The crowd roared their approval, their cheers and catcalls spurring her on. 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. “Yes,” she whispered. He lifted her, his hands gripping her ass, her legs wrapping around his waist. “Open your mouth, Kayla,” he commanded. She was the star of the website, the center of attention, the object of desire. They climbed onto the stage, their eyes locked onto Kayla, their mouths curved in hungry smiles. She was theirs, completely and utterly theirs. But today, something shifted. Her heart pounded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He nodded, a slow, sexy smile spreading across his lips. Marcus, a tall, broad-shouldered man with silver-streaked hair and piercing dark eyes, looked up from behind the counter. “I want to fuck,” she said, her voice steady, her body on fire. He lifted her, his hands gripping her ass, her legs wrapping around his waist. She followed, her heart pounding, her body aching, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. They took the stage, and Kayla’s night, to the next level. She parked in the lot, her eyes scanning the other cars, her breath coming in short gasps.
