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And what kind of man would I be if I didn’t share?

“Damn,” I mutter, letting my hands rest around under her hips. I want to erase Mills’s touch like a selfish fuck and keep mine there. “You’re like this...”

She looms closer. “Like what?”

“I want to make you come, Stormi. Right in the middle of this club, when you are worthy of so much more. When maybe you won’t remember for just a split second that you’ll regret it afterward.”

“Here?”

“Fucking here.”

“How...would you do that?”

I arch my back, giving her the whole length of my cock and not just some of it. “Torture me, baby. This will be the best way you’ll ever get to do it.”

That gets her full attention.

A little more than I thought it would because I guess I expected her to just let bygones be bygones and let me off the hook.

Forgiveness was something I may have been naive about in some way, but Stormi is a better person than me. She may never forget, but I don’t think she’d hold a gun to my head either.

Granted, there is no gun. Just my rigid cock and the fact that I have one of the most alluring females I have ever seen in my lap right now to give me blue balls for the rest of my life.

“Emric,” she whispers, nearing in closer to me. “What does all this entail?”

“Torturers choice,” I reply. “You’re the boss.”

Her lips heave in a wide grin. “The boss.”

Yeah, I said it.

I reach for my Coors Light that’s lukewarm and begin chugging the contents down until Stormi’s hand lands on mine. She plucks it out of my palm and brings it to her lips that I would love wrapped around me.

She tips it back and swallows in one gulp. I lick my bottom lip, savoring the barley taste of my salvation to get me through this. Stormi’s eyes follow my tongue, and my dick twitches in response.

Everything next is some sort of blurred dream that I can feel, smell, and taste. Stormi’s lips find mine, mildly brushing, and learning.

So, the first time she was half fucking out of it after I held her underwater for too long. Second time, it was to keep her from screaming with a load full of kids in a van next to us. Now she’s drunk, and I’m tipsy off her mixed with the jealousy that was clogging my brain. I guess I can’t be too picky with how this shit works.

Half of me feels a twinge of regret—again.

The other half is chiding at me to shut the fuck up and take it how it comes.

Stormi’s chest presses into mine as she adjusts herself in my lap. Then she begins the slow and hot process of grinding, rubbing, and humping my dick.

I feel like a teenager getting to fuck for the first time. I’m anxious, hot, and exceedingly turned on right now. So much so that I’m about to start panting in the next few seconds like a virgin touched for the very first time.

“I think the deal was,” Stormi utters between my lips. “That you were going to make me finish.”

My whole body laxes and crumples at her words, submitting to whatever she asks or tells me to do.

Fuck, that’s new.

Nevertheless, I’d do anything right now to hear her fragment and fall apart in my arms.

My hand finds the area between her legs, and I begin to circle her clit through the thin material of her leggings. The other is kneading her ass as I slip my tongue inside her mouth.

Sweet and gentle time is over. I’m going to devour her with my lips and fingers and pray to God it’s not the last time before she leaves me.

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