‘No,’ I say again as her ass presses against my cock.
‘Go on,’ she whispers, her hand sliding up and around my neck and she grinds against me. ‘Slip it in. I’ll let you come in my ass?’
My dick surges as her words make my spine tingle, and then Mackenzie’s voice resonates inside of my head.
Blake.
And I push this girl forward by her hips and fold my dick back inside my pants.
‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ she shouts, her eyes filled with rage as she turns on me.
I look at her, not speaking as I buckle myself up and lick my lips, tasting her chapstick there as I compose myself. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say.
‘You’re sorry?’ she says, blinking. ‘You’re fucking sorry?’
‘I don’t apologise twice,’ I say as I walk away.
The outside air feels cool against my skin as the door slams shut behind me, a torrent of deserved abuse following, and when I reach the ground floor and step back into the street I stop and take a deep breath.
Fuck.
I punch the brick wall beside me and wince, seeing her in the flash of pain. Mackenzie, her dripping wet frame stepping out of my pool. Mackenzie, her sweet smile as she picks up Harpy and cuddles her tight. Mackenzie, her eyes softening as she glances sidelong at me and danced - and I know what I have to do.
I have to go home.
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