His c**k.
I wanted Damon to bend me over that counter, slap my ass, shove himself inside and f**k the rest of my shame out until I couldn’t feel anything but him.
I stumbled forward.
Feet moving without direction.
Just one thought in my head.
Find Tasha.
Before I lose my f*****g mind.
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I didn’t walk.
I stumbled.
Shaky legs, burning thighs, aching p***y. f**k, and every step making my p***y throb like it was remembering everything. Like it missed his voice. His f*****g scent.
I could still feel the counter under me. His breath that i imagined in my ear. That teasing growl in his voice when he said Daddy.
God.
Why the f**k did that turn me on so much?
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to move, weaving through the crowd, head low, face flushed, hands trembling.
Find Tasha.
