Chapter 69

Riley

"Come on you can do better than that. Shove that tongue in my p.u.s.s.y!"

My screams echoed off the rooftop. It was cold as heck but I didn't care even slightly.

Charles, if that was his real name, because that was what he had given me the night we met at Prism weeks ago, was on his knees, pumping his tongue into my c.u.n.t right on Christmas midnight. His face was buried between my thighs, his tongue was thick and greedy, pumping into my dripping hole while his nose rubbed hard against my clit.

I had one leg hooked over his shoulder, my back pressed against the...