Darren’s own climax had leaked inside me. It wasn’t much, but it was a strong punch to my walls.

My arms shook when I hoisted my body up to look at Darren. He was done for. His chest rose with every deep inhale he had. His shaggy hair was a mass of bedhead that stuck to the sweat on his forehead. He tried to speak, but it only came out as a wheeze. His golden eyes grew dull as he watched me, the natural green color replacing the enchantment they had.

A sharp pain stabbed my head. It battled my dazed, orgasmed mind, turning me into a tortured, gelatinous body. My vision went dark. The navy-blue outline of Darren and his bedroom faded in and out, dancing in my mind’s eye. The only thing I was conscious of was the warmth of Darren’s body.

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Pt. 1 and 2 here

This is stupid. This is so stupid. I drove into a suburban area. Blocks of two-story houses lined each side of the road. Google Maps tells me to take a left into a cul-de-sac. Darren’s house was the second on the right. It’s the only one with a plain grass lawn, bare of any garden or children’s toys. His red Camaro sits in the driveway. I park my gray Accord next to it.

The neighborhood is nearly pitch-black, save for a couple of the neighbors' small solar lights. Crickets chirp in the air. The sound steadily untwists the knot in my stomach, making me feel less alone. I walk up the well-polished front porch. Aside from his car, the place doesn’t look like someone lives here.

I take a deep breath. It’s just sex. You go in, cum, then leave and act like it never happened. By the time I’m ready to knock, the door opens before I’m given the chance. Darren stands there. His hair falls in messy layers, a cheeky smile spreads on his lips, and a pair of flannel lounge pants dip below his waist, showing off a minuscule amount of pubic hair. His shirt is gone, and I get a full view of his toned torso.

His eyes shine gold in the dead of night. “Addaline. What a lovely surprise.” He holds the door open for me to step inside. “Please. Come in.”

There was more going on inside. A doormat with a couple of pairs of shoes next to it, a small table that held his keys and water bottle, and a coat rack with a few dark-colored jackets hanging from it. “Lovely home.”

“Yes.” He flashes me the signature charming-Darren-grin. “It’s even lovelier with you inside. What brings you in tonight?”

“You know.”

“I do?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

He comes around me and pinches my chin in his hand. “You seem tense, baby girl.” A vixen’s smile lies on his lips. “Why don’t we relax upstairs? Yes?”

Salt and lavender fill the air around me. Darren’s eyes glow when he takes my hand, leading me up the staircase in front of us. There were two doors in the dark. He opened the one on the right.

I couldn’t see much of his bedroom, just the outlines of his furniture. A bed, a dresser, and a couple of side tables. He ushers me to sit down on the bed. Fingers press my jawline as he tilts my face up to look at him.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s troubling you, Addaline?”

“What? Maybe there’s nothing. How do you know I didn’t come over to tell you off for taking that promotion from me?”

He stares into my face, his eyes glancing at the clock on his table. “At two in the morning?”

I nod, unable to take my gaze away from his smooth lips. His cocky smirk has never looked so– sultry. “Yes.”

“Addaline. You don’t seem very upset about that job right now. Maybe there was a different position you were wishing to discuss?”

“I ah– I wanted– something.”

“I can tell, but I can’t read minds. Tell me, Addaline, what do you wish for?”

“You?” I whisper, too embarrassed by my own ludicrous thoughts.

Darren’s grin only deepens. His golden eyes are the only light in the room. “Good girl.”

The glow dims as his face inches closer to mine. There’s a subtle hiss of air before his lips cover mine, moving with their own rhythm. So soft, so sweet. Every damp smack fills my head. It settles in my bones, making me need more.

Darren’s hands cup each side of my face, holding me still. The warm palms keep me grounded, allowing me to trust every action he takes.

His digits drag down my neck, zapping electricity through my nerves. Large hands cover my shoulders. Slowly, softly, he presses me to lie on the bed. Silk kisses press into me passionately. He’s been waiting for this, waiting to have me.

I can feel the madness running through him. The way he pushes his touch down my sides. The growls that blend into heavy breaths. It was all for me. It was all my doing.

“Addaline.” His voice is muffled from arousal. I can hear his teeth grinding as he speaks. His hands squeeze my thighs harder, desperately holding back.

I break the kiss and look him in the face. Darren’s eyes glow a magnificent gold, his olive skin shining brighter in the light. The smell of lavender and salt still lingers. I brush my hands into his hair. Soft strands slip between my fingers as Darren’s features relax against me, his smooth neck exposed. My tongue slides along his pulse, its waning beat growing harsher as I dance over it.

“Gah– Addaline.” Darren’s voice sounds harsh, almost breathless. His hips begin to grind into me with stuttered movements. Each stroke between my legs releases a shuddering breath from him. “Addaline. Addaline.”

I let go of his neck. A deep bruise marks him. I want to take my time with this. I’ve never given Darren a chance to just admire how beautiful he is. Never took the time to analyze the distance between his piercings. Never looked hard enough to notice the pitted acne scars along his hairline. The warmth of his skin seeps into my palms, his muscles shift and shiver under my seeking stroke. Darren’s face lies flat on the bed next to mine. Sweet groans slip into my ear while I explore what I can reach. My fingers glide over his back, then my nails. My touch lazily cascades down his lower back, right above his pants.

I allow my hands to slip under the waistband. The swells of his ass were smooth, delicate. I can’t cover the whole thing, but every touch there has Darren trembling, choking on moans.

“Darren. You’re being very responsive right now. I’ve barely touched you.”

He stutters, struggling to keep his voice steady. “I uh– I was, anticipating your visit. Got a bit too excited. I’m a little frenzied.”

“We can do this another time.” My heart breaks a little when I say it. I don’t remember the last time someone wanted me, needed me. Well– never like this

“Not a chance.” He stares into my eyes. That gold makes me forget everything going on in my life. I’m solely focused on him. “I’ve waited too long for this. I’ve waited too long for you.” The plea in his eyes burns into my heart. All I wanna know is– how long? How long has Darren been waiting for this?

“If you can’t wait anymore, then you should take your pants off.”

A look of childish joy crosses his face, excitement and anticipation fighting for control. He surges off me to shuck off his clothes. I struggle a bit with mine. Darren helps me rip the jeans off.

He’s on top of me again, stripped bare. His hard-on shudders through my slick folds, recoiling a little on every sway. I feel his head at my entrance, thick and blunt. He sinks in a little, maybe halfway up the tip before pulling back. He moves again, slowly pressing further, but not by much. Every forced entry he tries paints his face with twisted agony. Once again, he attempts to bury himself inside with no luck.

“Hey,” I speak to him in a gentle tone. His eyes are damp, tortured with his inability to fuck me. “It’s okay.” I scrape my nails against his scalp, kissing his forehead. “Lie on your back. I’ll take care of it.”

He’s hesitant, but follows. I spin around and climb over him, making my way towards the headboard. I can feel the anticipation channeling through my muscles. I crawl above him slowly despite it. Darren lies below me, docile. His body stayed perfectly still. There was no twitch in his ankles, no jerk in his knees, no quiver in his thighs. The only stir in his body was the bounce of his cock. The man below me was lustful, but too tired to do anything about it.

I take a slow lick of his length, collecting the flavor of him from base to tip. Warm salt coated my tongue as Darren exhaled a trembling breath. His face was lax, heavy jaw, sinking brows, glowing melted honey. I hover over his waist, dick poised straight up at my entrance.

“You ready?” I ask him.

He nods, looking unbalanced but eager. I take a firm hold of him at the base. His head glides between my lips with ease. Darren’s strong hands cover my outer thighs, steadying himself. Carefully, I sink onto him. His eyes clamp shut instantly, pummeling the room into darkness. He throws his head back in a silent scream. Watching him lose his mind from just going in already had my pussy reacting. I have him about halfway in when his focus lasers on his cock slowly disappearing inside me. His eyes are barely open, but his mouth remains wide with despair.

“Fuck Addaline! You– you’re already moving inside.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” I lower myself down the rest of the way, my ass meeting his thighs.

“Okay. Okay. Just go slow. Go– oh no!” My hands were braced on his chest, pushing me back up his cock. I begin to glide back down him. I can feel his hulking head pressing through the space of my channel perfectly. Darren’s eyes roll white from the overstimulation. “Addaline. I can’t. It’s too sen-sen-sensitive.” His fingers dig deep into my thighs. I can feel his grip on my bones.

Sweat beads on his forehead. Every time I push Darren back inside me, my cunt tries to pull him closer to my cervix. I’ve never had a cock that had my own walls quaking. No matter how he moved inside, tremors rushed over my body. I felt my peaked nipples scraping against the soft cotton of my shirt as he came out. I felt a tickling scrape up my back when he sank back in. A sugar-packed sensation ran through my channel when he did. My hips were running rampant. I was bouncing on him higher and higher. I was falling on him harder and faster.

Every important thought left me on each exhale of breath. I no longer had a job. I no longer had responsibilities. I no longer had a rival. There was just this. A whimpering man beneath me, unable to break my forceful pounding. A cock destroying every part of me that meant something. I stopped being Addaline. I was now a slut to this dick.

There was a cinch in my walls. I had to push harder to gain the same momentum as the orgasm builds. Every inch of me was melting. Pressure coiled inside my stomach tighter than a snake. My muscles began to shake on the first wave. I couldn’t keep up the pace. My body couldn’t stay up while I powered through the quaking. I had to lean over Darren, the new proximity grinding my clit against him. The long glide inside me became short, rampant jolts. Everything below my waist was tight with ecstasy. Darren’s hands had moved to grip my ass. He used his strength in an effort to slow me down.

“Addaline, mercy please. It’s too much. It’s too sensitive. It’s– fuck no!” My orgasm was a white-hot heat that was immediately stricken with a dark-blue chill. My pussy pulsed and pumped in time with my trembling legs. Darren’s own climax had leaked inside me. It wasn’t much, but it was a strong punch to my walls.

My arms shook when I hoisted my body up to look at Darren. He was done for. His chest rose with every deep inhale he had. His shaggy hair was a mass of bedhead that stuck to the sweat on his forehead. He tried to speak, but it only came out as a wheeze. His golden eyes grew dull as he watched me, the natural green color replacing the enchantment they had.

A sharp pain stabbed my head. It battled my dazed, orgasmed mind, turning me into a tortured, gelatinous body. My vision went dark. The navy-blue outline of Darren and his bedroom faded in and out, dancing in my mind’s eye. The only thing I was conscious of was the warmth of Darren’s body.

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