Ottavio’s P.O.V
Sitting on the couch in Brown’s house, waiting for him to get ready, I had to endure Rico’s mean stares and rude murmurs. This is how it usually gets. I was used to it now, but today my patience was wearing thin.
I was frustrated physically, mentally, and most especially sexually. The events of last night kept replaying in my head. My fingers buried deep inside Aliyah’s cunt as she ground against my c**k, her breath hot, her moans barely restrained. How I’d shown her who was in control by leaving her high and dry, begging for release that never came.
I’d made sure I trailed her home, ensuring she didn't let another man finish what I started. Satisfied, I head home and stroke my own d**k for the first time in two years. The desire was so bad I did it again. And again. Yet
