Chapter 186 Amelia

• With a grin, he unzipped his pants, whipping out his growing cock—thick as her wrist, veined and heavy, already half-hard and swinging free. It bobbed in the air, the head glistening, drawing her eyes despite herself. 'Don't worry, Joash,' LeBron said, voice smooth as silk. 'I love stubborn girls. Breaks 'em in just right.' He grabbed her wrist, leading her away from Joash, his free hand still clutching his shaft, stroking it to full hardness as they moved.
• Joash watched them go with a satisfied nod, sinking back into his seat. 'Enjoy her, LeBron. She's a fighter—makes the surrender sweeter.'
• LeBron pulled Amelia into a shadowed corner booth, partially screened by heavy velvet curtains that muffled the club's jazz hum. The space was intimate, a half-moon banquette with a low table scattered with empty glasses, the air cooler here but still thick with anticipation. He shoved her down onto the cushions, the leather sticking to her damp skin, and loomed over her, cock now fully erect, a solid nine inches of ebony steel pulsing with need.