I PALM MY HOT DATE’S a*s as I help her from the car and she giggles, pressing herself into me. Carlie and I used to hang out in high school, nothing serious, and we’ve been catching up since I got back into town. She never left, instead opting to attend the local college so she could be near her family. She currently works as a teller at the city’s commercial bank.
“Oh, you’re a bad little boy, aren’t you?” She whispers against my mouth, her front pressing against my erection.
Yeah, I’m hard as f**k. The thigh-high dress Carlie’s wearing didn’t help all night. I can’t wait to take her upstairs and screw the living daylights out of her until the ache leaves my body and I’m free again.
Who the f**k am I kidding? As long as the thoughts of Austin remain, I will never be free. The problem i
