Finnegan
She wasn’t here.
I had scanned every corner of the arena twice and from the velvet couches lining the wall, the bar, the fucking orgy going on right in the middle of the arena, there was no sign of Aphrodite.
"Mhmmm," the blonde on her knees, purred, shoving more of my cock into her throat and a grunt left my lips. It felt good... but not divine. Nothing like the way Aphrodite had made me feel the last time I was here.
God, that dirty goddess had tongued the slit of my cock so good, lapping up every drop of my precum. A hiss left my lips at the memory and I glanced around the room again.
Fuck, had she found someone else? Was some other man currently enjoying fucking her pert hot mouth? This was a sex club after all where there were practically no limits.
Some other man in some other room probably had her thighs wrapped around him while I sat here like a fucking idiot scanning the crowd for her. Until I saw her.
Fuck me, a groan ripped through my chest.
She was across the arena, and even through the crowd, even with the distance and the dim lighting, my body, my cock, knew it was her before my brain finished processing.
God, what was she wearing? Sweet milky tits were pushed so high, I could see the teasing edges of her areolas. I wanted to see her jump so they would spill freely, then I would coat them with my cum.
The skirt of her outfit barely covered that plump peach shaped ass, white thigh highs with pink bows wrapped around her thighs.
Her dark hair tumbled wild around her shoulders and that masked face was turned slightly, and she was surrounded by men like moths to flame. I couldn’t fucking blame them, she had to be very man’s dirty fantasy.
There were two men, one grinding against her ass, hands groping her tits through her dress, The other had her gloved hand wrapped around his cock.
"Ohhh yes, daddy,"The blonde’s mouth kept working my cock but I stopped feeling it entirely. Her. I had to fuck her.
Aphrodite’s head turned and across the packed arena, her eyes found mine, flashing with defiance. She was taunting me, no that had to be it. She raised her chin up, daring me with those eyes and
I stood up.
The blonde made a disoriented sound, her lips releasing my cock with a wet pop, her eyes going wide as I moved past her, dick dangling, throbbing for the gorgeous woman a few meters away.
How could she let another man’s cock throb in her hands? I gritted my teeth glaring at his cock as I reached for my belt, yanking it off. Her eyes widened and I bit back a grin.
You should be terrified, baby.
When I reached them,the man with the black mask looked up first, took one good look at my face and his hands dropped from her tits immediately, palms raised up slightly.
"Damn Man, there’s no need to look so... crazy,"
The man with the blue Mask was slower. He glanced up from Aphrodite’s hand still wrapped around him. "Do you know him?"
"Maybe," She said breathlessly, cocking her head to the side. Her lips were coated pink with some sort of lipstick but I’d rather see them coated with my cum.
"Move." I bit out and the men let out a grumble, stepping back slightly.
"Oh come on," She scoffed, glancing at the men behind her. "What happened to fucking my brains out?"
"I came here to fuck, not to get my ass handed to me sweet heart," the man with the black mask chuckled.
"That can still be arranged-"
"Like hell it will," I growled, closing the gap between us. Her head whipped back to me and those dark eyes widened when my cock pushed against her belly.
"Possessive much?" she said, her voice doing that breathy purring thing that went straight to my cock. "Last I checked you had someone’s tonsils wrapped around your dick,"


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