Dexter

“How many times do I have to tell you, Victoria? I don’t fucking want your needy pussy,” I shouted, trying to concentrate while these assholes in the living room were whistling and clapping. Harry mentioned something about the pole dancer, but I didn’t give a damn.

“We had a great time together, Dex,” she purred, spreading herself on the bed and showing me her tits. Her eyes glittered as she started licking off her finger. She was poisonous, draining me of my precious energy.

“Stay the fuck away from me, or I’ll ruin you,” I snapped and left the room ready to smash something. She was unbelievable. We fucked...