8. Boogie

8

Boogie

T he woods were silent as we made our way to the trailer. I had her over my shoulder, her bare ass on display, her sweet intoxicating smell lingering in the air. Good thing it was night, I’d have to kill anyone who saw her on display. After tasting her, I was growing possessive, and it was worrying me. I pushed that worry into a box in my head to deal with later. Tonight, I was basking in whatever this was, and I’d deal with the aftermath later.

King opened the door for me before raising his phone up. He needed to check on the town before coming in. I didn’t know what time it was, but it had to be close to midnight. I nodded at him, climbing up the steps into the small living area. The bedroom was thankfully clean as I walked into it, throwing her on the bed.

Her big hazel eyes looked up at me and I could already see the question forming in them. She wanted to see me, her question was at the tip of her tongue, making me consider it. I’ve never once let a hookup see me or even thought about letting them see me… except her.

“Not tonight, Little One,” I growled, getting angry that I had even contemplated showing her what I looked like.

Such an angelic face for such a filthy boy. There is no angel here, just a whore’s body.

I growled, yanking on her dress to sit her up. Her eyes grew wide as I made her stand up, ripping the dress off over her head, getting stuck on the zip ties. I snarled, frustrated, and pulled out my knife. She flinched when I cut her free.

Her reaction made me angrier, wondering why she had recoiled like that. Did she have an abusive boyfriend? I pushed her back, jerking her hands together to zip tie them to the bed. I straddled her chest when she cried out that I was tightening them too tightly, and I internally cursed myself.

I cut her free and was more careful this time. It was tight enough to hold her, but she still had some wiggle room. Closing my knife, I looked down at her, realizing she was completely naked. The fear in her eyes made me harder, as I took in her body.

Her breasts were small, her hips were wide and if I had a guess, she missed a lot more meals than she should have. Her frame was more boney than I would have liked and for once, I wanted to know more about the person we brought into our bed. Was she poor? Did she have a normal job? Was she struggling to make ends meet?

I shouldn’t have cared about any of that, it didn’t matter, I was sticking my dick in her and that was that. She was an itch we wanted to scratch and tomorrow she would be a distant memory.

Liar, she wouldn’t be anything close to a distant memory.

The door to the trailer opened, pulling me from my downward spiral. I jumped off her making my way to King, slipping off my mask, crashing my lips into his. He groaned, kissing me back just as hard, biting my lip just the way I liked. Little One's taste was still on my face, and I hoped he could taste her too.

He pulled away to look at me, keeping my back to her just in case. King always knew when something was wrong, we had grown so in tune with each other that even with a simple look, we could tell something was off. I pulled him in for another kiss, easing the violence in me further.

We pulled away a minute later, his makeup smeared, and I knew I had black on my face. He walked behind me bringing my mask back to me.

“We don’t have to do this,” he whispered. “We can dump her in the parking lot or have one of the guys make sure she gets home.”

I shook my head, “I want it. I just…”

“I know, did the demons sneak up on you?” He cupped my face, bringing our foreheads together as I nodded. “I’m glad you didn’t take it out on her. Don’t need another body to hide tonight.”

I knew he was joking, but his statement was more real than I let on. He slipped my mask over my head grabbing my hand, leading me into the bedroom. His nostrils flared when he noticed her naked, laid out on the bed.

“Oh, Doll, you look exquisite like this.” He leaned over her, taking a nipple into his mouth.

She gasped, looking at me before turning away, staring at a spot on the wall instead of me. This is what I wanted, for her to fear me, not to question me, and to leave the fucking mask on.

I growled, my anger simmering. King looked back at me, and tilted his head in question, then kneeled on the floor in front of me. He unbuttoned while I unzipped, dragging my pants down my big thighs.

King groaned at the sight of my erection in my boxer briefs, rubbing his face against my cock. He slipped his thumbs in my underwear waistband, sliding them down to my pants. My cock swayed in front of him; he grabbed it at the base and licked the precum off.

She whimpered, pulling at her restraints. I expected her to be looking at me, but her eyes were on my cock and King's mouth. Another whimper from her shot pleasure down my spine. She pressed her legs together, pulling on her restraints again.

King took me to the back of his throat, snapping my control. I ran my hands through his dark hair, grabbing a fist full to fuck his mouth. He swallowed around my cock and when it slipped down his throat a little further it almost threw me off the edge.

“Goddammit, King,” I groaned.

King sucked my dick, like he was trying to suck my trauma out of it. He looked up at me with dark eyes, makeup smeared, and I loved when he was wrecked like this. He fondled my balls and put pressure on my taint as I drove into his mouth more forcefully.

“Fuck,” Little One whispered.

Looking up, she was enraptured by us. Her eyes were glued to my cock drilling into King's mouth, licking her lips. I groaned, thrusting a little deeper because I knew he could handle it. Women could suck dick good, but King, I could use him, abuse him and he always took it like a good fucking boy.

“Fuck me,” King panted.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, stood up, and took off his shirt revealing his cut body and his tattoos. I worked to get my shoes, my pants and boxer briefs off.

She whimpered again, flushed with arousal, rubbing her legs together then opening them to give us a look. Her pussy was glistening, and it made my mouth water, wanting another taste, wondering what her and King would taste like together.

“Fuck, Doll,” King groaned, leaning over her to kiss her.

I turned around to take my mask and shirt off quickly before I put it back on. They were still kissing when I turned around, walking to the nightstand to get the lube out. King trailed down her neck, leaving behind black on her skin. Her eyes were still closed, gasping when King bit her neck.

“Eat her pussy and get her ass ready.” I slapped King on the ass.

He growled at me when I pulled his hair. We stared at each other, and I wished I didn’t have my damn mask on so I could kiss him or wrestle him.

“What I would give to see you kiss,” she whispered. “Or fight before one of you fucks the other.”

“Not today, Doll, but you can watch as he fucks me,” he said climbing on the bed, spreading open her legs and diving in.

“Oh god,” she moaned.

King bent over so I could see his puckered hole. I stroked myself, watching him feast on her, positioning myself behind him. I spit at the top of his crease, watching the spit travel down to his hole. My thumb spread it around before pushing my thumb in. We had sex often enough it wouldn’t take long to prep him and the great thing about King was he liked pain with his pleasure.

Little One’s moans grew louder, her hips bucked up and I think King was fucking her ass. He passed the lube back to me. I uncapped it, pouring some on two fingers, smearing it on his hole. His ass clenched and I knew how good that felt on my cock. I pushed two fingers in him, not too slow or too fast. He grunted, pushing back against my fingers, taking them easily as he began fucking himself. I slapped his ass, leaning down to take a bite out of his muscular ass.

“Son of a bitch,” King moaned. “Fuck me, Boogie.”

I stood up, lubing up my cock to admire our doll. Her makeup was smeared with black, her body was flushed, she was panting, and I had never seen a prettier sight. We caught each other's gaze when I moved forward, notching myself at King’s hole.

She bit her lip while I sunk into King who grunted from the intrusion. Her body bucked against King's mouth when I bottomed out.

“That's it,” he clipped, reaching for his cock to stroke himself.

I slapped his hand away. “Save it.”

“Keep fucking me like that, and I’ll come anyways,” he snapped.

I pulled him back by his hair, gripping him by the neck so our bodies were almost flush.

“I said save it,” I snapped, biting him on his neck.

“Fuck.” King trembled.

I gave him a few hard thrusts, putting more pressure on his neck. He grunted, pushing his ass back.

“Now suck on her clit, the quicker you make her come the sooner we can fuck her together,” I snarled, pushing his head down.

Little One’s chest was rising quickly, she was biting her lip, looking drunk on pleasure. I fucked King as I watched her, which made her squirm more.

“So fucking wet for us,” King said. “Look at you sucking my fingers back into that ass. Fuck.”

She whimpered, looking uncomfortable.

“Let him in, Little One. Let him get that ass ready for us.” I grabbed onto King’s hips, pulling him back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

She closed her eyes.

“KEEP… your fucking eyes open,” I growled. “I want to look at you while King makes you come, we need you nice and wet for what we are about to do to you.”

She yelled, pulling on her restraints, rolling her hips again as her body shook. I was on the edge of an orgasm when I pulled out of King. We weren’t ready to come just yet. We needed to come in her, together.