Hey everyone!

I'm in New Jersey with two of my amazing prereaders: Jill and Ariel! Pearly also prereads and she's pretty great too!

Any mistakes left are all mine!


The funny thing is, instead of the biting rejection that most would feel when a woman tells you to suck an appendage you assume she doesn't have, it does something unexpected to me.

I laugh.

Granted, it only pisses her off, but hearing the words "suck my dick" coming from such a pretty mouth is enough to shock me out of my fear and steely resolve to do what I need to do.

I've seen this girl in the tiniest little panties. Believe me, I know she's not hiding a dick.

Good thing my filter kicks in, so I don't say that aloud.

She storms off in the middle of my outburst, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and I follow her, but it's not something I allow her to be aware of.

I'm literally a certified sneak, so getting her to the storage room without her being aware of my presence is a piece of cake.

Speaking of cake, those jeans do fucking nothing to hide hers.

Christ.

The Corona she needs isn't all that high up, but she's such a tiny little thing she has to stretch to the tips of her toes with her arms stretched up, her top lifting to reveal more bare skin than I can handle when there's not a screen between us.

I want to help her, but I don't want her to know I'm here yet.

I also want to reach out to her, but...I'm trying not to be a complete fuck-up here.

She makes a little grunting sound, one I could see her making between my sheets, and jumps a bit to get the box off the ledge. But the momentum sort of launches it out of its spot, and she frantically scrambles to catch it. But I'm behind her in an instant, reaching up to grab the beer with ease.

Her whole back is pressed against my front, and she's warm and small, and fuck, she smells so good. Like strawberries and warmth, but not in an obnoxious body spray kind of way. I want to find out what she smells like in other places. I want to peel those skin-tight jeans off, push her against these shelves, and make her forget she ever hated me.

At some point, my other arm comes out to grab onto the shelf, probably since the feeling of her tensing in fear against me could make my knees buckle if I don't hold myself up.

It feels like an eternity passes when she turns to see me, but it only takes her a second to let out a blood-curdling scream.

Do I back off? No, of course not. That would be smart. I don't do smart.

Instead, I clamp my hand over her mouth to stop the screaming, then promptly let out a yell of my own when I feel her teeth sink my flesh.


Hehehe ;)