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I made no promises.

Ever.

Not. One. Fucking. Time.

“Hey, you listening?” whatever her name was questioned. “Do you remember my na—”

“I don’t care about your name.” I purposefully walked toward her.

“Well I know your name” she sassed.

“I’m sure you do. I’ll tell you what I want to know.” With my thumb, I reached out to rub over her mouth in a back-and-forth motion. “How these pouty lips would feel wrapped around my cock.”

Her breathing hitched.

I shoved my thumb into her mouth, ordering with conviction, “Get on your knees and show me how far you can deep-throat my dick.”

She sucked on my thumb like a damn pro, unbuckling my belt.

“Good girl,” I praised, removing my thumb. Bringing her closer to me by the nook of her neck, I groaned in her ear, “Pull out my cock.”

Her skin immediately warmed my hand. She was one of the sorority girls or some shit. All their faces blended, all but one. I didn’t know her name and I didn’t care. She took it upon herself to follow me back to my apartment from the party on the third floor of our complex. I was simply giving her what she wanted.

She did as she was told with unsteady hands.

“Stroke it. Harder,” I demanded.

“Like this?” she breathed out.

“Yeah…”

I jerked her head back and she moaned as I dragged her down to the ground. Taking my cock out of her grasp, I stroked myself up and down in front of her face. Showing her how I liked it.

She peered up at me with hooded eyes. When she realized what I was doing, they glazed over like she’d never seen a man stroke himself before. Or it could have been the size of my dick.

Either way, I was used to it.

Looking down at her, I rasped, “It’s not going to suck itself, sweetheart.”

She didn’t have to be told twice. Her soft, wet, hot mouth swallowed me whole until she fucking gagged.

“Deeper,” I insisted, enjoying the feel of the back of her throat.

This woman followed directions nicely, but she wasn’t sucking me as far as I wanted, so I did it for her. Gripping onto the sides of her face, I began fucking her mouth, making her choke and I growled. Swiftly, I found the rhythm that had my head falling back.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” I groaned, staring up at the ceiling, simply thinking about the girl I shouldn’t.

I relished in the feel of her lips wrapped around me, but I’d been drinking. I wasn’t going to come fast. Especially after I looked back down at her and she wasn’t who I wanted her to be. It only pissed me the fuck off.

Her hair was the wrong color.

Her scent wasn’t the same.

The feel of her skin.

The look on her face.

I closed my eyes, pretending she was who I yearned for. I was immediately frustrated with myself for allowing my mind to wander to the woman who was forbidden and off limits. To not only me, but to every man.

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