Hendrix
“Trust me." It's the last thing she should ever do, but for some reason I wanted her to. There was something primal between us. A masculine hunger in me to tame the fire in her.
Seeing her walk out; the way she held her head high after politely telling me to go and f**k myself, made me want her more. This act - being unattainable - forced my hand into walking out and chasing after her.
Caused my d**k to harden in a way it hadn't in a very long time, and I found myself reaching down and adjusting my length. Pressed down hard enough to alleviate some of the painful pressure she'd created.
Veins throbbing, I reacted and threw a few twenties down on the table and followed her out.
Watched from a few feet away as she trembled, paused to take in a deep breath while almost dropping h
