Tristan Michelson
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My mouth parted in disbelief as she walked out the door, deliberately swaying her hips.
A scoff escaped my lips. Nicole was an interesting woman. She was feisty. She was exactly the kind of woman that appealed to me. I just didn’t think she held grudges and would leave me hard and aching in the middle of s*x.
I stared at the closed door for several long seconds, my c**k still throbbing angrily against my stomach, slick with her release and my own precum.
She’d played me.
She didn’t just play me, she’d outplayed me.
I dragged a hand down my face, let out a low, humorless laugh, then gripped myself roughly once, twice, trying to take the edge off. It didn’t work. Every stroke only reminded me of her tight heat, the way she’d clenched around me, the little gasps s
