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He laughed, but there was no humour in it. “I’m something, alright.”
He pulled out suddenly and I clenched on thin air. I clamped my tongue between my teeth as he flipped me over, pushing the back of my head to the table; I shifted it to the side to look over my shoulder at him standing there, getting his fill from that angle.
“You taken anyone here before?” he inquired, palming my cheeks and spreading them out.
“Yes, a few times.”Numerous times.
“Next time then,” he said as he pushed slowly back into my pussy, his cock hitting different places from this new position. I automatically clenched him tightly and he hissed.
“Sure,” I told him breathlessly, hoping he would just shut up and continue.
He rode my body, this time at a slower pace, but with no less intensity as he drove into me hard enough that my palms held the table for stability. A slur of words spilled from my mouth, imploring him to keep going.
Our bodies slapped together as I pushed my hips back, matching his rhythm. He leaned over me, his front to my back and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of my neck, making me falter. The gentleness of that kiss in comparison to what we were doing.
“You on birth control?” he asked hoarsely. I nodded.
“Good.” I protested as he pulled out suddenly. “Shut up, Milla.”
I heard him remove the rubber and he surged back into me sans condom. He felt so good. I could feel the angry heat of him simmering into me. This felt like I was claiming some part of me back. A rebirth.
“You’ve been wanting this, right?” He circled his hips, and I moaned in pleasure. “Yeah… you’ve been begging for my cock since we were little.” He pulled back and slammed into me roughly, gripping a handful of my hair to hold me there.
I could feel his strength in that one single grip. Slamming into me, my body held onto him every time he pulled out. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to another climax as my muscles tightened, and I lost my rhythm as he pummelled into me so forcefully, chasing his own end.
My vision blurred as I splintered apart, biting down on my lip to stop the deafening scream. White hot pleasure ripped through my entire being as it kept on and on. He made three or four strokes, his hand moved to my neck and tightened. Stilling suddenly, he came inside me, punctuating his release with one last powerful stroke, a deep sex fuelled groan of gratification rumbling from him.
I was an overheated mess, my breathing heavy as I glanced over my shoulder at Texas. He still hadn’t moved, taking a moment to gather himself as he pushed the sweaty strands that’d come loose from his man bun out of his face. I sat in the peace of the moment that we were caught in, wanting to hold on to it forever but knowing it wasn’t an option.
That was so unbelievably hot.
He pulled out, and I felt his release running down the inside of my thigh. His fingers gently grazed over my shoulders, almost lovingly.
I pushed up from the table with wobbly legs, deciding to clean up and head straight back to jump in the shower in my room. My inner slut decided at that moment to whisper in my head, making my lips twitch;two down, one to go.
It may have been hard and rough with Texas. But the difference between the only one who’s ever had me and this was apparent.
Once we’d both redressed, we went our separate ways with brief words passed between us. Neither of us expected it to escalate like that, but we both clearly wanted that to happen. I didn’t regret it.
He was half right, though. By the end of our time together, I didn’t crawl, but I did beg.
Chapter21
Preston
Ipulled the car to a stop in the city district of Upper East Bay, putting it into park opposite Club Fourplay. A supposedly high-class strip club, it was where everybody knew your dreams died and shrivelled at your feet spectacularly. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be.
I surveyed Ronnie in the passenger seat, who was with me on the job tonight. He gazed calmly to the front entrance, tapping his thumb to his knee in a constant rhythm. I was fully aware of his mannerisms and compulsions. I’d gone past the stage of noticing them at every turn, but within close proximity it was hard to ignore. Not that I cared, and not that he gave a shit, either. He didn’t hold himself back.
Exiting the car, I locked it up as Ronnie joined me and we made our way over. Our IDs were checked, though it was laughable as they tripped over themselves, trying to rise to a position of authority above us.
I was known to them as a legacy, and the heir to one of East Bay’s most influential residents, they sensed the danger slithering around me, especially with Ronnie at my side. Most people did, and they kept a wide berth for their own sake, their gut instinct telling them to run far away. A wolf was a wolf, even dressed in silk.
We entered the building, casting our gazes around. It might be classed as a high-end strip club, but it’s still a fucking strip club. Women flaunted themselves over men trying to entice them back for private sessions, therefore making them more money. I guaranteed these women were a lot smarter than they looked, hearing and seeing more than they’re supposed to—that’s why we were here.
It was all a motherfucking game played over multiple boards.
A woman clad in sky high heels, a tiny scrap of material covering her pussy but with her ass on show, tits too, trotted over plastering herself against me. I politely removed her fingers from my shirt, stepping back out of her reach as Ronnie directed a sneer her way, causing her to scatter away quickly on those heels. Surprisingly she didn’t break her ankle.
