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in my bourbon. “You wanna come closer?”

She obliged, wedging herself between my knees until her navel was inches from my nose. Damn, her skin was smooth.

“I want to see more. Show me your pussy,” I growled, hand still on my cock.

She lifted one high-heeled foot onto the arm of the sofa, opening herself wide enough to show me the plump lips and hard clit leading to her glistening opening.

“May I?” I leaned toward her.

She nodded with a sly smile and I set my drink aside. My fingers wandered to the very top of her lips and explored the groove leading to her cute little clit. I ran my finger up and down, spreading her juices, while she ground into my hand. Slipping one finger inside her, I made a “come here” motion to get at her G spot. When she ground against my hand, I slipped in another.

Hers was one tight pussy, which I wouldn’t have minded tasting if not for my mask.

“That feels nice,” she murmured, eyes narrowed, lips parted. She clawed at my hair for balance, and her own head lolled back.

I removed my fingers and wrapped my hands around her ass, lifting her up as I rose from my seat. With her legs wrapped around me, I brought her to one of the tufted mattresses and laid her down.

“Fuck me,” she whispered

“Yeah, Miss Z? You want my cock?” I fished through my pocket for a condom.

“Please. Please.”

I stretched the rubber over my erection, and she spread her legs like a freaking contortionist. She grabbed me like a hungry animal, pulling me toward her opening. I paused to make sure she was ready, and in one quick movement, she bucked her hips and engulfed my entire dick.

A small audience formed around us, making my cock even harder. If that were possible.

I leaned over her and said through my mask, “You feel so good. Damn.”

“Your cock is wonderful, baby. Give it to me. I’m gonna come quick.”

I plunged into her up to my balls, and she gave a shriek, her head banging against the mattress, her hands grabbing my ass to pull me closer.

Her breath came fast and hard in my ear. “Fuck me, please. Yes, just like that.”

Her pussy pulsed, gripping my cock, and my balls tightened as my own explosion drew nearer. I kept pumping her as she came again…and again.

I fucked her until she couldn’t speak. Sweat poured down my face, puddling inside my mask, tickling my nose. I was getting close to exhaustion, ready for my own damn orgasm.

So I kept pumping. Z had gone nearly comatose, her head rocking back and forth, small whimpers escaping her lips.

Fuck.

I knew it.

I wasn’t gonna come.

God fucking dammit.

I pulled out, pissed as hell. Z, in her state, seemed not to even notice. I yanked off my rubber and sat for a moment on the edge of the mattress, pants around my ankles, cock hard as a baseball bat, balls aching, while the crowd dispersed, unaware of my frustration.

Z sat up next to me. She looked like she’d just finished a marathon.

“You okay?” she asked, placing a hand on my arm.

“Yeah, sweetie. You’re incredible.”

I stood, pulling my pants up, tucking everything back in. “I gotta run, babe. I’ll see ya.”

She smiled and waved weakly.

I marched past the bouncer and out the door, moving as fast as my aching balls would let me.

Downstairs I brushed by Miss M, who called after me.

“G! Will I see you again soon—”

But I just kept going. Blue balls did that to me. Halfway down the block I remembered to remove my mask, and when I did, cool evening air washed over my sweaty face.

If I couldn’t get off at the club, there would always be another time. But for now, there was home, with a little help from my friend, internet porn.

Chapter 4

Saffi

I entered my boss’s office—the editor in charge of city news—and closed the door. I was about to lay a bomb on him, which had the potential to change my life. Well, that was the idea, anyway.

He waved me to the chair opposite his desk, continuing to tap on his keyboard.

“Done in a sec, Saffi,” he said.

I cooled my heels patiently, looking around at the framed articles and awards covering the walls. “Ed, is this a good time? Because I can come back.”

“What? No, it’s great.” He hit send on his computer, took off his glasses, and turned to me. “You have my full attention now. Sorry about that. My mother’s going