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“Yes, Glory?” I have my eyes closed, but I can tell by the tone of his voice, he’s smiling and enjoying the fact that he’s driving me insane one soft caress at a time.

“Please, Beck.” My plea almost sounds painful from my pent-up desire.

“Please what, beautiful? Tell me what you need."

“Please…” Touch me, fuck me, lick me? Does he want me to beg? I totally fucking will.

Chapter Twelve

Beck

This night is going to be amazing. I’m going to finally get to be with Glory. After I fuck her here, we’ll have dinner, and then I’ll take her home and keep her sexy ass in my bed for at least a week. I didn’t plan for our first time to be here, on the floor of Angelica’s Etoile, but I’ll be damned if I stop it. When Glory came at me and I saw that fire in her eyes, it was on. No way was this not happening right here, right now.

We stay frozen in this moment, eyes locked before she seems to come to a decision.

“You. I need you.”

She attacks my mouth with a hunger I’ve never seen before. Her words have my head spinning. I want Glory Greystone more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything in my life. My tongue slides between her lips, and I make love to her mouth with mine. I show her every damn thing she makes me feel—crazy, horny, happy, free. Everything I’d like to do with my tongue on her pussy, I demonstrate on her mouth. I groan from the high she’s giving me.

My hand clutches at her thigh, lifting it up toward my hip so I can get my dick closer to where he is fucking dying to be. Not daring to break our kiss, I roll so she is on top of me. Using her hips as leverage, I grind my cock up into her lace-covered pussy. She groans into my mouth from the contact, and I claim that mother fucker. It is mine. The sexiness of her moan has me offering one in return.

I press the length of my cock into her deeper and harder. Her rapid breaths flowing across my lips drives me insane. My dick is hard as fucking granite. I’m dying to be buried balls deep in her. One hand releases her hip, and now, it’s all over her. I can’t touch her in enough places to satisfy this hunger. I grab her hair, her breast, her nipple, pinching with a slight twist that makes her body tremble on mine. My hand slides to that gorgeous fucking ass, grabbing and squeezing. God, I love her ass.

Glory begins to writhe wildly on top of me, seeking out the friction she desires. It’s not enough for either of us. I grab at the red dress, the bastard material trying to keep my hands from her skin, and furiously tug it down her arms. Glory wriggles with desperation trying to aid in its removal.

Just as I get the sleeves down her arms, an audible gasp from across the room has us both stopping in our tracks. Slowly, we turn and see a young man frozen in shock at the doorway.

“Um, I’m sorry to interrupt you and your babe, man. I was just out here with my parents when I saw you come through. You’re my hero, dude! I play drums because of you, man. Can I get a picture?

“Of this?” Glory shrieks mortified. I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of this situation. Every time my cock gets near to being inside her heavenly pussy, some mother fucker comes along to fuck it up. I’m really starting to think some groupie put the fucking voodoo on my dick. Is cock voodoo a thing? Cock-a-voodoo, maybe?

I hold Glory closer to my chest, trying to keep dazed and confused over there from getting a better look at my girl’s goods. I don’t blame the guy for looking. She is hot as all fucking hell, but his leering eyes make me want to rip them out of his face. His wrinkled dress shirt and pants do nothing to hide his shaggy blonde-haired stoner vibe. The blood red eyes would give him away regardless.

“How about you give us a minute and I’ll come out and find you?”

“Oh. Oh my…um, I’m so sorry. I was just coming to take your order. I can come back.”

Our server stands behind the stoner, mouth open in shock, as Glory and I still lie on the floor in a half-naked, rumpled heap.

“Oh, my Lord. Can everyone just get out? Obviously, we need a fucking second here.” Glory, to my surprise, starts to laugh.

“What’s so funny, beautiful?” I look up into her eyes, and a genuine smile is plastered on her face. She is stunning. She takes my breath away.

“This is just crazy. It’s like I’m cursed. I just want to ride that train.”

“Glory honey, are you okay? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Glory has lost it. She’s making train whistle noises as she laughs, talking about needing to mount the unicorn. I need to get her dressed and out of here. This last interruption settles it. I am getting so desperate I am thinking of buying a private island so I can take Glory there and finally fuck her.

Fucking cock-blockers are everywhere.

Chapter Thirteen

Glory

Well, our date started out great and ended in a fiasco. The ride back to our building spent mostly in silence. Beck apologized profusely after he walked me to my door, but really, it was all me. I was so embarrassed of my behavior at the restaurant that I awkwardly said goodnight to him in the hall and went inside my apartment. He didn’t indicate he wanted me in his apartment and there was no way I could invite him in mine and risk him seeing the hole in the wall. Especially after he tried to take me on a date and my brain was over ridden by my vagina. What can I say? She’s a needy bitch these days. I was so embarrassed of my behavior, I couldn’t think of anything to say for myself. I just have no control where Beckett is concerned, not even a little. I’m cock-starved, and he’s an all you can eat sex buffet. Everything he does turns me on. I’m so sexually frustrated right now from having been so close to finally, finally having him naked only to get interrupted, yet again.

I totally considered just fucking him anyway, server and stoner boy be damned. I mean, I’m obviously into voyeurism of some sort at this point. I’m coming to find out I have a kinkier side than I’d realized. I blame no sex and all these damn book boyfriends for my new-found kink. It’d be comical at this point, if I weren’t so horny. The slightest breeze in the right spot could get me off. Sad thing is, B.O.B. doesn’t cut it anymore. Once you’ve seen the unicorn, nothing else can compare to its majestic beauty. Sadly, that unicorn left a few days ago to go on his mini tour. My vagina is in mourning as she awaits his return.

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