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His sinful words are slowly destroying all my reasoning, tearing down the walls I put up to protect myself from him.

The next song plays, and we continue dancing. He grinds his body into me, and I can feel the thickness of his hardened length through his pants.

“If you dance with anyone else tonight, I will fucking kill them… you hear me?” He pulls me in tighter. “I. Will. Fucking. Kill them.”

A shiver runs down the length of my spine. His possessiveness should terrify me—but it doesn’t. It only does things to me… things I shouldn't wa nt.

His hands drift down my sides gripping my hips and pulling my ass deeper into him. I can feel his solid length pressing into my backside.

“You feel that? That’s the only dick you’ll be getting tonight.”

He gets off on controlling me, his cockiness on full display. My breath hitches as his hand slides lower, off the bottom edge of my dress and onto my heated skin. The heat from his body rushes through me.

I know I should push him away. I know I should stop this. I should walk right off this fucking dancefloor.

But I don’t.

Because, fuck—

I don’t want to.

He’s commanding. He has me wrapped around his finger, and I can’t help but fall into his trance. I’m a puppet, and he’s pulling my strings.

Almost like he owns me.

He’s working my body to the rhythm of the music, the beat pulsating like my rapid heart. I could stay in this moment forever, feeling his strong arms surrounding me, in full control.

Fuck him for making me want him so badly.

His tongue and teeth graze my sensitive neck, my raging hormones spreading through me like wildfire .

I can't take it anymore. I need his lips on mine. I spin in his arms and lock eyes with him for a second before his mouth crashes into mine.

His large hand cradles me behind my head, pulling me deeper into him. He takes what he wants and demands it. I reach up, threading my fingers into his short hair, letting him take everything.

Even though the one thought keeps whispering in the back of my mind— You’re going to get hurt again.

But I ignore it.

Because right now, his lips are on mine, and nothing else matters.

And he might not know it yet, but I want him just as badly as he wants me. His teeth nip my lip, tugging, and I open, letting his tongue swirl inside.

“Fuck, you taste so goddam good,” he murmurs against my lips. “Your lips… so fucking sweet.”

He forcefully grips my hair, holding me in place, devouring me right here in the middle of the dance floor. There could be a million other people dancing in this club, but I don’t care. In my lust-filled trance, it’s just him and me, losing ourselves into the sweet abyss.

Time escapes me. I’m not sure how long I’ve been dancing with Jaydon while he feasts on my lips. It could have been minutes or hours; all I know is I don’t want him to stop .

I’m more turned on than I ever have been in my entire life.

I’m so worked up by the way this man kisses me; I feel like I’m going to combust. The song playing mixes over into another, and I grind my pussy into his leg; I’m desperate for release.

He glides his hand down my backside, roughly squeezing my ass while the strobe lights are highlighting our bodies in the most euphoric show I’ve ever seen.

I almost lose my breath when his hand moves around to my front, between us, and slowly slides beneath my dress. He teases me, slowly rubbing along my upper thigh, so dangerously close to where I need to be touched most. My body is screaming with need for release.

I moan his name, “Jaydon… I need you.”

“I know, Baby, I need you too. I can’t control it anymore.

Your lips are like fucking heaven and hell, and I don’t know where I want to end up.

You taste fucking delicious… I can’t get enough of these lips,” He sucks my lower lip into his mouth, “fuck, you’re like my little peach.

.. so fucking juicy and sweet,” He continues teasing me, “I bet you’re fucking soaked between your thighs for me. ”

After long minutes of torture, he finally slides his hand where I need it, and his fingers quickly find my clit, slowly circling it. He moans his appreciation at finding me dripping wet for him. He continues to bring me pleasure, stroking my pussy relentlessly.

His lips graze the shell of my ear, “That’s right, Peachy… let me get all that sweet juice.” His teeth clamp and lightly drag across the lobe of my ear.

I’m close to falling off the ledge. I sink my manicured nails into his strong back and biceps, and I’m already flying high, heading towards one of the most amazing orgasms I’ve ever had in my life.

My pussy is throbbing, so fucking swollen with need for release.

I’m gripping onto him; I just can’t get enough.

Then suddenly, he pushes his two fingers deep into my dripping wet core. Pleasure floods through my body.

I’m fucking his fingers in the middle of a crowd, and no one has the slightest clue as to what we are doing beneath my dress. The sensation from having his fingers inside me and his thumb rubbing my clit sends me into a spiral.

“Jay, oh fuck, Jay… feels so fucking good.” I grip his face, pulling his mouth and tongue deeper into mine.

I can’t get him close enough; I need all of him.

He pulls back to speak against my lips, “You want this dick, Baby?”

I’m so close, I will do anything for him to keep going.

“Oh god, yes, Jaydon, please… I need— I need to come.”

He begins fucking me faster with his fingers, curling them, stroking the spot that will send me into ecstasy. His thumb pressing down so good on my clit. I’m about to come in a room full of strangers, and I don’t give a single fuck .

“Then be a good girl and come on my fingers.”

It’s like he flipped a switch.

As soon as he says those commanding words, my pussy tightens and spasms as I release all over his fingers. I slam my lips back into his, sucking his tongue into my mouth. I’m so sloppy and wet between my thighs.

He continues finger-fucking me until he’s pulled every drop of sweet cum out of me and my breathing has settled.

Then he slowly pulls out of me, and I miss the stretch of his fingers as soon as they’re gone. He raises his hand up to my mouth and swipes his fingers across my lips, then lifts them to his mouth and sucks on the same two fingers that are soaked in my juices.

“Mmm… fuck, your pussy is so fucking sweet. I want to taste it every time I kiss you tonight. The taste of your pussy and the peach on your lips, so fucking good.”

He kisses me, pulling my lips in and sucking my sweet juices off them. I’m soaking wet now, needing to be filled by him again; his filthy words make my sensitive pussy spasm. He reaches down to adjust my dress, rubbing his hands over my ass in the process.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here, Peachy.”

He grabs my hand and leads me towards the exit doors.