Delilah could not wait any longer. The truck ride in the rain had left her aching for days. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Jax’s thick fingers stretching her, heard his rough voice telling her to come. Her p***y stayed wet and needy through every shift. She needed the real thing.
Thursday night, the bar felt slower than usual. Delilah moved with purpose, her short skirt riding high on her thick thighs, her tight tank top hugging her heavy breasts. Jax sat at his usual stool, eyes dark and locked on her the entire night. She made sure to bend low when serving him, letting him see everything he wanted.
When the last customer finally left, Delilah locked the front door and flipped the sign to “Closed.” The click of the lock sounded loud in the quiet bar.
She turned to Jax, heart
