Page 31 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“Yeah. He’s got a couple of pieces he’s been working on, and I’ve been making him practice. But it’s different performing for just me. In a room full of strangers, he kind of freezes. Gets stage fright, you know?”

Actually, I didn’t know much about stage fright at all. Apparently I had no issues when it came to performing in front of others—just ask Sin.

No, no,Kelly.

It had been days since I’d allowed myself to think aboutthatdelicious male specimen, and as my cock began to throb, I had my reason why.

The man made me crazy. Certifiably mad. Whenever I thought about him, my body took over and had a mind of its own. I had no willpower to say no, no common sense to my thought process, and it appeared I made rash decisions in his presence.

Something I became aware of Saturday night while soaking in my tub, when I realized that I’d agreed to doanothersex video with the man. What the hell was the matter with me?

Oh, that’s right. I loved Kelly’s monster cock. Even more, I loved it inside me.

“Van?”

“Huh?” I glanced out the elevator door to see West waiting for me.

“You have to get out of the elevator to use the exercise equipment. Although”—he eyed the hard-on punching against my shorts—“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if you went and usedyourequipment in the locker room as long as you don’t make a mess.”

I shot him the finger as I shoved off the wall.

“They wouldn’t want you to fall and break anything important.”

“Fuck off.” I brushed past him and heard his laughter follow me as I made my way across the marble lobby and through the double doors of the fitness center. Truth be told, I felt like taking a detour and going through to the wellness center for a massage. Maybe after.

We made our way into the multistory, fully decked-out gym and scanned the space, and when I spotted our two favorite treadmills available and ready for an hour of torture, I groaned.

“Sure you don’t want to just head into the sauna?”

West clapped me on the back and shoved me in the direction of the empty machines. “After.”

I knew I needed to get back on schedule. After taking a couple of days to rest my weary body, it was time to get back to my routine. But the first time was always the hardest.

And there went my brain again.

First time…

Hard…

Kelly…

“Fuckin’ hell, what’s up with you today?” West climbed onto his preferred treadmill and glanced back at where I stood motionless, caught up in the delirium caused by a certain sex god. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were smokin’ some of that new shit Travis has been going on about.”

That was the last thing I’d ever use to get high. Kelly’s built body, however, was a whole other story. “Well, you do know better. I don’t suck on anything that—”

“Isn’t a big, thick cock?”

I nearly tripped over my feet as I stepped up onto the machine, and West quickly reached out to lend a hand.

“Seriously, what the hell is up with you?”

I swatted his hand away and steadied myself, putting my water bottle in the holder and seriously contemplating whether I had the brain capacity to run on this thing when it started to move.

At the rate I was going, West was right: I just might fall and break my dick—or worse yet, my face.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just a clumsy shit today.”

“Says the man who can walk a runway in nine-inchers.”

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