He leaned down, his teeth sinking into her shoulder, his hand gripping her throat, his fingers pressing into her pulse point. But it was Marcus’s voice that cut through the haze of her desire, low and commanding. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. She put the phone to her ear, her breath hitching as she listened to the ring, her body aching, her pussy dripping. She could hear Bill’s voice in her head, his usual playful banter laced with disapproval. You here for the amateur night, sugar?”
Kayla nodded, her lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps. She pushed open the heavy glass door, a bell chiming above her head. We’ll take real good care of you.”
Kayla’s heart pounded in her chest as she pulled back onto the street, her tires screeching slightly. Her hands roamed her body, tracing the curves that the tight dress hugged, her fingers teasing the hem, inching it higher with each roll of her hips. He carried her to the edge of the stage, his lips never leaving hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lips.
