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like shit after getting laid? Sometimes multiple
times in one night.
    This dude.
    Suddenly he didn’t want to touch this
bitch. He definitely didn’t want his mouth where he knew countless
other mouths had been and…
    A vision of Preacher came to mind; the
old guy sucking on her fat tits, jerking his hips back and forth
between her thick thighs.
    Feeling…off, Cage backed away, all the
way into the opposite wall, ready to tell her to take a hike, when
suddenly she dropped to her knees and yanked his leathers open. The
bitch had his cock out and in her mouth, sucking his shit like a
starving leech, faster than he’d ever freed that motherfucker
before.
    Holy fuck. His head fell back against
the wall, his hands found her hair, grabbing handfuls, fisting, and
his eyes closed. This bitch wasn’t a leech, she was a goddamn
circus clown, the kind that blew up balloon after balloon, turning
those fuckers into ridiculously detailed balloon
animals.
    Holding tighter to her hair, he punched
his hips forward, forcing her to take all of him. Jesus, fuck, that
felt good.
    He expected her to protest, to gag,
something, but Jesus, she was so damn into it, sucking and licking
his shit, moaning and purring like a fat kid with a fucking ice
cream cone.
    Groaning, he came quickly, more than
likely a straight shot into her stomach considering she’d been
champion deep-throating him like a sword-swallowing porn
star.
    After licking him clean, she shot to
her feet, her tits nearly hitting her in the face as they bounced
with her swift movement, and curled her body around his. “My turn,”
she purred, grabbing his hand and helping him down the waistband of
her jeans.
    Eh. Whatever. Fair was fair. Circling
her clit he went clockwise, counterclockwise, then slid a finger
inside her and began pumping slowly. All of two seconds passed and
he was bored out of his fucking mind. He needed this over with,
like, yesterday.
    Grabbing her throat, he squeezed until
she gasped, then swung her around and shoved her up against the
wall.
    “ Come on, bitch,” he
growled, cutting off all her air supply as he continued working
between her thighs. “Give it here.”
    Eyes wide, eyelids fluttering, the girl
went stiff, shuddering silently through what was probably the best
orgasm she’d ever have. Cage silently thanked Bucket for telling
him, years ago, how to pull that shit off as quickly as possible.
Although, whereas Bucket used the trick to keep the bitches coming
back for more, Cage used it to get rid of them as quickly as
possible.
    Releasing her throat, he backed away
from her and buttoned up his leathers.
    “ You wanna fuck?” she
called out, her voice breathless.
    God, fucking, no. That bitch was a
straight-up whore. Barely twenty and already a fucking champ. Her
pussy would be swinging wide open by thirty. Fuck that.
    “ Nope,” he said evenly,
pushing past her. Pulling out Eva’s key from his pocket, he
proceeded to unlock the door.
    “ Asshole,” he heard come
from behind him.
    Uncaring what the bitch thought of him,
he stepped inside and slammed Eva’s door closed behind
him.
    Falling back against the door, he took
several deep breaths. What the fuck was wrong with him? Since when
did he give a fuck who else was fucking who he was fucking? Aside
from club whores, he almost never fucked a bitch twice for that
reason, not wanting to step on anyone’s toes, or to ensure the
bitch didn’t get emotionally attached to him.
    Maybe he was getting a cold? Maybe he
swallowed a bug on the ride up here and he was now dying of West
Nile virus?
    Or maybe he was just sick of fucking
whores?
    “ Whatever,” he muttered as
he scrubbed his hands over the stubble on his cheek and
jaw.
    A quick survey of the room showed him a
bed, a dresser complete with an ancient stereo system, and a rack
of CDs beside it. An old, ripped bean bag chair sat on the floor,
and the yellowed-white walls were lined with posters: Led Zeppelin,
Janis Joplin, Johnny Cash,