Page 17 of Sexploitation

I groan and rock my hips to meet his thrusts with more force, trying to chase my release before it gets away. “Fine. Fuck. Whatever.”

“That’s not good enough.” He chuckles as he continues to grind into me slow and hard, keeping me right on the edge. “I want to hear the words.”

“Okay, okay... I’m yours. I’m yours.”

He picks up speed the second the words leave my mouth, driving deeper and deeper. My walls clench around him, my panted moans growing louder with each pump.

“Come for me, Peach. Milk my cock with your sweet pussy.”

His words give me that final push over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I ride it out as he slows, his movements becoming more rigid as he climaxes.

“Mine,” he growls, coming inside me with one more hard thrust.

Elias

Parker shimmiesher dress back down her waist, her pouty lips pursing. “What are you grinning about?”

Sliding my boxers back up my thighs, I tuck my cock back in and pull my pants up, never once taking my eyes off her. “I’m just imagining all the things I plan to do to you now that you’re mine.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Can I have my panties back now?”

I grin and lean against the desk. “Nope. But you can go out there and tell that little prick you brought in here to lose your number.”

Her eyes narrow, a fire burning behind them once again. “If you’re referring to Niall, his prick is far from little. And why on earth would I do that?”

“Because I don’t share.”

Her narrowed eyes twitch, her lips spreading into an eerily sweet smile. She smooths her dress and hair before walking out of my office without another word. I chuckle and follow right behind her, knowing she’s planning to do the exact opposite of what I just told her to do. But when we get back out into the bar, the dude is nowhere to be found.

“Looks like your friend didn’t want to wait around for you after all.” She throws an angry glare my way as I step up beside her. “Guess that solves that problem.”

Krista’s features dance with amusement as she walks over to us, her stare bouncing back and forth between us. “Are you going to introduce me to your girl?”

Parker’s glare flies to Krista, the fury behind it quickly fading as she takes her in. Her lips curl into a mischievous grin when her stare briefly flickers back to me.

Before I can process her next move, Parker has wrapped her fingers around Krista’s wrist and pulled her close. Their gazes meet for a split second, just long enough for her intentions to be clear. Then Parker’s hand is curled in Krista’s hair, her swollen red lips pressed firmly against hers. I open my mouth to say something and snap it shut when Parker deepens the kiss.

Goddammit.

Krista’s eyes are wide when she releases her, a smile spreading across her face. I’m never going to hear the end of this.

“Hi, I’m Parker,” she says before her hard glare returns to me. “But I don’t belong to anyone.”

Krista laughs as Parker storms off. “Damn, I really like her.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snap, pointing at her. “Call Darren in. I’m leaving.”

There’s no way in hell I’m letting her leave here alone. Not after throwing that challenge down. I might have fucked her, but I’m not done with her yet. Not even close.

I don’t waste any time, darting out the door after her. She’s a few feet ahead of me, walking down the sidewalk like a general headed to war.

I jog to catch up with her, staying just a step behind her. “I think I’ve figured it out.”

She eyes me over her shoulder, curiosity getting the best of her. “What?”

“You’re afraid.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Fuck you. I’m not afraid of anything.”

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