She stares at me, wide eyed and ruined. Her thighs tremble, soaked and glistening. Hair a mess, lipstick smudged from my mouth.

“I said I’d make you scream,” I murmur, leaning over her, voice thick. “But I never said it’d only be on my cock.”

She swallows hard. “What do you—”

I reach over for her purse, unzip it, and dig inside until my fingers close around what I’m looking for.

Her vibrator.

She freezes. I hold it up between us like a weapon, smirking as the color drains from her cheeks and rushes right back in.

“Well, well,” I murmur.

“Tyler—”

I flip it on. Low buzz.

Her breath...