Page 29 of The Coffee Shop

Like a fucking gentleman.

Then he winks to the camera.

“Oh, you fucking bastard,” I say under my breath. Realizingexactlywhere this is going.

Luke uses that hand to help Leena to her knees, then takes off his shirt, baring his brawn and tattoos to the world.

She quickly unbuttons his pants as if she can’t wait to see what’s inside, then pulls out his dick. It’s already hard.

I’m nearly there as well.

And I. Am going. To kill. Them.

It’s a good fucking thing that I’m inside the car, because the growl I let out when I watch her perfect lips wrap around his cock is anything but quiet. I stopbreathing when she takes him deeper.

Then, she starts really moving, opening her eyes to look up at Luke. He looks down at her with that grin. That fucking grin. The one that tells me just how much he’s enjoying this.

I watch him fuck her mouth on our front porch until the tears are streaming from her eyes and my cock is pressing so hard against my pants that’s its painful.

But Luke is nearly there and I am silently grateful this torture is almost over. But then he pulls out, leaving Leena kneeling there looking disappointed to have lost her treat. Luke helps her to her feet then pulls off her shirt,myshirt, in one quick motion.

“Fuck,” I groan as I watch her perfect breasts bared, her nipples pebbling in the air. My dick is absolutely throbbing.

He turns her around, then puts a hand on her back, bending her over until she is gripping the beam of the porch for support, giving me an unhindered side view of what is about to happen.

“You’ve got to befuckingkidding me,” I grit as Luke slides down her sweatpants. He uses his foot to widen her stance, then tilts his head to get a good look at her pussy, which is probably soaking wet by now. Then the bastard looks straight at the camera again, a smile spreading across his face, telling me just how great that view had been.

You fucking bastard.

He puts a large hand on her waist, the other on his dick, pumping it a few times before pressing against her center. Then he slides into her slowly, oh so goddamn slowly.

He looks up, closes his eyes and just enjoys thefucking moment, gripping her hips hard. And I don’t care that this man has been my friend for the past twenty years, I might actually murder him this time.

When he starts moving, I can hear Leena cry out, gripping at the porch beam to keep herself steady as he fucks into herhard, her breasts swaying beneath her.

If I had still been driving here, I would have pulled over to watch the show. Would have pulled out my dick and enjoyed this. But I’m in a public fucking parking lot in the middle of town.

They know this.

They have the goddamn GPS link to this phone.

Luke continues the relentless pounding until Leena’s legs become weak. He wraps an arm around her waist, holding her up as his other hand slides around to rub her clit. Within seconds, she is coming apart, her fingers clawing at the porch beam. Luke picks up his speed and the sounds he is making have my jaw clenching so hard I might chip a goddamn tooth. He looks down, watching himself fuck her. I watch that crooked smile spread across his face then after two more slow, hard pumps, it’s all over.

I let the phone fall to my lap, staring blankly out the window.

When I look back down, I notice that Luke is usingmyshirt to clean himself with, then drops it to the porch before following Leena inside.

That’s it. He’s fucking dead.

I pull the piece of paper from my pocket, suddenly remembering the reason I’m here, then stare at the phone number until my dick calms down enough for me to get out of the fucking car.

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I throw open the front door and barge inside the house. And I swear, if I find that they are fuckingagain...

I stomp down the hall, then stop dead in my tracks as I pass the living room. I blink.

Theyaren’tfucking.

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