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“I remember,” he said, and I watched as he lit one cigarette while keeping his eyes on mine.

“Where did you get those from?”

“My room. Had them hidden and thought I’d smoke them since I paid for them,” he said with a shrug. “Continue. You were telling me something.”

“Yes, well…while you were making me come with your tongue, you had blood all over your mouth and cheeks. You smeared my blood on your cheeks on purpose. You looked like a football player.”

He laughed. “Sounds like something I’d do. Maybe I’ll make your dream become reality,” he offered, and I nodded enthusiastically.

We were standing a few feet away from the entrance, Fennec leaned against the wall with the wagon next to him and me standing in front of him.

I had pushed my hands into my pockets, but they wouldn’t stay in there for long.

“Come here,” he ordered, blowing out the smoke.

I stepped closer.

“Put your hands into my pockets. They have fur in them. Keeps your hands warmer,” he told me.

I didn’t doubt that, but I could’ve also just put on my gloves.

Pulling my hands out of my pockets, I slipped them into his and smiled up at him as he took another drag.

“Put your hand on my dick,” he instructed, making me frown.

“Here?”

“Yes, Vespyr. Here. Do it.”

I took one more look around us, seeing people enter and exit the store but pretty much minding their own business, so I turned my hand so my palm was facing him and moved it more toward the bulge in his pants.

Luckily, his coat was long enough to reach the middle of his thighs, so I could easily hide what I was doing underneath there.

He took another drag, keeping his eyes on me closely as I started to massage his cock over his pants and the pocket’s fabric.

“What if people will see?” I asked.

“Then they can mind their own fucking business and move on. Focus on me.”

I gave him a nod and didn’t move my gaze away from his, and when I got a better grip of his hardening shaft, I wrapped my fingers around it as much as I could and started to stroke him over the pants.

“You said you’re on your period.”

“I am.”

“And tell me again what I did to your pussy in that dream of yours?”

“You made me come. I’d like to feel that again.”

A smug grin appeared on his lips as I continued to rub his cock, and when it was hard, it jolted in my hand.

“Give me a kiss,” he ordered.

“Here?”

He raised his brow.

Okay, okay.

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