sweet flesh, her fire, the way she moaned when she came…
MINE.
Holly managed to turn me into a caveman with one primordial thought — FUCK.
My hands were shaking with the need to strip her bare and shove myself deep inside her.
But I hadn’t lied — I didn’t trust myself right now.
I wouldn’t stop.
I was driven by an insatiable need to conquer that I’d never experienced in my life.
Holly’s whimpers pierced the fog swirling my brain and I stumbled back, putting some much-needed distance between us.
She was breathing hard, her nipples poking out like beacons for my mouth.
I liked her wearing my shirt. It seemed perfect on her.
But fuck, I wanted to tear it away from her body so I could see her in the light.
I wanted to see those gorgeous tits. I wanted to tangle my tongue among her sweet curls.
I wanted to know if they were indeed, the same color as her head or if they were darker.
I swallowed, trying to regain control but my heart rate thundered, drowning out reason.
“I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?” she called out, fear in her voice.
I didn’t answer. I had to get out of that room with her.
I shut the door and locked it, pocketing the key.
I needed to blow off some steam before I popped my top.
I had to be in control with Holly.
Detouring to the bar, I ordered a couple shots of whiskey to settle the fuck down.
I surveyed the crowd.
The masks obscured faces, which was the point.
The most alluring aspect of this place was the knowledge that you could be fucking with a billionaire or a postal worker. The anonymous nature was the appeal.
The place was supposedly a knock-off of another club in San Francisco, where only the elite were allowed in.
But this club wasn’t as exclusive.
It was seedier, a place where people who got off on danger could play with fire.
Yeah, I’d been here before.
My sister’s best friend, Shay, had been a server here.
Before Butcher had gotten a hold of her.
I suppressed the instant beast that growled inside my chest, ordering another whiskey.
Butcher didn’t come here any longer so I wasn’t worried about running into him prematurely.
But in the frame of mind I was in, I might’ve beat him with his own arms.
And that was simply too easy of a death for a perverted dick like Butcher.
My thoughts returned to Holly, secured to a wall in the private dungeon and I grit my teeth against the surge in my jeans.
As if my cock could get any harder.
I could have a medical situation if I didn’t find a way to chill.
I wanted Holly’s lips around my cock.
I wanted to watch as my length disappeared into her hot mouth, the shaft slick with her saliva as I pumped my load down her throat.
Fuck .
That wasn’t the way to calm down.
I felt someone staring.
I turned and found a woman, bare-chested, wearing a tiny glittery bikini came toward me. Dark hair flowed around her mask, her nipples, a nice dusky brown.
A little on the skinny side.
Nothing like my voluptuous prisoner who had curves for days.
Maybe that was better.
The opposite of Holly would work for me.
She came to me and immediately went for my cock. I strained against her hand.
“Seems you’re working with respectable equipment,” she purred, rubbing the hard length with covetous eyes. “Let me guess…about eight inches?”
“And thick as a soda can,” I drawled, letting my gaze travel down her body. “Let me see that ass, sweetheart.”
She turned slowly, glancing back over her shoulder with a coy grin. “Like what you see?”
“I do,” I answered. “What’s your name?”
“Candy.”
Stripper name. Obviously fake.
But I didn’t mind.
“Nice to meet you, Candy.” I didn’t offer up my name.
“And you are?” she fished.
“Not necessary,” I told her with a firm smile. Butcher may not frequent this place any more but that’s not to say that none of his posse didn’t. “Want to play?”
“Looks like I’ve been waiting all night for you, sugar.”
MINE.
Holly managed to turn me into a caveman with one primordial thought — FUCK.
My hands were shaking with the need to strip her bare and shove myself deep inside her.
But I hadn’t lied — I didn’t trust myself right now.
I wouldn’t stop.
I was driven by an insatiable need to conquer that I’d never experienced in my life.
Holly’s whimpers pierced the fog swirling my brain and I stumbled back, putting some much-needed distance between us.
She was breathing hard, her nipples poking out like beacons for my mouth.
I liked her wearing my shirt. It seemed perfect on her.
But fuck, I wanted to tear it away from her body so I could see her in the light.
I wanted to see those gorgeous tits. I wanted to tangle my tongue among her sweet curls.
I wanted to know if they were indeed, the same color as her head or if they were darker.
I swallowed, trying to regain control but my heart rate thundered, drowning out reason.
“I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?” she called out, fear in her voice.
I didn’t answer. I had to get out of that room with her.
I shut the door and locked it, pocketing the key.
I needed to blow off some steam before I popped my top.
I had to be in control with Holly.
Detouring to the bar, I ordered a couple shots of whiskey to settle the fuck down.
I surveyed the crowd.
The masks obscured faces, which was the point.
The most alluring aspect of this place was the knowledge that you could be fucking with a billionaire or a postal worker. The anonymous nature was the appeal.
The place was supposedly a knock-off of another club in San Francisco, where only the elite were allowed in.
But this club wasn’t as exclusive.
It was seedier, a place where people who got off on danger could play with fire.
Yeah, I’d been here before.
My sister’s best friend, Shay, had been a server here.
Before Butcher had gotten a hold of her.
I suppressed the instant beast that growled inside my chest, ordering another whiskey.
Butcher didn’t come here any longer so I wasn’t worried about running into him prematurely.
But in the frame of mind I was in, I might’ve beat him with his own arms.
And that was simply too easy of a death for a perverted dick like Butcher.
My thoughts returned to Holly, secured to a wall in the private dungeon and I grit my teeth against the surge in my jeans.
As if my cock could get any harder.
I could have a medical situation if I didn’t find a way to chill.
I wanted Holly’s lips around my cock.
I wanted to watch as my length disappeared into her hot mouth, the shaft slick with her saliva as I pumped my load down her throat.
Fuck .
That wasn’t the way to calm down.
I felt someone staring.
I turned and found a woman, bare-chested, wearing a tiny glittery bikini came toward me. Dark hair flowed around her mask, her nipples, a nice dusky brown.
A little on the skinny side.
Nothing like my voluptuous prisoner who had curves for days.
Maybe that was better.
The opposite of Holly would work for me.
She came to me and immediately went for my cock. I strained against her hand.
“Seems you’re working with respectable equipment,” she purred, rubbing the hard length with covetous eyes. “Let me guess…about eight inches?”
“And thick as a soda can,” I drawled, letting my gaze travel down her body. “Let me see that ass, sweetheart.”
She turned slowly, glancing back over her shoulder with a coy grin. “Like what you see?”
“I do,” I answered. “What’s your name?”
“Candy.”
Stripper name. Obviously fake.
But I didn’t mind.
“Nice to meet you, Candy.” I didn’t offer up my name.
“And you are?” she fished.
“Not necessary,” I told her with a firm smile. Butcher may not frequent this place any more but that’s not to say that none of his posse didn’t. “Want to play?”
“Looks like I’ve been waiting all night for you, sugar.”
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