My dark secret

Chapter 7

Hello again and welcome!

Today we're starting things off a bit racey so if you're not older than 18, don't complain to me when you read NSFW content! Other than that, I hope you thoroughly enjoy it!

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Tom

I wrap her hair around my fist and drive into her harder. Her groans make my cock twitch. Bent over the beer barrel in front of me, I have one hand gripping her hair and the other uses the skirt that is bunched up around her waist to pull her back onto my rigid cock.

The door bursts open in front of us and I see Catherine in the doorway. "Oh, so sorry," she gasps in that sexy English accent of hers. She turns to leave but then turns back, looking torn and flustered. "Kyle told me there was beer here," she says, her eyes fixed to the ceiling.

"Over there," I grunt, nodding over to the chest fridges that line the wall to my left.

"Sorry! Ever so sorry! I'll just be a moment."

I follow her with my gaze, slowing my pace. What would it be like if it were her bent over in front of me? Surely better than it is with... Lacey? Stacey? Whatever her name is.

"Just pretend I'm not here," Catherine says as she bends over to reach into the fridge. Her dress rides up and I can almost see her ass. I want to spank that ass so bad. I grip the one in front of me in frustration and a squeal comes from its owner.

Having found her beers, Catherine hurries out the room and closes the door behind her.

I can't help but smile to myself at her reaction. She's adorable when she blushes. Closing my eyes, I can see Catherine's blonde hair wrapped around my fist, her pert ass in the air and my cock feels like it's grown another inch.

"Oh, God, yes, Tom!"

I frown. No, that's not her voice.

I cover the girls mouth but the fantasy has gone and I can't get it back. Now I just want to get this over and done with. I pick up the pace, knowing that I'm going to come soon and I don't even care if she does as well. With my eyes still closed, an image of Catherine laughing flashes in my mind and it's enough to send me over the edge.

Fuck. That's never happened before.

Catherine

"What's wrong?" Kyle asks when I get back to the table.

I'm still bright red after seeing Tom going at it with the girl. At least she seemed to be enjoying herself.

I open my mouth to answer, change my mind, close it, change my mind again and answer Kyle. "I walked in on Tom with a girl."

The men look nonplussed.

"That's our Tom for ya," Beast says, taking a long drink of his beer.

"I'll have a word with him," Kyle says to me. "He should learn to keep it in his pants a bit more, especially when there are ladies around."

"What about the ladies around here?" I ask, looking at the fairly drunk and flirty girls around us.

Pete snorts. "Those aren't ladies. Those are for fucking."

I feel bad for them. He's basically just called them all sluts. I see Tom and the girl come outside. The girl goes over to a bunch of her friends, picks up a drink and laughs with them. I look back to Tom who catches my eye and I immediately look away.