Claimed Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend
Three mirror trays on the table, and eight bottles of whiskey sweating in ice buckets, half of them already gone.
Dave took a long pull off his cigar, his eyes rolling back, and his hips rocking lazy into the blonde’s throat.
“Fuuuck yeah, choke on Daddy’s dick, you greedy little cunt,” he groaned, his voice pure gravel and whiskey and power.
My stomach flipped.
My cock jumped so hard the zipper bit me.
Holy shit, this was really happening.
I walked straight to the velvet rope. A bouncer opened his mouth, probably to ask for a name but