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Not having a care in the world until I feel an unquenchable heat behind me. Hands slip around my waist, pulling my ass flush against him.

Back to chest.

Pussy to dick.

Heat to heat.

Leaning into him comes naturally. One of his hands feels its way up my exposed stomach, past my breast, and wraps loosely around my neck. Hand necklaces are one of my most favorite things. Sighing, I grind my hips more into him.

Groaning, he asks, “You like that,Marrone Dolce?”

“Mmm, you feel that I do.” I say, taking myself by surprise. “Tell me, what does that mean?” I ask, having a feeling he knows exactly what I’m referring to.

“You have such beautiful brown skin, and I’m completely obsessed with it.” He whispers into the crook of my neck, scorching my already burning skin with his lips. “I need to get some food in you for the type of night I have planned.” His warm breath fans across my face. Peppermint and whiskey fill my nose, getting me drunk off the smell alone.

This has to be my new favorite scent.

“When you whisper sweet nothings like that in my ear, it makes me want to say fuck the food and fuckmeinstead.” I can feel the effect my words have on him.

The proof is right there in his jeans, but I don’t know what’s going through his mind. Something tells me he's not a man that likes to wait.

“Marrone Dolce,I want nothing more than to bury my dick so far in your tight, little cunt, you won’t remember your own damn name.” He sounds so sure of himself, but I’m a see it to believe it kinda girl.

Bumping my ass into him, I spin around to see that same look plastered on my own face. He is such a beautiful man, and I can’t believe I get to have him for the night. “Prove it then.” I whisper into the shell of his neck, first kissing, then gently sucking.

Grabbing my hand, he pulls me alongside him. I hear hoops and hollers as we pass a section full of biker guys who yell things as we pass by.

“Bout time, Abel.”

“She’s a cutie, better make sure you give her what she wants or I’ll have to take over.”

“That’s enough, asshole. That’s his lady you’re talking about.” Then I hear a loud smack. “We don’t disrespect ladies like that, Capone.”“Yes, sir, sorry.” I hear him mumble before I’m tossed into the bathroom. It doesn’t look like I imagined it would in a bar. It’s actually pretty nice, clean, and spacious. It doesn’t even smell like a bathroom.

The clicking of the lock catches me off guard, but before I have a chance to protest, his lips are back on mine as he grabs my ass and picks me up.

“God, I never do this here, but I can’t wait.” He mumbles in between kisses. “If this isn’t something you want, you better tell me to stop. It’ll give me blue balls for a week, but I will.” He says, holding his breath and waiting for my answer.

I’veneverhad sex in a bathroom.

Never done anything spontaneous or out of character.

Maybe that’s why Jake broke up with me.

I’m too boring.

I’ll show him.

I know what it is that has me like this.

It’s him.

It’s Abel that makes me want to be bad and do bad things with him. Before long, I hear myself say, “I want this, I want you.” That’s all he needed to hear to give himself the green light.

He backs me into a wall, rejoining our lips. Once he’s had enough, he trails them down the length of my neck to my collar, gently nipping and sucking there. “Just as I suspected.” He says, but doesn’t elaborate, just keeps exploring.

Lifting my top, I watch his eyes zoom in on my braless tits right before his mouth begins to water. His head dips as his tongue comes out for a taste. He traces it around one sensitive bud before moving on to the next and it feels Heavenly.

Alternating between gently sucking and roughly biting them, I feel myself on edge. Finally, he releases them with a pop, leaning in to kiss my lips again. His hands find the opening to my skirt. “Looks like I’m gonna have to rip this to get to the center of my tootsie pop.” I can only mindlessly stare at him, feeling myself hanging on by a thread.

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