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PRT II.
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CONTINUATION...
HISsize thirteen hit the gas with force as he sped through the streets of LA. Bypassing cars with ease, glancing around for police and running a few red lights. Deciding to worrying about the many tickets he'd received in the mail later, his tunnel vision currently occupied by you, his California king, and the many positions his mind pondered on putting you in.
His eyes darted over to you ever so often, slouched in the passenger seat still attempting to recover from your abrupt session in the club just twenty minutes ago. Your silk press a mangled mess, your light beat sweated to nothing more than patches of foundation and smeared mascara, and your legs and thighs aching with that of pleasure and pain. Knowing your boyfriend was far from done with you, you kept your eyes shut tightly..figuring he would fall for the old knock out trick.
How mistaken you were to think such a thing, Chris not having a care if you were "sleep" or "tired". Lust igniting in his veins, sexually aroused with a point to prove. You'd be lucky to get any sleep tonight, at all..for that matter.
Jaw clenched he reaches over to grip yours, pulling your head in his direction as you whine. Your eyes fluttering open to see the visibly frustrated look on his face. Thick eyebrows knitted, jaw bobbing, eyes narrow and dark as he flashed the gold jewels on his top and bottom row of perfectly white teeth.
