Garden of Sins

Her tongue is in my mouth. Normally, I always push her back, but I won’t do that now. Not yet.

Alayna grows increasingly more excited, especially when the coke goes to her head, and wriggles around. Around us, the party is growing livelier. The first chicks are no longer wearing their tops and the two that were making out earlier are in a corner where she gives him a blowjob.

Fuck, I can’t stand it anymore.

With a jerk, I push her from my lap, get up, and grab her wrist. I don’t give a fuck if she notices the difference. I want to fuck and she is finally high enough.

I tow her behind me to where nobody is allowed to go.

In front of the stairs, there are shards of glass, so I lift her over them because she is barefoot and I don’t want to leave bloody footprints. I open the door as soon as I have scaled the spiral staircase, set her down, and pull Alayna into the room before shutting the door behind us. Wide-eyed, she examines the room as if colors are dancing everywhere and angels are flying. Perhaps she’s actually experiencing that right now, only she is up here with the devil, not an angel.

Black wooden planks stretch under her feet. But she doesn’t see that, instead, she stares at my huge bed in the middle of the room. Above it are glowing red neon letters: WHY DON’T WE FUCK RIGHT NOW?

Alayna stares at me and bites her lip. She probably wants me to fuck her mouth now.

“What if Carter comes in?” she asks sluggishly because her tongue is heavy. She’d better loosen it up.

“Fuck Carter. I want to fuck you in his bed now.” I nod in that direction and Alayna slowly walks towards my bed like the good dog Caden turned her into. When I get her there, I’m going to do things to her that she’ll never forget. And tomorrow when Alayna has questions and is confused, Caden can blame everything on the coke. I am brilliant.

With her hands, she touches the black bedspread, lets her upper body fall forward, and wriggles around on the sheets. That dress and her ass drive me crazy, if that is still possible for me.

Over her shoulder, she watches me as I turn the key in the lock without taking my eyes off her.

Now she is mine.

“Take off your dress,” I order harshly and slowly walk towards the end of the bed. On the way, I slip the shirt over my head. She immediately does what I say and unzips the dress before she pushes the fabric off her body.

“That too.” I nod to her underwear. With her lips open, she looks me in the eyes as she rolls her panties over her hips and then unhooks her bra.

I take a few seconds to admire her soft feminine curves, her erect nipples, and the perfect paradise between her legs. I love her tits almost as much as I love her ass and Caden promised me I would be the first there.

Oh, she has no idea what else we have pla

“Lie down,” I order and watch her from the end of the bed. I rise above her and the lights from below streak across the windows, sending blue flashes across her naked skin. The red neon light also envelops her. I feel like I’m in XX, a club in the northern district where I often hang out when I have things to do there.

The music resonates up here and shakes the floor.

Stationary, Alayna lies on her back, elbows supporting her, but I see the nervous twitching of her pelvis because she can’t take it anymore.

Her gaze is veiled and she breathes heavily only because I look at her.

Today, I can do what I want with her because nobody can stop me and I don’t have to follow any fucking rules.

I break enough as it is.

Still with the jeans on, I push her legs further apart with my knee and place myself in between. Her gaze stays on me the entire time. She doesn’t know what will happen now, which is why she is so excited. At the same time, she loves it. I know because I see it in her transfigured eyes.

“You are such a bad girl,” I remark and take the baggie out of my pocket again. “Just fuck me in his bed. Have you no shame?” Alayna gives me a wicked smile.

Slowly, I spread a line on her smooth, perfect pubic mound and she gasps.

“Oh, hold still, Alayna. If just one grain goes astray, I’ll be the only one who gets to enjoy this.”

She bites her lip, but keeps her pelvis still and closes her eyes.

I take the dollar bill I used before Alayna came into my garage and roll it up again. Then I bend over her pussy. My hair strokes her belly. I glance up at her and she stares at me — moaning. Her pelvis...she can barely control it, but she twitches a little because she wants to stretch her pussy towards me like a greedy little bitch. God, I will fuck her like this today.

I snort the line, let my head fall back, and roll it from left to right. My nose is burning, but I love it.

She moans loudly as I dive between her legs and lick from bottom to top. I look at it again and hold back a groan when I taste her. Fuck.

She gasps. “God, Caden!” I hate that he gets credit for what I’m doing. No shit. I mean, that’s real tongue action. Hard work. And I never get to hear: Oh, Carter!

I grab her right calf and pull it roughly over my shoulder. She claws at the sheet underneath her. I see her head fall back again as I stroke her perfect tits with my other hand. They are not merely a handful, but more. And I love kneading them.

She cries out in ecstasy.

While I let my tongue wander around her pleasure point again and again, I push her thigh down, grab it, stroke her i

She rears up, whereupon I push her down again by her chest. Not fun. I do not like it, no matter who I am playing with.

Moaning, she squirms, so I finger her harder to keep her still.

She is totally out of control, I am totally out of control. I feel the cocaine going to my head. Her screams are too much for me. I can’t control myself any longer and I feel what I’m always trying to suppress, because, otherwise, it becomes dangerous when it rises up inside me. How it slowly eats through my veins like liquid poison, how it pumps into my heart and shoots straight into my brain.

Fuck.

“Hold still,” I hiss between her legs and she lowers her body back onto the mattress, moaning. With my fingers, I fuck her more impatiently and increasingly faster. She moans louder and louder. Then I feel her tightening around me and let go of her.

I want to be inside her when she comes.

Outraged, Alayna leans on her elbows. She is breathless and sweaty. “Caden!” she hisses.

“Lie down,” I demand roughly and she looks at me impatiently. I raise one eyebrow and she lets herself fall back again in protest. Slowly, I rise between her legs, trying to stay calm. Her on drugs, naked in front of me, in my bed, moaning and squirming, the coke in my bloodstream, is more than I can stand.

“Caden?” she asks hoarsely as I get up next to the bed, look down at her, and undo my belt. She looks hot lying there. I can’t wait to fuck her and this is not going to be a Caden fuck, this is going to be a Carter fuck.

I slowly pull the belt out of the loops and she is still watching in amazement. Her breathing, which just calmed down, increases again, as the lifting and lowering of her chest proves.

Do you want to run away now, Alayna? Well, now it’s too late.

“I told you to stay still, Alayna. How many times have I told you now?” I give her a moment to absorb my words and in the meantime, I roll my belt around my fingers. She firmly bites her lip, her pupils huge as she looks up at me.