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“Where do you think, big man?” I sassed.

He grinned, unzipping my jeans and tugging them down my legs, panties and all, and burying his face between my legs.

I let out a quiet mew as I wove my fingers into his hair. “Jase,” I whispered.

“Yeah, baby.”

“I want to suck you off.”

“I’m not done.”

I tugged on his hair. “I don’t care. I need it.”

He raised his head. “Need it?”

I nodded. “Need it,” I pressed.

He pushed to his feet and settled his fists on his hips. “Have at it, baby. But I want you naked when you do it.”

I scrambled off the bed, tearing at the rest of my clothes, then kneeling before him. He’d undressed as well, standing before me in all his naked glory.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get sick of staring at your dick, Jase,” I admitted, running my tongue along the bottom, then drawing the tip into my mouth.

“Don’t think I’m gonna get sick of you blowin’ me, Cricket.”

I smiled, hard to do when you had a giant dick in your mouth, then I took him deeper, cupping his balls with one hand while I worked his cock with my other. I licked the precum from the tip, then slid him all the way to the back of my throat, moaning as he grew harder. God, I loved every delicious inch of him.

“That’s good, baby,” he rasped, stroking my cheek.

“I’m not—”

“Gonna fuck you hard now,” he said, sliding his hands under my arms and pulling me gently to my feet. “You’re not gonna give me any fuckin’ grief about it, either.” Turning me to face the bed, he smacked my ass. “On your knees.”

I felt my pussy flood as I positioned myself on all-fours, and then he was sliding into me and I lost all ability to think. He slammed into me—

My phone pealed in the silence and I jumped slightly as I was pulled out of my erotic daydream.

“This is Cricket.”

“Miss Wallace, you have a delivery. Would you like Trevor to bring it up?”

“Oh, Frank, yes, that would be great. Thank you.”

“Very good.”

Our security guard delivered my package and I couldn’t stop a groan when the newest version of a popular vibrator sat in the box. Well, this was my life, and at least my night wouldn’t be a total loss.

Minus

Forcing myself tocompartmentalize my emotions surrounding Cricket and my chance to be with her alone tomorrow night, I followed Clutch to our destination. We pulled up to the Nine Ball just after ten o’ clock and the place was already looking pretty lively. Bikes, low riders, and vintage custom trucks filled the parking lot. The Saints, The Apex Predators, and the older clubs in town still held sway, but according to Clutch, Los Psychos, the area’s newest club, had recently gained in numbers significantly, and all but taken over this, and several other spots.

“Holy shit! Look at this place,” Clutch said as we approached the bar’s entrance.

“I seem to recall it was in serious need of work when wewere last here,” I said.

“Word on the street is, when Los Psychos bought the place, they dumped some serious cash into it,” Clutch replied.

“It looks like a fucking Dave and Busters threw up on Leo’s place.”

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