39. Quickie
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My head doesn’t stop reeling on the way back home. I wanted to crush her delicate lips under mine and taste her sweetness again.
By the time I reach home, I have a raging c**k in the trousers. It’s not f*****g fair. First that Kiss in the afternoon. Then she came to the party wrapped in that dress like a Goddamn Goddess. The sporting wood after beating the s**t out of Victor wasn’t helpful, either. And now this. She was more than willing to offer herself to me. How the hell I’m supposed to deal with this. Thank f**k I walked away... or I would have devoured her under open sky.
Her sweet scent lingers in the car while I drive. Every time I take-in a breath, I feel agitated and ablaze.
My c**k is stiff against my leg. I have to tame it somehow. I drive into the garag
