Page 10 of Southpaw Slots

Max’s brow furrows as he stares at his folded hands resting on his stomach. “Wyatt, I’m sorry about Arianna. But like I said?—”

“No need to explain. I understand. See you next week with that big drop.” Standing, I leave before he can start some awkward conversation. Neither of us like each other, and I’m absolutely fine keepingit that way. I don’t want to be his buddy. Not while I’m about to do something unholy to his sister.

Fritz waits for me outside the room when I head out. Escorting me to the foyer, he doesn’t say a word as he opens the front door, stoically standing like a statue, looking straight ahead. Sliding back on my bike, I steer toward the back barn. I don’t care if Fritz sees. Maybe he’ll learn something.

I cut the engine early and let her roll over the dusty road to the empty shed. Taking such a pristine girl among the hay bales always makes my dick twitch a little. Vix will get dirty just for me and I love it.

Wearing a tight leather miniskirt and a black tank top, she’s dressed againfor me, or what she thinks is for me, when, really, I just likeher. Her long chestnut hair dances in the slight breeze as I open the barn door, letting in streams of yellow light from the sun. Her huge brown eyes hold worry and temptation.

“Wyatt…” She runs over to me, slipping her tiny arms around my waist, practically pulling me inside, and I let her.

“Shh, vix. Let me shut the door first.” Once I do, I hold her hand and lead her to our workbench, and with a little hop, she helps me sit her on top so we’re eye to eye.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what more to say, Wyatt. I love you.”

Stroking back a strand of her hair, I tuck it behind her ear. “Listen, I got angry. I was hurt and I was brash.You did this for your brother and sister-in-law, which is a good thing, vix. You’re loyal. I-I guess I just thought you’d be more loyal to me.” My lip snags under my teeth for a moment as I look down, but before she can protest with an argument, I say, “But I do understand. And now you’re married to someone else…you’ll need to be loyal to him, too. We can’t be meeting like this, Arianna. It isn’t right.”

Her mouth purses and quivers as her eyes fill with tears. With a flush under her olive skin, she’s a vision. How can anyone resist her when she’s so vulnerable like this?

“I can’t lose you. I can’t. I just can’t.” Threading her fingers around my neck, she pulls me close, until I can smell her flowery perfume, mixed with a strong scent of alcohol again. She’s been drinking heavily since I cut her off the first time. And I don’t like it.

“You’re drunk,” I say, trying to peel back from her trap, but she firms her grip.

“No, no, I’m not. I had one glass of champagne before you got here. That’s it. Please, Wyatt. Please don’t leave. You can do whatever you want to me.”

My breaths quicken as my cock hardens hearing her trying so desperately to keep me, offering everything to me. Mixed with her scent, her hair tickling my arms as she leans forward with her soft lips that I want to taste again…it’s impossible to resist.

With a rapid pull, I snare her neck with one palm and force her to me in a fierce kiss, clutching onto hermouth like a lifeline. The first inhale of her breath into my lungs is like a hit of a drug after being clean for too long: potent and aromatic, with the seduction of promisingmore. Her taste is an instant reminder to my dick of good times as it surges with blood, roaring to get out of the cage it's trapped in.

Shoving her back on the table, she leans on her elbows as I hurriedly unzip my jeans and pull out my hot cock to give it some air. I fist it with one hand and use the other to pull up her tiny skirt, revealing her bald pussy ripe and ready for my tongue. Leaning over, I shove my face between her legs and gnaw at her clit. Not biting as hard as last time, but close enough while I stroke in between my bites with my firm tongue. Inserting one finger, I hit her barrier of resistance and press against it gently while sucking on her sweet spot until her breathy pants become bellows of pleasure and I know she’s going over the edge.

“Come for me, vix. I’ll allow it this time.” And she does. Screaming, thighs shaking around my head, she rubs herself on my face, riding out her orgasm with my forefinger still holding at her tight entrance. “Now, get down here and show me how much you love me.”

She returns to shore from her waves of euphoria and slides off the bench to kneel in front of me, gazing up at me with those beautiful chocolate eyes. “I’m gonna come all over your fucking face and tits,” I tell her. “Pull them out. I wanna coat you. You’ve been sobad for me. I wanna claim every inch of skin I can before you marry him.”

Sitting back on her thighs, she slowly peels off her tank top until her generous breasts pop out with a bounce, her dark nipples large and erect. Reaching down, I pinch one hard as she squeals with her mouth wide open, so I shove my cock inside while her voice vibrates my head piercing. Electric shocks ride down the ladder and into my balls as she does. When her throat closes in a gag, it only makes me want to shoot down her throat, but I hold back so I can enjoy her for longer.

This is it.

This is the last time.

And Ihatethat it’s not. Why do I do this to myself? The pain after is going to hurt so much worse if I can’t cut her off.

Clutching the hair on the back of her head, I force her to look up at me as tears stream down her full cheeks. “I love you. Do you hear me? Why can’t I let you go? You hurt me. You only bring me misery. But I can’t leave you. So, suck me off, vix. Make me feel better for this. One. Moment.” With each word, I shove in deeper.

Using her hands, she works my balls and shaft as I thrust forcefully into her mouth. It isn’t long until I need a release. Until I must let go just because the torture of knowing it’s our last rendezvous and thetorment that I’m doing the wrong thing becomes too much.

With a grunt of relief, I leave her with a gift of the agony of ambivalence.

And she swallows every drop.

She bends over on all fours, sobbing, her nails scratching at the old dirt floor. Fighting my own tears, I reach under her arms and pull her into my body until she clings to me. “I’ll come to your wedding, vix. I’ll do it. I’m not happy about it, and it’s going to rip me up inside, but I’ll do it. If only to pretend I’m up there with you. I love you.”

Pulling back, she blinks rapidly, flicking water off her long black lashes. “Y-you will?” She sniffs and runs a hand under her nose.

“Yeah. I will. Don’t ask me to do anything more, or I won’t be able to handle it. But I’ll sit there.” Pressing my lips against hers in a gentle tap, I brush back her hair and hold her.

For the last time…

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