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Of course, it wasn’t. “Nope.”

“Man, it was wild. They were making me watch forever, but then they said I could join in.”

“Are you a cuck, Mason?”

“I don’t know. I like to watch girls get fucked. Maybe.”

I nodded. That meant yes. To each their own. I just didn’t want to picture Mason’s dick in any way. Finally, he shut up enough that we made it to the club in some peace.

Once I arrived, I strolled in and quickly found the other guys at a table. Xavier had his girl at his side… and right next to her was Kinsley.

Before I sat down, I ordered two old-fashioned doubles from the bar. Downing one, I took my time with the other, meandering to our group in the corner booth. I’d need to wait awhile before driving again.

Kinsley looked fucking amazing, and I hated that my dick rose in my dress pants at the sight of her. Never in my life had I wanted to fuck and fight someone at the same time. Little Snow White was wearing a cream-colored dress with thigh-high boots. No tights… which meant she had paid attention to what I said. And that she expected me to show. I licked my lips.

Sipping my bourbon, I leaned against the wall near their booth, which was almost full. Certainly not enough room for a big guy like me.

“Scrunch in for Big G.” One of Marissa’s roommates said to the group, and everyone moved around the circular booth with Xavier’s girlfriend ending up on his lap, as usual.

The only available seat was right next to Miss Priss herself. When I sat down, she was squished between me and Xavier, and she fidgeted to try to make some room. I set my drink on the table and picked her up around the waist, plopping her onto my crotch. May as well just get it done and over with. If I fucked her, I could get over her.

I didn’t give a shit that she felt my erection in my pants. She needed to understand exactly what she was dealing with. Kinsley made it seem like she could handle it. I wasn’t so sure. Although the blow job she had given me was impressive. She’d taken me farther than anyone had dared.

“Excuse me!” She wiggled in my lap, only making the blood pump faster into my dick.

“Pipe down and sit,” I said so only she could hear. She settled at the sound of my voice. “I see you wore exactly what I asked. Hopefully, your pussy is exposed. Otherwise, I’m going to rip your panties off your body.” I placed my hand on her thigh and slowly glided my thumb up her leg to her core. She froze.

Then she slowly parted her thighs enough so my large hand could slip to her core. She was wearing some thin and skinny fabric. Pushing it aside, I fingered my way around, then gently caressed her nub. She gasped and turned into me.

“George. They could see.”

“I don’t give a shit.” Her wetness soaked my fingers. After playing with her pussy slowly for a while, I placed my lips on her ear and said, “I want to fuck you.” The skin on her neck erupted in those goosebumps I’d seen before in the library. “Do you think you can get prepared for this?” Thrusting my hips up into her, she leaned back into me.

“I’m already prepared.”

So she thought. Reaching around her, I grabbed my glass, downed the drink, then slammed it back on the table. Sliding out of the booth, I grabbed her hand and led her through the club and to the parking lot.

CHAPTERNINE

KINSLEY

Was this it?Were we finally going to have sex now? I had been practicing with my dildo, but I had seen George. He was bigger.

I had been hoping to have sex in a bed, but George led us to his truck. It reminded me of nights in Cale’s Honda, and it lessened my excitement.

“Um, you want to fuck here? In your truck?”

George stopped us. He turned me so my body was back against the front grill of his large pickup.

“Notinthe truck, princess.”

“Wh-where?”

Grasping my waist in his large hands, he plopped me onto the hood. My core was just beneath his head. I had never gone without tights. If he lifted my dress, he would see some scars. That would probably turn him off.

Fortunately, there were no streetlights near where he parked. It was dark and shaded from view. George slid my dress up my thighs, exposing my black thong. I sat up on my elbows on the hard metal.

“No, I’m going to snack here first. Dying to eat you.” He didn’t seem to notice my scars that had been exposed in the moonlight. Maybe he couldn’t see them properly. Before I could even think more about it, he ripped my thong straight off my body and stuffed it in his pocket.

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