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Hey guysssssss.

I did kinda say I'd share my first club experience and here it is.

Skip if my embarrassing life story upsets you!

This story is kinda inspired by the fact that everything Harry and Jules did is exactly what I also did when this guy approached me except that the things he said and did that made me cringe, I reincarnated to something better.

He took me to a bathroom when he asked me to come up with him. A club bathroom, that wasn't sexy at all and also, he kept saying how he's so shocked that someone like me came up with him( I know my sexy ass shouldn't be with your corny ass right now, shut up) ranting on and on about how it had hardly happened,  he also wouldn't stop calling me a bird like an actual bird --got me thinking if I had feathers and digits somewhere-- in his native almost Mexican accent and finally he got to my breaking point when he kissed me and made the stupid comment about how the last time he brought a girl here, she had a tongue piercing and it was fucking sexy. I left after he said that because it was super cringe and super embarrassing.

So kinda what Harry did is what I wished the first guy I met at a club did to me  for the first time.

Annnyyyywayyyy I know I put a warning about mature stuff in the profile of this book and on the last chapter but I'm really sensitive about sensitive readers and wouldn't want anyone being uncomfortable so please and please skip this chapter if carefully described heated sexual intercourse disturbs you.

Enjoy!

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                           Harry's POV
'I am too'

Her tiny, carefully calculated voice came out almost like a whimper, almost like she didn't really intend for me to hear but I did and the way my jean tightened and she saw my eyes widen, I knew she was embarrassed. So cutely so and the hot red that spread on her skin like gave her away.

Damn she was a beauty, I had seen a lot of women, been with them but none of them struck a nerve the way she had. It was always come and go, only a few words exchanged and then I'm slamming into her and watching her limp out of my office when I was done.

I had screwed up, told her my name. Granted all the women I slept with knew who I was--except her-- I never disclosed my identity, never told anyone my name, never until this naive, skittish shawty.

I watched her nibble on her lips, I wondered if it hurt but probably not since it was like a habit for her. I watched her red plush, swollen lips shiver as she held my gaze, her doey, blue irises focused directly on mine.

God knew she had fucked the hell up, she had messed up the very damn moment she walked into the fucking club and came up here with me. Now I wasn't quite sure I could let her leave without taking her and slamming into her senseless against the wall of this office.

I took a step toward her, the space between her wide spread leg enough to accommodate my large body. I had to take a moment to breath, tracing my palm on her long, long slender legs that could wrap thoroughly around me. All the blood rushes to my lower body as she squeezes her legs around me, pushing her hips till both our centers were touching. Heat spread through me, even with the barrier of her lace thong.

In a brief second, I get on my knees and pull her skirt up to her waist and carefully slide the thin material down her legs, instantly marveling the moment my eyes land on her clad center, already dripping with her wetness. My eyes flick up to meet hers that she had closed with her hands against her face. No, no, no, I don't want her doing that, there's nothing here to be shy of.