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I yank her panties to the side and slowly begin to massage her wet, tight pussy. She's so fucking small. I'm nearly too excited to get inside of her. I need to make sure she's ready for me. Open, stretched.

"Oh, Rye... yes, don't stop." Tati moans and her hips rock back and forth on my fingers.

I can tell that she's not just doing this for my enjoyment. She's enjoying this. If she likes it, there's no way I'm going to stop.

"No way." I groan and get as close to her as I can without pressing my cock against her. I need to calm down a little before I slide into her.

I start off slow, plunging one finger deep inside of her moving back and forth making sure to pay attention to her clit. When I think she's used to the one finger, I double up to two. I keep this going until she's absolutely full with three of my fingers, and she's already come at least one time.

"Rye! Fuck!" She screams and grabs hold of my wrist.

She's right on the edge of another climax, and I'm nearly as desperate as she is to get her there. I suck my breath in, only wanting to hear her noises. Everything around me goes silent for a second, that is, until I hear the one sound I don't expect.

Breaking glass.

"What's that?" Bee jerks up in the bed and slides back, so I'm no longer knuckles deep inside of her.

She heard it too. I turn my head in the direction, trying to figure out if it's coming from inside the house or not. It soundsfar away, but not far enough away that I don't have to be concerned about it. I hear another loud breaking glass, and it's only then that I realize where it's coming from.

The bar.

"Fuck! Stay here!" I order her and quickly jump out of the bed and slide some clothes on. I don't even bother with shoes.

I barge out of the house and quickly run down the stairs that lead to Rye and Barley.

I get down there just in time to see three men jump into a car and speed off into the night. I've seen the car before. It's Evan.

He's come back.

This time he didn't just leave, this time he destroyed my place before he did.

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Rye rushed out so fast, I'm certain he didn't grab anything to protect himself with.

What the hell is he thinking. Not everyone is afraid of a big tall man. He's not superman. He can be shot. He can be killed.

I jump out of bed and try my hardest to get my pants back on. My legs give out and I fall to the ground.

"Damn it."

That orgasm he just gave me is throwing off my coordination.

I don't know who is downstairs but whoever it is better pray that Rye deals with them before I do. How dare they stop my good time. I was so into it.

It felt so good, better than I thought it would.

Finally, I slide my shoes on and take off down the stairs behind Rye. I expected to see a fire or something crazy so I'm grateful to see the bar is still standing tall just a little broken up. The glass windows are all broken in, the tables are all turned over, and the till has been thrown across the room. The worstof it is the vandalism of the walls. There's graffiti and horrible words inked on the wood.

It really brings the whole vibe of the place down.

"Rye!" I call out for him and he pops up from behind the bar. He was bent down looking at something.

"I thought I told you to stay upstairs!" He barks at me before he rushes from around the bar, steaming mad walking in my direction.

I jerk back at his aggression. He's never spoken to me like this not even when I was absolutely out of my mind drunk.

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