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S he was like putty in my hands. It felt good to take something clean and fuck it up, knowing it would never be the same again.

She’d surprised me—but that only made me want to leave my mark on her more. She was ripe for corruption, and I was going to be the one to take her over the edge.

We’d barely stumbled out the back door before she pushed my Vysor up and sucked my tongue into her mouth. She kissed like a rich girl, like she thought she was in charge. I was going to show her just how wrong she was.

I slammed her up against the filthy alleyway wall, behind a rotting garbage unit tagged with graffiti.

She gripped the collar of my jacket and yanked me in tighter.

She’d teased me enough tonight that she wasn’t getting even a moment of softness.

I grabbed one of those perfect tits, her nipple already hard through the thin fabric of her shirt and bra.

I rolled it between my fingers, and she whimpered—pathetic and perfect—and my rock-hard cock throbbed in response.

My other hand slid up under that stupid preppy skirt, searching for the panties that would soon be on the ground with the rest of the trash.

“You’re fuckin’ drenched, doll.” I pushed a finger past the cotton and up into her warm, velvety cunt. “Guess you liked teasing me, huh?” She moaned into my neck. That was the only confirmation I needed.

I pinched her nipple again, and she clenched around my fingers. “So responsive. You’re gonna feel so fuckin’ good.”

I shoved her skirt up over her hips—anyone walking down the alley could have seen it all. She stiffened, but I didn’t stop. I pulled my fingers out and started to unbuckle my pants. That’s when she tried to shove me away.

“Wait, not here!” Her eyes were wide.

“Sorry, doll. Too late for regrets now.”

She pushed me again. “Come on, don’t be like that. Take me to your place.”

“I don’t take home girls I just met.”

She gave me a withering look. “But you’ll fuck me?”

I leaned in, licking the spot on her neck where her pulse pounded erratically. “I’m gonna do a lot more than that to you.” She whimpered again, her body softening under my hands.

“What about there?” She pointed past me. I turned to see a shitty pay-by-the-hour motel down the alley.

“Probably cleaner out here, doll.” That wasn’t a lie. She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip—probably worked like a charm on whatever rich daddy she had.

“Please?” I didn’t move. Her eyes hardened again like when she’d thrown that dart, and she shifted, sliding the heel of her palm down the length of my cock, over my pants—hard.

“Please.” She leaned forward and snagged my lower lip between her teeth, stroking me again. If I didn’t want to come in my pants, I had to do something.

“Fine,” I muttered. “But you owe me.” I grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the motel while she scrambled to pull her skirt back down.

I tapped my employee badge at the automated kiosk, and an old-school keycard popped out. I’d expense it later. She snatched the card and tugged me along, still trying to stay in control. I was going to fix that.

Down the hall, she beeped open the door to our room. Wasn’t much of a room—literally just a bed and a door to a dirty bathroom. It did have a tiny window that looked like it actually connected to the outside.

“Classy place.” I grumbled.

“Perfect for some slum fun, right?” She crawled onto the bed, and I watched her perfect ass before she flipped over. Tugging open her shirt to expose a lacy bra, she popped each of those perfect tits out.

She traced a finger around one of her dark nipples, and my mouth watered as they hardened to firm points. I was frozen in place, watching as she pinched one.

“You shy now?” She teased, testing me.

I shrugged off my jacket and shirt. “That depends—are you a good girl or a bad girl?”

“I can be whoever you want me to be.”

There was a metallic thud as my belt hit the floor. I climbed over her, pressing my knee against that warm, wet cunt as I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I think you look like a good girl, but deep down you’re a filthy slut who likes to suck Magenta dick.”

She giggled, a little color rising in her cheeks. “Is your mouth always this dirty?”

“We haven’t even started yet.” I dipped my head, capturing a firm nipple in my mouth, sliding my tongue along the raised bud before sinking my teeth in. She squirmed, panting through the pain. I pulled back, grinning at the fresh, red teeth marks I’d left behind.

“Do you have—”

I sat up, kneeling over her on the bed as I reached into my back pocket. She fumbled with my pants, struggling with the button.

I grabbed her face, fingers sinking into her cheeks as I forced her to look up at me. “Nervous?”

“No! I just don’t normally…”

I traced my thumb over her bottom lip before forcing it into her mouth, and she instinctively wrapped her tongue around it.

“Sure, you don’t. Don’t have to lie to me, doll. I like bad girls.”

Her eyes lit up, and she sucked harder.

She pulled my cock out and couldn’t help admiring it as she did.

It had been a while since I’d been teased like this, the vein running down one side twitching.

I flicked the piercing underneath the head and it twitched again.

She was staring—no surprise there—but then I realized she wasn’t looking at my dick.

“Carpet matches the drapes, huh?” She grinned up at me, running her fingers through the blue hairs at the base of my cock.

“All natural.”

She wrapped her hand around me then, and I groaned as she squeezed—harder than I expected.

Her eyes widened at my piercing, fingertip tracing the metal barbell that ran horizontally just beneath the head. “Does it…hurt?” Her voice held that perfect mix of fascination and trepidation—the sound of someone discovering something forbidden.

“Only in the best ways.” I caught her wrist, guiding her hand into a slow stroke. Her technique was too good for the innocent act she was playing, but I didn’t care. The contrast between her wide eyes and skilled fingers only made me harder.

“Here.” I reached for the condom I’d set aside, tearing it open with my teeth. Her eyes tracked the movement, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I rolled it on slowly, letting her watch. “Now you’re ready for the real lesson.”

She leaned forward, hesitant at first, her breath hot against the tip. “What about when you’re inside someone?” Her lips brushed against me as she spoke, the vibration sending electricity up my spine.

“Why don’t you find out?” I threaded my fingers through her hair—not pushing, just holding—letting her know who was really in control.

She took me into her mouth then, just the head, her tongue finding the piercing immediately. The metal snagged against her teeth, and I hissed, tightening my grip in her hair. She pulled back, looking up with an apology that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Sorry, I’ve never…” She let the lie hang between us, her fingers still working me with practiced precision.

I pushed deeper into her, loving the way tears welled in her eyes as I pressed against the tight ring at the back of her throat. She swallowed, gripping me tighter, and I had to pull her all the way off before I lost it again. She was no innocent—with a mouth like that.

I tugged her hair until her back hit the mattress, the springs creaking beneath us.

Her shirt was still tied on and her skirt was bunched around her waist, that flimsy excuse for underwear pushed aside rather than removed completely.

It was hotter that way—the illusion of hurried desperation, like I couldn't wait long enough to strip her properly. Which I couldn’t.

She hooked one leg around my hip, pulling me closer with surprising strength. The wet heat of her pressed against my cock, slick and inviting. I positioned myself, watching her face as I pushed against that tight resistance.

“You sure about this, doll?” I asked—more to hear her beg than out of any real concern.

Her answer was to arch up, taking just the tip inside her. The gasp she made wasn’t pretend—I felt the way her body tensed, adjusting to the intrusion and the unfamiliar sensation of the piercing.

“Fuck,” she breathed, her nails digging half-moons into my shoulders.

I pushed in slowly, deliberately—making her feel every inch, watching her pupils dilate as my piercing dragged along her inner walls. Her body gripped me like a vise, so tight I had to grit my teeth against the surge of pleasure threatening to end things before they properly began.

When I was fully seated, I held still, savoring the moment. “Still think you can handle Magenta dick?”

She nodded, breathless, her facade slipping just enough to reveal something hungry beneath.

I withdrew almost completely before driving back in harder than before, setting a rhythm designed to break through whatever performance she thought she was giving.

“God, you look so fuckin’ good like this.

” I squeezed down on her thighs harder, knowing they’d be bruised tomorrow as I thrust into her.

But she just arched her back, making the most beautiful sounds as I hit that spot deep inside her.

I watched that uptight shell break apart as she begged me to fuck her harder.

I had to bite my tongue not to come right then and there, but I wanted her ruined for anyone else after this. I had to take my time.

But I knew I’d be jacking off to this again later. I reached for my Vysor on the side of the bed, and her faced hardened. She surprised me again—clamping her legs around me and flipping me onto my back.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her eyes were sharp—sharper than they had any right to be after how many lines she’d had.

“Chill, doll. You just looked so good, I wanted a way to remember this.”

“No pictures.”

She rose to her knees, then slid back down onto me with excruciating slowness.