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“Yes,” Dante growled.
Dante looked down to watch her swallow his cock, but suddenly it was Sage he was visualizing on her knees in front of him, not the blonde.
“Fuck,” he moaned, shaking his head to dispel the image.
Lina looked up at him and winked, then bobbed her head up and down, sucking his cock like a pro. Her eyes watered and dark streaks of mascara ran down her face. Dante imagined a pair of wide hazel eyes instead, with no makeup.
His hands reached out and grabbed Lina’s hair, but it was like straw, dry and brittle. Sage’s hair was long and soft and…fuck.
Dante closed his eyes and pictured Sage’s full lips around his cock.
“Sage,” he groaned loudly, his voice deep and gravelly with need.
Shit.
Suddenly, Lina pulled off his dick.
“I’m the one sucking you off! Who the fuck is Sage?” she snapped, her blue eyes flashing fire.
“None of your goddamn business. Now hurry up and finish what you started,” Dante demanded.
“Fuck off,” Lina hissed, stood up, and walked off through the crowd.
Dante was left standing there with his wet dick hanging out and his balls aching.
Instead of wasting a good hard-on, he grabbed hold of his cock and began to jack off to the thought of fucking Sage’s throat.
When he was done filling up her mouth with his cum, he’d bend her over one of the tables and pound her pussy until she was screaming his name.
“Yes,” Dante moaned as his climax threatened, his movements faster and faster.
He spat in his hand and stroked harder, pumping his hips as pleasure tightened his body.
One, two more stokes and it hit him, his orgasm blasting through his body in a heated rush. Instead of crying out Sage’s name, he bit his lip and tasted blood. His body jerked as hot cum covered his hand and the floor in front of him.
He could barely catch his breath, panting heavily, trying to get air into his lungs.
Wiping his hand on his t-shirt, he zipped up and reached for his drink, taking a quick gulp of the whiskey. It burned his throat and warmed his insides. He needed that warmth. After the day he’d had, he’d probably down the whole fucking bottle.
Looking around the room, he noticed Lina was now in the corner of the barn, riding Wyatt’s lap.
At least someone was getting laid tonight.
“Struck out?” Jackson commented as he sidled up to him.
“She wasn’t doing it for me,” Dante replied as he took another sip of his drink.
“She’s doing it for Wyatt.”
Dante shook his head. “He fucks the skankiest bitches in town. He don’t care how his dick gets wet.”
“And you do?”
“I’m just out of sorts tonight. Been a weird fucking day.”
“No shit.”
“What about you? No randos?”
