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Her breath hitches, leaving enough space for my hand between us but still wanting to keep our lips meshed and exploring. I want to feel how wet she is, taste her on my tongue, but we’re in public, it looks like we’re just making out and getting off on each other in a somewhat innocent way.

But innocent hasn’t always been my way.

Both of my hands clamp onto the thin fabric between her legs, and I tear at the seam, making one small hole for my finger to slip into. Stormi gasps, and I smile into her mouth.

“You’re the boss, baby,” I assert. “Do you wanna stop?”

“No.” Her answer is a mixture of both of our breathing. “I know what I’m doing.”

My own eyelids snap shut at the gravelly sound of her voice over the obnoxious bass of the music. The need to have her is overwhelming, to say the least, and I’m getting to a breaking point of taking her to a dark hallway, bathroom, the truck, anywhere without prying eyes.

I let my index and middle finger slip inside the small opening I created and find her panties soaked at the touch.

“Fuck,” I growl as Stormi’s next exhale is shuttered.

Yep, fuck. That’s exactly what I am and want to do.

“Ride my fingers, baby,” I stress. “Imagine it’s my cock wanting to slide in and fuck you until you can’t breathe or see right.” I press a kiss to her lips. “You’re fucking killing me right now.”

My dick painfully strains against my jeans as Stormi turns into someone I’ve never seen yet before—sexually craved. She begins to propel and demand her high as I find her clit, executing circles around the fabric of her panties.

It’s definitely the liquor.

But having this, regardless of how isn’t going to help my self-control moving forward.

I’ll want her all the time.

She’ll go back to wanting to go home.

This was fucked even before it started.

Stormi’s body rises and falls, driving herself into my touch. Her lips search for mine, and I gladly oblige, meeting her tongue almost immediately. I increase my speed, craving for her to break apart because of me, and what I can do to her.

Her hot exhales mix with mine. Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I groan like an animal. She was my prey, now she’s my karma—my tormentor. Because I don’t think I’ll find anything as sweet and beautiful as Stormi is right now.

“God, Emric,” she sighs. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, sweetheart, take what you want.” I tuck my head into her neck, licking a trail up the column and into her ear, I whisper, “Use me, baby. Fuck me.”

She crashes, squeezing my shoulders until her nails are piercing into my flesh. I continue to stroke her, feeling a violent shiver leave her body as I relish in this moment for just another second.

Her jaw drops invitingly as she drifts downward, and I’m still rock-hard until I can jerk off on my own.

Removing my digits, I bring them to my lips, opening my mouth to finally savor how sweet she is, but her hand locks around my wrist.

Bending closer, her lips enclose over the two digits that I just used to send her crashing over, stealing away the one thing I was looking forward to this whole time. Her glossy blues stare at me as she sucks herself off me, and she did it.

She tormented and exploited myself and cock from having some sort of relief in the best possible way ever.

And unfortunately, Stormi may have just become something I’ll never recover from.

May God have some sort of mercy on my soul.

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