CHAPTER 42

• He's not okay. I can see it, and I can feel it, but the fact that he came to me for distraction, rather than be with many of the other girls that will be more than willing to spread their thighs for him make my body bubble with excitement, and before my brain catches on with what I'm doing; I'm on my knees before Sinclair with my fingers working on his jeans.
• "Are you sure?" Sinclair questions as he Wraps one hand around my hair, grabbing a fistful of it. I must be fucking sick because the force of it has my pussy clenching against my pant
• "Yes," I respond as I pull down his pants, along with his boxers; his dick springing free, and staring straight at me. Holy mother-fucking- Damn! I know he's big by the feel of him against my core, but out in the open, I didn't expect him to be this big.