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“I’m not him, but I’m just as inevitable.”
I place the petaled devil back on my clit, my sky is raining shooting stars almost immediately.
James fiddles with the plug on my ass, and thrusts in, as deep as he can go. My moan is caught in my throat, and there’s nothing but silence as all my muscles clench in spasm. I need a trigger to tip over the edge, and when James pulls out and buries himself balls deep in me again, pressing and releasing the diamond end of the plug, my moan vocalizes my pleasure. A long throaty scream of bliss that lasts forever leaves my lips until I’m breathless.
I fall on the bed with James on top of me, my knees and arms giving out from the intensity of my orgasm.
I am in delirium.
My eyes are still closed shut, despite the blindfold, reveling in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I can just feel the grin on James lips, his labored breaths fanning my face as he clears my hair away from my cheeks.
“That’s Daddy’s little girl. Now let me fuck you to oblivion again.”
Chapter Five
James
“You little cheat!” Rose turns around sporting a smile worthy of the Cheshire Cat.
“Am not!” She lands her hand on her chest in mock outrage. “You just suck.” Fuck if her sassy attitude doesn’t go straight to my crotch. I am having to try harder than I should to keep my cock soft after an entire afternoon of toys, games and divine debauchery.
We have been at the local watering hole for close to an hour. They have truly outdone themselves with the decorations ahead of the holiday. It is an awful yet comical display of over the top, bad taste.
Heart-shaped helium balloons aimlessly drift against the ceiling. Pink, red and white streamers line the walls, a Cupid and arrow banner hangs above the bar. All the normal lightbulbs have been switched out for the occasion. The stand-ins provide a lovely red hue that is forcing every single attendee to embrace their inner Rudolph, whether they want to or not.
Originally, I planned to get Rose away from here. Somewhere fancier, with the sole purpose of getting her in a dress as sexy as the one we so thoroughly enjoyed last night.
Karmically enough, my fib on snow disrupting transportation came back to bite me and ruin that idea, leaving me with the bar we used to come to as kids as the only alternative.
I came here often. Theoretically, I needed ID to get served, but not having one never kept me from trying. And succeeding. I could grow a very decent beard at seventeen, and perfected the cheeky smile to go alongside it.
Even as a teenager, I was unapologetic about my aspirations, big or small. Now or then, when I want something, I make it happen. Being the new kid — the army brat — in every school I ever went to, taught me to use my innate charm to navigate new surroundings and make them work for me.
‘Honey, not vinegar, son.’ My father kept his advice on fitting in nice and simple, he was a master in the art of ‘bite-sized wisdom’.
Honey, not vinegar. It’s worked very well for me.
“You can’t smooth-talk the dart, Jay. This is about aim and skill.” Rose is glowing, she has that well-fucked aura going for her. As much as I wanted to see her in another skin-tight dress that left nothing to the imagination, the leggings and off the shoulder sweater she is casually wearing are working a similar kind of magic. Not by what they are showing, it is what I know they are hiding that has me on fucking edge.
“I think you’ll agree that my aim and skill are on point, Valentine.” I make sure to keep my eyes on her. “Can you even keep track of how many times I’ve made you come in the last twenty-four hours?”
I am sure she is blushing, but since we are all looking permanently cherry-faced, I miss out on the spoils of my teasing.
“Cut that out,” she reprimands me, “not here, not in public.” Rose yanks the dart I am holding out of my hand, whipping around, and heading over to the board to pull out the three she landed on triple twenty.
I have a perfect view of her tight, round ass. Fuck, images of this afternoon come flooding in. I walk after her. My hand acts on its own, who can blame it. It lands a hard smack on her bottom. Despite the shocked gasp that escapes her, Rose ignores me, she doesn’t even turn around. Unacceptable.
I stand behind her, set my hands on her hips, and pull her backwards, slamming her ass into my crotch. The music is loud enough only I hear the breathy moan she can’t keep contained. We are facing the dartboard, which conveniently hangs on the back wall of the bar.
I move my right hand from her hip and grab a firm hold of her neck, tight enough I can feel her pulse raising beneath my fingers. My lips graze her ear. Rose fights my hold, inadvertently pressing her ass into me. I make sure she knows I am once again hard for her.
“You do not walk away from me, Rose.” My hand slides down her chest, between her tits, palm open as I explore further, sinking my fingers right into her black leggings.
“Not here, Jay,” she counters but stops moving. Her words sting. She’s ruled by other people’s opinions and expectations.
Honey, not vinegar.
“If your sassy little mouth won’t agree with me, I am fucking sure this wet pussy of yours will.”
