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pleasure and desire rocketing up my spine.

I look back down at her and her eyes are closed, she’s moaning her own pleasure around me as she has her way with me, and it’s one of the most arresting sights I’ve ever seen. She’s clearly enjoying bringingmepleasure and it’s hot as fuck to witness. As if she can feel my eyes on her, she rolls her eyes up to meet mine, and I see the familiar challenge in them right before she leans in and pushes my dick down her throat.

My hands move to capture her hair and hold it back, my fingers sinking into the back of her head as I begin to participate. She pulls my dick out for a second, so she can grab a breath, and then she’s diving back onto me. This time I help her effort and push down her throat as I hold her head in place. I groan again as I feel my dick push against the tightness in her throat. She gags against the intrusion and pulls her head back. I let her have her reprieve, but I want to hear her choke on my dick again and again.

There’s a line of spit hanging from her lips to my cock and more dripping down her chin. She grabs it and uses it to lube my cock and continues to pump her hands around me.

I hold her hair in one hand and use the other hand to hold her jaw. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

She complies immediately and I slip my cock inside of her mouth, in awe at how it looks disappearing inside of her. My eyes graze over her face as I continue to pump inside of her. Her red lipstick is smeared and her mascara is starting to run with the tears that are coming out of her eyes. But her eyes. Fuck, her green eyes shine with triumph and are the clearest, most beautiful emerald I’ve ever seen. She’s worth so much more than any jewel in the whole fucking world.

She’s fucking priceless.

I refocus my efforts to thrust inside of her mouth. I pump my hips in a steady rhythm as she greedily takes my cock. I push down her throat again but I’m always met with resistance before I can get the last two inches in. She’s struggling to fit my width and length inside of her mouth just like her pussy did and I make it my own personal challenge to succeed in making her take all of me, in both holes, effortlessly.

She’s gagging around me again as I hold her head on me. Tears are leaking from her eyes but she moves her hand to work my balls, even as she struggles to breathe. My balls immediately tense at the feeling of her soft, wet, warm hands and the orgasm is just suddenly there.

“Oh, fuck, Wendee…fuck!”

There’s no controlling it or stopping it as I spill down her throat. The force of it makes my body jerk and I have to release my grip on her head to hold onto the wall to keep from falling to my knees next to her. I groan as the pleasure rips through me like I’ve never felt.

“Fuck,” I growl.

It’s like a knife opening me up from navel to throat. I feel exposed and vulnerable for the first time, ever, and I’m not even the one on my knees. It feels like I might as well be.

Wendee licks and sucks my dick clean, thoroughly drinking down every last drop of my cum, as I come down from my high. She’s still on her knees, smiling up at me like she just won some kind of fucking prize, whenI’m the onewho got off.

Ishould be the one looking triumphant.

Ishould be the one feeling like a king.

But as I look down on her, I see my undoing and my salvation all twisted up together, in the mystery that is…

Wendee fucking Wright.

“Get up,” I order, as I finally remember to breathe and move.

I tuck myself back into my pants and realize we’re still in the elevator on the ground floor. Anyone could have called the elevator and found Wendee sucking my dick. The thought of getting caught sends a thrill through me. At the thought of anyone seeing that Wendee is clearly fucking mine, as if I haven’t already made that clear. Then again, maybe I need to make itcrystalfuckingclearso no one, not even my brother, puts his hands on her again.

I punch the button for the top floor, then turn to face Wendee. She’s leaning against the wall, a satisfied smirk on her face. I stalk over to her, tipping her chin up with my finger, my thumb rubs her bottom lip, smearing her red lipstick even more before I sink it into her mouth.

“I’m just getting started with you.”

Tink

Bad At Love by Halsey

As promised, Hook shows up at Sinful Delights the following night. Unfortunately, so does she. I thought that maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew when she spent alone time with Sinn.

I’ve never been with him in any type of intimate setting. I have no clue what he’s like behind closed doors or what he does to women, but I’ve heard the rumors. I’ve seen the after effects. Plus, I know how he is when he’snotbehind closed doors. He’s vicious and emotionless and heartless. He’s down right cruel and I see how it excites him. I’m not sure exactly why I even want to experience his cruelty any more than I already do. I don’t understand why I’m so obsessed with him, but I am, even as I’ve watched all the women come out of that elevator broken. I watchedherhobble out of here, the same way I’ve watched all the others, but unlike them, she fucking came back.

Relentless and annoying fucking bitch.

And now I’m forced to watch her sit in his booth, like she has any right to fucking sit in it, and laugh and flirt with Hook. Honestly, what a fucking whore. One brother isn’t enough? I’m not jealousexactlyof Hook giving her his attention. I mean, I don’t want anything to do with Hook, I want Sinn, but Hook does usually give me attention. Even if it’s to tease me or piss me off in some way, he’s always seen me in a way that Sinn never has. He’s seen me as a woman and not an employee. But not tonight.

Because ofher.

What the fuck is it with this goddamn girl?

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