Haunting-Adeline

When she was coming on my face, she was unashamed. But as soon as
the orgasm drained from her body and the kiss was no longer consuming
us, she felt nothing but shame.
It’s going to take me, I remind myself.
I crack my neck, releasing a shuddering breath.
I’m si ng in my Mustang, my dick s ll painfully pressed against my
zipper. Just as I decide to say fuck it—jacking off in a car is the least of my
sins and wouldn’t be the first fucking me—my phone blares in the
console next to me.
I curl my hand into a ght fist, my muscles straining as I fight the
overwhelming urge to bash it into the fucking window.
I don’t think I’ve had blue balls like this since high school when Sarah
Forton jacked me off in the locker room. It was the first me a girl touched
my dick, and I didn’t even get to finish because Coach walked in before I
could shoot my load off on her pre y ts.
I snatch up the phone and bring it to my ear without even looking.
“Yeah?” I snap, my frustra on boiling to dangerous levels.
“Didn’t get laid tonight?” Jay croons through the phone, his voice laced
with mocking amusement.
I crack my neck again, growling when my muscles don’t pop and give me
any relief.
“Jay,” I growl.
I refuse to touch my dick while on the phone with him. As much as I
need to lessen the pressure, Jay’s voice would make me feel sick.
“Satan’s Affair is coming to town,” he starts. I open my mouth—gearing
up to ask him why the fuck that would ma er to me.
“And I got confirma on there’re ckets with four li le birdy’s names on
them,” he con nues. I snap my mouth shut.
“Why would they go there?” I ask, completely confused why four grownass
men would go to a haunted fair.
“Prime girls for the pickin’, my friend. And now there’s a cket with your
name on it.”
I sigh. “When?”
“Three weeks from now. Plenty of me to go to the clubs a few mes
and start showing that pre y face of yours.”