Chapter 11

JASMINE

I glared up at the mountain of a man who had just wrecked me on stage, my jaw tight with anger.

He just slapped his fat c.o.c.k against my cheek again. What the hell?

A jolt of electricity ran straight to my dripping c.u.n.t. The crowd was roaring, chanting so loudly. "Suck! Suck! Suck!"

Their filthy encouragement was a wave crashing over me, making my skin prickle with both shame and the sick, thrilling heat coursing through my veins.

The scent of his c.o.c.k filled my head. It was a musky, primal aroma of sweat, sex, and me; my own slick p.u.s.s.y nectar was coated all over...