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A shudder rolls through me and my eyes roll to the ceiling. “You’re really denying me the dick?”

“For now.” Drake flattens his tongue to swipe along my slit again. “I have this feeling that if we have sex, that’ll be the end of it.”

“And what’s the problem?” But the protest is weak as I settle into the cushions.

He scolds me with a harsh tap to my clit. “We’re just getting started. I’ll never be done with you.”

“Will you at least let me return the favor?” I poke my tongue into my cheek for the universal blowjob symbol.

He adjusts on the floor but doesn’t rise from his squat. “The first time you make me come, it won’t be with your mouth.”

My exhale sputters. “You won’t let me suck your cock?”

“Not tonight.”

I squint at him. “Anal isn’t an option.”

His nod is resolute. “Not without proper preparation and lube. We’ll build up to that.”

“What?” I shake my head. “No.”

“Sounds like we’re in agreement that I should keep feasting on this pussy,” he chuckles.

I snatch the bottle of champagne, suddenly in desperate need of a drink. “Thirsty?”

“Parched.” But he doesn’t accept the pucker I form on my lips.

The bubbles fizz along my throat with a long swallow. “I thought we were sharing.”

“Drink the rest. You give me enough to drown in.”

“Definitely not what I expected,” I breathe.

Drake’s smirk flashes me a dimple before he returns to his favorite meal. “I plan to keep it that way.”

The dark road appears endless through my windshield. I allow my thoughts to wander, accompanied by the measured thump from the truck’s tires. Cassidy’s face replaces the black landscape stretching in front of me.

Her tangled hair and flushed cheeks are the picture of passion. She falls apart in my clutches, eager and effortlessly like we’re established lovers. Pleasure saturates the air until she’s all I breathe. The hours pass too quickly, as if we only shared a few minutes together.

And that’s already a memory. It was difficult to watch Cassidy leave, but she insisted four orgasms were adequate. I snuck her out the rear exit to avoid a walk of shame. Her words, not mine. Personally, I didn’t see what the fuss was about.

I strutted to the front of the bar like a champion stallion who just won the Triple Crown. Cassidy’s essence smeared all over my face makes a far sexier trophy than a blanket of roses. Myfriends goaded me for being drunk on pussy, and I wore the evidence with pride. Still am, in fact.

The taste of her still lingers on my tongue. Echoes of her breathy demands fill my ears. I’m painfully hard. My cock aches for the release I’ve denied myself. Not for much longer.

Pavement switches to gravel when I turn onto the long driveway. The truck coasts along the bends framed by trees and rolling hills. I’m on autopilot with a singular goal as I park in front of the garage. Motion sensors spot me and illuminate a direct path to the house.

My boots hammer on the porch stairs to announce my arrival. Loud barking erupts from inside to confirm I’ve been heard. The door opens before I can knock, but the screen divider remains between us. At least until Chester and Cheeto claw at the flimsy barrier. Rusty hinges screech as the pair is set free to maul me.

The dogs rush forward to neutralize the threat. A few quick sniffs is all it takes before they’re trotting off to do their business in the yard. Cassidy leans in the doorway, screen snapped shut to protect her from the swarm of mosquitoes. A soft glow from the porch light reveals her grin. She makes no move to let me in, happy to watch me get eaten alive.

We stare at each other in silence. Only the chirps from crickets and intermittent squeaks from the windmill break apart the calm of midnight. I take the opportunity to drink in her appearance. She’s washed off her makeup. The outfit I drooled over earlier this evening is gone, replaced with an old, baggy t-shirt. Her hair hangs free in red waves. My fingers itch to feel the silky strands again.

“Drake.” The purr of my name rolling off Cassidy’s tongue has my dick punching forward in greeting. “Did I forget something?”

“Yeah, me.”

She blinks. “Huh?”

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