Chapter 34

Seven’s POV

My hand shot from my cock to her wrist and yanked her hand away from her clit just as she was about to hit her high. She pulled forward so fast she wobbled off the counter, but I used her momentum to turn her to the mirror again, shoving her in the back so that her stomach was against the counter and her ass was at my mercy.

Shantelle didn’t waste time. I smacked her ass hard—so hard she cried out— and she arched her back for more as her cry turned into a moan. She took my cock and wet the tip in her arousal.

Then I ran a thumb over it like I wanted us mixed on my hand before I placed that thumb between her ass cheeks right on her other hole. “I should take your ass for a ride right now for the way you talk to me,” I told her. I meant it. She knew that because she was so quiet, and she didn’t bother to say anything to me.

She gasped as I flirted with her only virgin hole, teasing it and working it so much that she forgot about the sting of