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Oh God.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Rowan curves his fingers into me in such a way that has me writhing on the bar top. “And I think when you find someone you can have both with, you have to hold on to them as long as you can.”

All at once everything I’m feeling rolls to my center and is heightened by his sweep against my clit.

“Now, give me a little taste of what I have to look forward to. Say my name, love. Show me you’re good and ready for my cock.”

“Rowan…” I cry without any thought, as my pussy clenches around his fingers and I come—hard. My legs shake as I see stars behind my eyelids.

“Again,” he growls as he lays another little slap to my clit, and I continue coming in waves, the orgasm feels never ending.

“Rowan, please…” I trail off, burying my head in his shoulder, trying to regain my breath, trying to come back down from such an intense orgasm.

“Attagirl, I knew you could be honest.” Rowan pulls his fingers from me and sucks them clean, even sucking what he can from his thumb.

He stands between my legs, a shirtless god, his eyes full of want and I decide this vision of him is hands down the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” he says, sliding my arousal back over my still so sensitive clit. “I’m going to fucking devastate this pussy, and when I’m done Violette, you’ll be thanking me for giving you exactly what you’ve missed for ten years.”

I bite back a groan as I take in the most incredible view sitting before me on the bar top, glistening and needy. Violette’s eyes are full of desire, her cheeks are flushed, and her breath is quick and shallow. Her hair hangs down in thick waves over her perfect tits. The soft dip of her waist begs for my hands, she’s all mine for the taking and, fuck, have I waited. I’ve never wanted a woman more, and I know I never will.

Violette Taylor is the salvation I seek, and I want everything all at once as I unbuckle my jeans and back up, trying my best to savor this view.

My cock bobs free and I take it in my hand as Violette’s cheeks pinken with the sight, her eyes grow wide.

“Holy shit,” she blurts out as I move back toward her.

I chuckle as I continue my stroke. She squirms, and the sight of the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, ready for me to lay claim to it, causes pre-cum to leak from my tip.

“You failed to tell me you had a twelve-inch cock,” she says, fear lining her voice. My ego likes the idea of Violette being a bit afraid.

I chuckle. “Not quite, love.” I shrug. “Nine, and on a real good day, maybe nine-and-a-half.”

“This is going to hurt,” she mutters, yet her eyes are full of want.

“It might,” I tell her honestly. “But I’ll make sure it feels so fucking good.”

I drop a chaste kiss on her lips, anchoring myself between her soft thighs. Thank you, Shifty’s bar top for being the perfect height to fuck.

“Promise?”

“Promise. We’ll be a perfect fit, you and me.”

She moans when she feels my cock slide through her soaking slit, up and down, slowly.

Fuck, I’m dying to be inside her. So warm. Sowet.So fuckingtight.

“We’re really gonna do this? In the bar?” she asks with a smirk, looking so beautiful and breathless, pulling me closer as I toy with one of her nipples.

I stop with her words and slide my hands up to grip her face, kissing her gently.

“There isn’t a part of me that cares where we are,” I tell her as I pull her hand down and place it against my chest. She breathes a little slower when she feels the steady thunderous beat of my heart.

“All that matters is this—how we feel—and I feel so much for you, Violette. All of this is for you,” I tell her before sliding her hand from my chest down to my cock. “And all of this,” I mutter before my lips are on hers again.

She moans into my mouth and her voice is a whisper. “I really want you, Rowan.”

Her eyes focus on me and I can’t take one more second. I press into her just a little, just enough to make us both stop breathing for a second and look into each other’s eyes.

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