Nothing Like The Rest [18+]

THIRTY FOUR*

Asialyn B. Duncan
Las Vegas, Nevada

I was begging for it.

It wasn't just the alcohol taking over, I've been so horny all day. I loved how impatient he was when it came to me. I wanted to laugh at him—he was in such a rush to get out the club, yet still trying to keep his composure.

Mario walked in front of us down the stairs while Artur and Sergi followed behind us.

We exited the back door of the club, already seeing the Truck we came in come into view. Mario opened the doors for us while Mondo helped me in holding my hand for balance.

(Imagine something like this)

I sat down in the seat and let out a breath, my juices between my legs was causing my pussy lips to slide against one another—the thong I was wearing was the only thing killing this for me right now. Without a second thought I hooked my index finger under my dress and pulled them down smoothly. Damn, now I'm just holding them.

I should've brought my purse.

I quickly put them behind my back once Mondo entered the car, he closed the curtain on the window showing the driver and passenger seats then sat down next to me to my right.

I almost jumped out my body when he placed his hand on my left thigh then moved it down behind my knee—pulling me ontop of him just as we were moments ago in the section. He placed both hands on my legs and made his way up ever so slowly while looking into my eyes.

I pressed myself against him needing to ease the pressure he'd been building up—I gasped when he landed a hard unexpected slap to my ass.

"Asia"

"Yes baby"

"Your driving me crazy bambino—why don't you have on underwear?" He let out a breath and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. Is he mad?