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The smell of gasoline invades my senses, calming my soul. My temper’s been at a boiling point for hours. All it took was one thing to set me off. It wouldn’t have happened normally, but the need to see her was overwhelming.
It wasn’t the time I wanted this blaze to burn, but circumstances forced my hand. Now I’m standing in an alleyway, behind a dumpster, still hidden by the shadows, where I can see what’s happening. I scan the sea of black suits with yellow linings. With their helmets on, it’ll be hard to tell which one is her, especially since I’m not close enough to see her name on her uniform.
But knowing she is one of them, I can be patient. My cock stirs in my pants, begging to be buried deep inside her. To finally know what it feels like to have the walls of her pussy clamping down on my shaft.
A pang grips my heart as I watch the spray of water pounding down on my masterpiece.
The way the flames intertwined and danced with each other was the perfect replica of what it’ll be like when she’s in my arms, being ravished by me.
My hand involuntarily moves down my body, undoing my pants, before slipping inside my boxers. I grip my cock, my hand squeezing the shaft as my mushroom head leaks pre-cum.
God, I’d love to have her in my arms. She should be with me. No one can make her as happy as I can. Give her what she wants and needs. A man who can take her to the highest of heights and raise her up in her lowest of moments. Someone who can dominate her in every way.
I stroke my cock faster, my balls tightening the closer I get to my orgasm. Just as the flames grow smaller, I explode all over my hand and stifle my groan. Fuck, I can’t wait to shoot my load inside her tight little hole, filling her with my seed, with the possibility of her becoming pregnant.
If she were to carry my child, she’d never be free of me. Permanently attached. She’d be mine forever.
The thought of that alone is enough to make me hard again. Quite a feat for a man. The ability to recover that quickly and be ready to go again.
I don’t leave though. Normally, I don’t want to see my creation destroyed, but I need to see her. If I wait, I know she’ll make her presence known. I just have to be patient.
It’s a skill I’ve mastered. Patience. Hell, I had to, otherwise I would’ve gone mad. It’s why I found other ways to satiate my needs. But she calls to me like a moth to a flame, and I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stay away. I need her.
The pain in my heart intensifies when the last flicker is finally out. My beautiful fire is gone. Reaching into my pocket, I grip my lighter, letting the memory of how it felt to flick it wash over me, sparking the flame that created the beautiful smoldering mess left before me.
Now’s the time. I release the hold on my lighter and zip my pants, stepping out of the shadows toward the crowd gathered behind the barrier.
I need to see her.
Making my way closer to the front of the crowd, I roam the firefighters, but my anger rises.
My eyes continue to scan left and right. One by one, they exit the building and head to their truck.
But she doesn’t!
She’s not here!
Where the fuck is she?
Chapter nine
Dimitri
It’s a beautiful night as we step out of the cab onto the sidewalk. Tonight we’re having a wicked night of sex and exploration and I can’t wait. While Donovan wanted to come in jeans and a blazer, I convinced him we might need to look a little more upscale. With the donation we made, if we showed up any other way, they’d think we stole the invitation.
So black Armani tailored suits it is.
“Ready, Dimitri?” Donovan asks with a grin.
“Fuck yeah. My cock is dying to find out who it’s going to be thrusting inside tonight. I plan to make use of every single minute. So she best be ready for it.” Anyone overhearing may think I’m joking, but they’d be sorely mistaken.
I plan to fuck the girl’s brains out tonight. The only time I’m not buried deep inside her pussy, she’ll be choking on my cock as Donovan fucks her senseless. I hope she likes anal, cause my boy is an ass man.
We step up to the black brick building. There’s a large purple neon sign that’s lit up with Club Ecstasy written in cursive letters. Two black tinted windows are on either side of the black door, both trimmed in gold.
Man, this place is fancy on the outside. I’m dying to see the inside.
Movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention. A burly man standing at the door, holding a clipboard. He holds his hand up, stopping us. “Invitation?”
