13
The haze of alcohol and drugs hit my system like a MAC truck.
The room is a blur, and I can drown into nothingness.
My head rests against the backside of the couch.
Nyla sits on my lap while another bitch hangs around my neck like a leech.
Her teeth graze over my jawline. The vibration from the music relaxes me.
The smoky haze clouds the room. Endless streams of bodies collide in sex, drugs, and euphoria.
“Do you want me to make you feel good, Kier?” Nyla purrs over the music. A sensual, dark laugh leaves my throat. I thread my hands through my hair and hiss out a breath.
“Shiiit,” I curse.
The other bitch plants kisses along my neck and jaw. Every touch is electric. What's fucked is all I envision is her. Clara. Maybe I'm turning insane. The chick lives rest free in my head, and Goddamnit, I wish it was her kneeling between my thighs.
The buckle of my jeans falls loose. My eyes snap closed. Nyla's warm mouth wraps around the head of my weeping cock. I hiss and shutter. The bitch knows how to suck a dick, I'll give her that. God fucking damn.
“Fuck, that's it.” I fist her hair, urging her to take more of me. My teeth slam into my bottom lip, drawing blood.
My blurred thoughts fall back to Clara. Her body under me.
Her perfect curvy body. Those blonde strands laid out on my pillow while I drill into her.
Fuck, this is insane. I’m so fucking gone.
I reach out with my other hand and grab Nyla's throat, forcing her down to the base of my cock until she sputters.
Her nails dig into my thighs, but I don't relent.
I want the air to leave her fucking lungs.
Fuck, I'm gonna to cum.
My leg muscles contract. Desperate whimpers leave my throat. I chant Clara's name like it's a new religion.
Shiiiit.
Cum flows down Nyla's throat. She swallows like the whore she is. Soft cries leave her throat and imagine it's my girl. Thank fuck both of these bitches are too far gone to care whose name leaves my lips.