wall. Damn, he needed this. Needed to feel a woman’s mouth devouring him, every inch of him. Seeing Cassie tonight stirred something inside him that he hadn’t felt in years.
A longing… A craving he couldn’t resist.
While it may not be her lips sliding up and down his thick shaft, he could pretend it was. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been with a girl and thought about her. He doubted it would be the last.
Yeah. Elle could be his Cassie for the moment. So it was Cassie’s tongue circling around his tip. Each time he thought she’d pull away, she’d swallow him back into her throat and increase suction. He worked his hips faster, sliding his cock between her lips. She moaned again, and then her fingers tightened around his ass.
God he wanted her, wanted Cassie more than anything. Not even thinking about her was satisfying him the way it normally did. He squeezed his lids tighter, focusing on the thought of her dark eyes, luscious lips, and a body he’d memorized by the time he was thirteen.
What he wouldn’t do for just one night with her. One night to live out every fantasy he’d ever—
A dull ache built in his cheeks as her hands clutched his ass. His hips jerked forward, and wet warmth sheathed him to the hilt. Holy hell. She was killing him. The way she moved her tongue, alternating between swirls and flicks, made his head spin.
He fisted her hair near the top of her head. He wanted control but the constant throbbing in his cock left him weak and submissive. She had the power—to tease him, refuse him, or please him beyond comprehension. And when she cupped her other hand around his nuts, he braced himself against the wall.
Fuck, he was going to come.
She must have sensed how close he was because she sucked him even harder, showing his dick no mercy. He grew thicker, the pressure building inside him on the verge of exploding. He hoped she swallowed. Even if she were a spitter, would she at least keep him in her mouth until he—
“ Mmm… Fuck yes…”
Everything exploded. The pleasure. The tension. His mind…
He came so hard, she choked a little, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she sucked his cock like a straw, desperate to get the last drop into her greedy little mouth.
His heart pounded as he stood there, every nerve in his body twitching in rhythm with the music blaring through the club. He couldn’t move or speak, could only breathe, and even that was a struggle.
A soft chuckle resonated in the room just as a pair of hands slid up his chest. He opened his eyes and found Elle standing in front of him. She flashed him a smile and pressed closer. Her lips trailed over his neck, back to his ear, and then she whispered. “There’s more where that came from.”
Holy fuck. Now he remembered why he loved southern women. They aimed to please, and by god, they got the job done right. They were smart, gorgeous, and the sex was hotter than a habanero pepper. It always set him on fire.
He couldn’t wait to see what this little vixen planned to do next. But just as the thought skidded through this mind, the closet door reopened. Music filtered inside the tiny space as a woman glared at Elle, then him. Her body jerked backward, spun, and then Elle stumbled out the door.
By the time he realized the door had reclosed, there was no time to react. Warm lips swept across his. Their sweet, melon flavor intoxicated him, as did the taste of her tongue. It was Cee-Cee. He didn’t need to see her to know. Not after the kiss she’d given him when they first arrived at the club.
Damn, had he struck gold tonight or what? First Elle, now Cee-Cee. He knew exactly what would happen when he invited them back to his hotel—hours and hours of hardcore, guiltless sex. One could ride his cock, the other, his mouth.
As a haze of desire clouded his head, Cee-Cee eased back. She folded her arms over her chest and drew her brows tight. “What the hell, Theo? I go grab another round from the bar
A longing… A craving he couldn’t resist.
While it may not be her lips sliding up and down his thick shaft, he could pretend it was. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been with a girl and thought about her. He doubted it would be the last.
Yeah. Elle could be his Cassie for the moment. So it was Cassie’s tongue circling around his tip. Each time he thought she’d pull away, she’d swallow him back into her throat and increase suction. He worked his hips faster, sliding his cock between her lips. She moaned again, and then her fingers tightened around his ass.
God he wanted her, wanted Cassie more than anything. Not even thinking about her was satisfying him the way it normally did. He squeezed his lids tighter, focusing on the thought of her dark eyes, luscious lips, and a body he’d memorized by the time he was thirteen.
What he wouldn’t do for just one night with her. One night to live out every fantasy he’d ever—
A dull ache built in his cheeks as her hands clutched his ass. His hips jerked forward, and wet warmth sheathed him to the hilt. Holy hell. She was killing him. The way she moved her tongue, alternating between swirls and flicks, made his head spin.
He fisted her hair near the top of her head. He wanted control but the constant throbbing in his cock left him weak and submissive. She had the power—to tease him, refuse him, or please him beyond comprehension. And when she cupped her other hand around his nuts, he braced himself against the wall.
Fuck, he was going to come.
She must have sensed how close he was because she sucked him even harder, showing his dick no mercy. He grew thicker, the pressure building inside him on the verge of exploding. He hoped she swallowed. Even if she were a spitter, would she at least keep him in her mouth until he—
“ Mmm… Fuck yes…”
Everything exploded. The pleasure. The tension. His mind…
He came so hard, she choked a little, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she sucked his cock like a straw, desperate to get the last drop into her greedy little mouth.
His heart pounded as he stood there, every nerve in his body twitching in rhythm with the music blaring through the club. He couldn’t move or speak, could only breathe, and even that was a struggle.
A soft chuckle resonated in the room just as a pair of hands slid up his chest. He opened his eyes and found Elle standing in front of him. She flashed him a smile and pressed closer. Her lips trailed over his neck, back to his ear, and then she whispered. “There’s more where that came from.”
Holy fuck. Now he remembered why he loved southern women. They aimed to please, and by god, they got the job done right. They were smart, gorgeous, and the sex was hotter than a habanero pepper. It always set him on fire.
He couldn’t wait to see what this little vixen planned to do next. But just as the thought skidded through this mind, the closet door reopened. Music filtered inside the tiny space as a woman glared at Elle, then him. Her body jerked backward, spun, and then Elle stumbled out the door.
By the time he realized the door had reclosed, there was no time to react. Warm lips swept across his. Their sweet, melon flavor intoxicated him, as did the taste of her tongue. It was Cee-Cee. He didn’t need to see her to know. Not after the kiss she’d given him when they first arrived at the club.
Damn, had he struck gold tonight or what? First Elle, now Cee-Cee. He knew exactly what would happen when he invited them back to his hotel—hours and hours of hardcore, guiltless sex. One could ride his cock, the other, his mouth.
As a haze of desire clouded his head, Cee-Cee eased back. She folded her arms over her chest and drew her brows tight. “What the hell, Theo? I go grab another round from the bar
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