I stayed on my knees, my mouth still wet and my heart racing. Devon looked down at me, his eyes dark with frustration.
"Ignore him," I breathed, clutching his thick thighs.
"Piper? You in there?" Stan’s voice came again, closer to the window.
Devon let out a low, dangerous chuckle. He didn't move to the door. Instead, he grabbed my waist and hauled me up. He didn't care about the van. He didn't care.
"Let him wait," Devon growled.
He turned me around and bent me over the bathroom counter. My face was pressed against the cold marble. I looked in the mirror and saw him standing behind me. He looked like a beast. He peeled his boxers down, and there it was.
His c**k was a masterpiece. It was thick, long, and heavy. It had a slight upward curve that looked like it was designed to hit eve
