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I can’t hold back any longer. This is the time when I need to lose control, so I increase my speed. I thrust hard, grunting with every movement. The walls of her pussy pulse around me, and she’s right where I want her to be.
She moans in pleasure as her orgasm rocks through her, and in the midst of hers, I come inside her. My orgasm is intense, and her walls tighten around me even more. My load is somassive that I keep thrusting, allowing her walls to milk every single drop out of me.
I pull out slowly and collapse beside her, slowly skirting my hand along her inner thigh until I’m rubbing her clit.
I want her to have a good association with vaginal sex and shove the horrible memories from her past back out of her mind.
Starla will always be safe in my arms.
CHAPTER FOUR
Starla
Every day has blurred together over the last two weeks. I've kept up with my monotonous routine, trying to keep my mind from dwelling on the darkness that still swarms within me.
I'm trying my best, but I can feel my demons clawing at me. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be able to keep them at bay.
I should feel better after what Ivar's said to me, but I don't.
Still, I push through, distracting myself as much as I can. I find if I keep busy I don't allow my mind to wander.
With every passing day, there's progress that's been going along with it. The bar is finally starting to look more like a bar, and less like dead space.
The bar itself is a little over four thousand square feet. Half of it is going to be used for the bar, a game area, and for seating. The other half will be dedicated to the strip club.
Once the bar opens, whoever walks through those doors will be able to have an escape from reality with whichever option they choose.
Only those who are twenty-one years old and older will be allowed to enter, strictly because of the strip club.
It's a smart move to keep the two sides separate, especially after we all spoke about the locals, and the possibilities of underage kids trying to sneak a peek.
A couple of the guys tried to argue it should be like the original Bubba's, but I supported Runes, Fenrir, and Ivar in convincing the others separating the two entities is for the best.
If we're expecting a bunch of locals to spend their money here, we need to cater to Southern people and their beliefs. If we were a bit closer to the city we might be able to pull it off, but not out here.
Bubba's is going to provide the drinks and food for the strip club, which has yet to be named.
Knowing Runes, he'll come up with something clever and on theme that ties in with Bubba's iconic fish logo.
After months of preparation, the bar is finally starting to take shape.
The inspector came out this week to check the water line coming into this part of the club, and gave us the green light to use it.
Since the warehouse had been vacant for over ten years, the city didn't have a clue if the pipes were in good shape.
Truth be told, I don't even know why the city is the one giving us approvals. We're outside of city limits, yet our address is still considered Tallahassee.
When the guys told me the good news, I wasn't surprised in the least bit. We've been using water from another pipe that feeds into the clubhouse and haven't had any problems.
Last Week, Fenrir updated me and told me all of the other permits have been approved. We're only waiting on one thing and then we can hopefully open a couple of weeks after the construction is tied up.
The liquor license is the last thing. We all have our fingers crossed that it happens quickly and doesn't take months to get the approval.
Just a few days ago, Magnus finished the bartop, a hand-crafted masterpiece made from a mixture of local wood, concrete, and resin.
It looks amazing period, but when the lights are on I can't help but stare at it. He poured so much hard work into it, that much is evident.
Magnus is the best wood maker we have, and is undeniably talented. I've told him numerous times he should start up a business and make tables, chairs, or anything else. He'd be sure to be booked out for months.
