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I didn’t cum yet!

What the fuck just happened?

The reality of my situation sank in when he slid his now flaccid cock from my soaking wet pussy. Turning around, I glared at the son of a bitch as his mouth curved into a satisfied smile and he stepped back, tucking his dick back into his pants.

His eyes were dark with mischief.

He knew he had me exactly where he wanted me.

Unable to move, the fucker took another step back, his eyes flicking down to my swollen lips before meeting my gaze.

“You felt as good as I remembered.” He smirked. “Maybe a little looser, but nothing some Kegel exercise can’t fix.”

What the fuck did he just say?

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

I wanted to throttle him!

I wanted to demand he stick his dick back inside me and make me come! Mainly, I wanted to rip his dick from his body and shove it up his ass!

Instead, I grabbed his shirt and yanked him back toward me.

“Why the hell did you stop?” I asked, my tone demanding.

Trip’s smile widened as he took in my furious expression, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. “I believe a gentleman always leaves a lady wanting more,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.

I felt my anger boil away any residual desire within me.

“You’re no gentleman,” I retorted, my voice seething with anger as he laughed again.

I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to stop, leaving me hanging on the edge like that. I mean, the guy had skills, there was no denying it.But seriously, who does that?I glared at him, my eyes narrowing as I took in his smug smile. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I accused, my voice laced with a mixture of desire and frustration.

Trip just laughed, that damn charming laugh of his that somehow made my anger dissipate, at least a little. “Maybe I am,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But don’t worry, I plan to pick up right where I left off. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day. Gotta keep you on your toes.”

I wanted to strangle him and kiss him at the same time.

How was that even possible?

This guy had me so twisted up, I couldn’t think straight. And to make matters worse, he just stood there, laughing at me with those intense eyes, as if he was reading my mind and enjoying every conflicted thought.

“You can eat shit and die! I am never going near you again,” I seethed.

Trip’s smile turned wicked. “Yeah, but you still like me,” he countered, taking a step closer.

I didn’t move, unable to decide whether to push him away or pull him toward me.

“So what if I do?” I conceded, my breath catching as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “It doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for you.”

His lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he pulled back to look at me. “Oh, I know you won’t, Slick,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire. “That’s what makes it so damn fun.”

And with that, he pulled me toward him, his mouth crashing down on mine with an intensity that left me reeling. All thoughts of anger and frustration melted away as I surrendered to his kiss, my body pressing against his.

Damn this guy and his irresistible charm!

I knew I should have run in the opposite direction when I had the chance, but here I was, unable to resist the pull of Trip and his maddeningly perfect kissing technique.

It was too damn early in the morning when I pulled up at the track and saw several men hanging around the garage. Shaking my head, I grabbed my coffee and took my bloody time walking over. I was in no mood to see or deal with Calvin Trip Hall. Thanks to that fucker, I had to finish myself off last night, and it was sorely lacking the oomph I wanted.

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