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Camdyn
How the mighty have fallen. A condom is wrapped around my dick, which is the reason Willow’s lips had felt like heaven. I trusted her innocent mouth. No matter how expensive these condoms are, meant for the real feel which Willow was, they don’t cut it. I think again about Willow’s hot, clean mouth.
The bitch on her knees before me flicks, stuffs, and lodges my dick all the way down her throat. She’s popped past resistance. My crown beats down the column of her throat. She’s not a Prissy Barbie who begs for constant confirmation either. Fuck it. I’ll just call her Nightclub Barbie anyway.
While Nightclub Barbie vigorously slobbers over my cock, I can’t get my last argument with Willow from my mind. Why would she think I was going to fight my brother? She’s the problem. Once he got to the cage, I was gonna pat him on the top of his head and whisper my plans for Willow. Tell him to stay and watch us. Far as I was concerned, Jamie was the only innocent between the three of us. To the audience, I’d have introduced River’s main event fight.
I’m a little fucked up. But beating my own bro? That’s vicious.
At the vibration of my cellphone in my pocket, relief extends through my chest, and the memories fade away.
I pat the bitch I met at a twenty-one-and-up nightclub on the head. “Move. Now.”
She falls back on her bony ass onto a tattered rug in her studio apartment, glancing up at me. “Should I call my friend for us?”
“You wanna feck her instead? Be my guest.”
She frowns. “No . . . I meant for us.”
Ignoring her, I growl into the receiver. “What?”
A vicious, feminine tone snaps, “Is my sister with you?”
I eye the woman on the floor. “Bitch, you have a sister?”
Nightclub Barbie shakes her head no.
“No,” I growl into the phone. “Who is this?”
“Hillary Bernard. Oh, thank God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. Willow ditched your ass. While I have you on the phone, why would my sister all of a sudden walk around with a gun?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I chuckle, half blown out of my mind. Someone in the background, presumably her husband, encourages her to calm down. He says there aren’t any bullets in the .22.
Shit.I hang up, placing a blunt to my lips. Willow’s running around in the middle of the night with no ammo.
I toke, letting the smoke fill my lungs. That doesn’t sit right with me. Her out there unprotected.
Lo doesn’t even like you.
“Sooo?” The freak asks.
Ignoring her, I dial Willow. Venomous anger bubbles in my stomach. She blocked me. I never apologized. I gave her the space she asked for. That’s better than words. With a casual coolness, I gesture toward tonight’s piece of pussy. “Got any anal lube?”
