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She’s looking the wrong way; probably why she shrills in shock when I scoop her up and storm off the dance floor. “Going on break,” I inform my coworkers, then turn my mic off, shutting and locking us in the utility closet. “What. Was. That?” I growl at Presley as I set her on her feet.

It’s dark in here, but not too — the high window letting in just enough moonlight to bathe my sassy lil’ ballerina in a golden outline. She’s pushing the hair out of her face, flustered and out of breath, the swells of her huge, fantastic tits testing their confines with each heavy inhale… so I help her out, yanking down the front of her dress to free them.

“What-”

“Answer me,” I interrupt her gasp, fighting the urge to grope the twin beauties now out, perched high on the fabric for my taking. “What the hell you think you were doing out there?”

“I, I was dancing for you, teasing you because of the dance lessons thing. I thought you’d like it,” she hisses, moving to cover her breasts.

“No way.” I snag her wrists, stopping that shit cold. “You wanted to put on a show, then show me; leave ‘em out, for me.” I free my grip, daring her to defy me, which she doesn’t.

“What is your problem, Sutton? I did something fun and sexy for you, so why the hell are you acting mad?” She gets louder, propping both hands on her hips… unaware she’s putting that chest, and rock-hard nipples, on further display.

I eat up the remaining space between us, dipping my head so our eyes are level, and she can see any levity filtered from my low rumble. “Oh, I’m not acting, babe. I’m mad as hell.”

“Why?”

“Why? Let’s see; for starters, I put you in your car, safe, thinking you went home… which you obviously didn’t, meaning, you’ve been traipsing through dark parking lots and clubs half the damn night. Not havin’ that shit, Presley. And second,” I take both her tits in my hands, savoring the feel of their hot, heavy weight before pinching her nipples, “every man in this place just got hard watching these beauties bounce around during your little show. You think your dress hides a goddamn thing? Fuck no; if anything, that thin, tight scrap of a dress just highlights ‘em. Makes a man hungry for what’s waitin’ underneath. And this?” I growl, spinning her around. “Putting this phat fuckin’ ass, that you know I love, out there for all those other eyes?” I push her dress up over her hips, kick her legs apart, then rip her thong off with one yank. “Yeah, you’re in big trouble, baby.”

“Wh, what are you gonna do?” Her voice shakes, but not with fear.

“Whatever the fuck I want.” I tug my fly open, shoving my jeans and briefs down. “Bend over. Get that ass back up in the air, showgirl.”

“Sutton,” she moans, giving me a questioning glance over her shoulder… while bending to my will. “Here?”

I scoff, arching my brows. “What, you want an audience for this too? Want me to take ya back out there and show all those fuckers what they can’t have? That only I get to fuck the woman they were all just lusting after? Make sure they know that while they’re jackin’ off to memories of you in their head tonight that I’ll be fucking you again?” I grip my cock, gliding the head along her dripping wet pussy, bumping hard with every pass over her clit. “Men are always gonna look, Sugar, I get that; but do not like you begging ‘em to.” On that growl, I thrust all the way inside her, groaning to her yelp, yanking her hips back so hard that the slap of her ass cheeks against me joins the chorus.

Her tits sway as I bang her from behind, all but hypnotizing me, the sexy rhythm trying its best to calm my primal rage. But I’m not ready, still fuming in a way I never had, needing to… mark my territory?What the fuck? “Who’s fucking you, Presley?” I drive deeper, harder, faster, taking her like a savage lunatic… and yet, nowhere near sated.

“You, Sutton,” she moans, “oh my God, you.”

I adjust my grip, giving the support she’ll need before grunting, “Bend all the way over, touch your toes.” She hesitates, squeaking my name. “I’ve got you, do it. Now.” I pull out to the tip and let her adjust, letting go of the shelf and bending in half for me, trusting my hold, which, of course, doesn’t fail her. Once she’s in position, gorgeous position —her already phenomenal ass looking fuller than ever, phat, juicy and ripe in my face, pussy puffed, primed, and smelling sweet — I tunnel back inside her with one brutal drive.

“Sutton,” she wails, like never before, her whole body wracked by my force. “Fuck, babe… that’s…”

“So. Fucking. Good,” I groan for both of us. “God damn, Sugar, you have no idea how good you feel.” She starts pushing into me, rolling her hips and doing some hard pop/snap thing at the end of each wave that’s got me seeing sideways… and talkin’ out my head. “Fuck yes, baby, just like that. Good girl,” my hiss slides through gritted teeth, “fuck me back, Sugar.” I start one hand for her clit, needing her to get there, fast, before I explode, but she stops me.

“Don’t you dare touch my clit.” The demand’s strangled, caught between husky pleasure, and what sounds a lot like agony. “You’re almost there, so deep, right on it. Just, just a lil’ slower, babe. Hard, but slower. Oh, God yes, it’s coming, Sutton. Fuckkk, do it baby, hit it just right!”

“Hands flat, now. Trust me,” I heave, picking her up just a bit, her hips now tilted so I’m driving down and against her G-spot… and mentally listing the States in alphabetical order, I think, hanging on by less than a fucking thread… because I forgot a condom, and she’ll be livid if I come in her. Dirty talk, sends her flying every time. “Right there? Yeah, that’s the spot, isn’t it? You love me buried deep, dontcha? Give it to me, Presley, come on my cock. Come all the fuck over me.”

“Sutton,” she wails, her entire body trembling as she bucks her hips, ass cheeks rippling, fingers clawing at the floor. “Holyyyy. Oh. My. God. Yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Sweet Mother of…okay, I get it now; huge difference in a woman’s orgasms. Can’t imagine how it feels for her, but I know how it feels for me — unfuckingbelievable. She’s never clenched, pulsed, throbbed, all of them, all at once, or whatever the fuck’s happening, me anywhere near this goddamn good. My maniacal grunts boom around us as I absolutely drill her, until I can’t take it another second and force myself to pull out, pumping a tight fist up and down my cock as fast as I can. The first hot, thick rope of come splashes… Dear God, it splashes her beautiful, sweaty, hot pink face… because my fucking goddess has already whirled around and is closing in to suck and swallow down my come for me.

She peers up at me and licks her lips. “I don’t know…”

I lean in and down, nose to nose, lips to lips, warning gravelly, “Well, I do. Any more shenanigans will not get you fucked again, Hot Shot, so take your ass home. I mean it. I’ve told ya before, I really try not to go all alpha and boss ya around, but like hell am I gonna have you in club parking lots alone at night.”

Her eyes roll as she snickers. “Okay, good point. But, just so you’re aware… carrying me off the dance floor to fuck your territorial jealousy out? Yeah, alpha as it gets.”

“Said I try.” I hitch a shoulder and wink. “Didn’t say I always succeed.” The reminder of just how out of control I’d been, however, turns my lack of remorse on a dime; so my next words hold conviction, and aren’t delivered with a wink. “I’m sorry, about forgetting a c-”

“I have an IUD, we’re good.”

“Oh, okay,” I exhale my relief; I know her stance on kids, thought for sure she’d be upset… which… hold up a damn minute. “I have no idea what an IUD is, but, thinking I’m a huge fan, and wondering why the hell I’ve been gloving up?”

She laughs, patting my cheek. “We’ll talk about it, things, later. Now, move your big ass outta my way so I can go home. Unless you’ve changed your mind on an encore?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Right when I get home,” I promise on a kiss, then shut her door. Once she’s pulled onto the highway, I turn to head back inside, adjusting my hard on to make the task easier; hard because, I’m as much a novice to relationships as Presley, but I’m pretty sure our “birth control discussion,” albeit a short one, is a really good sign.

We just went from “progress” to reaching the fucking peak and planting a God damn victory flag.

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