No Saints Here

ver's D

if we're going to make it on time

ror. The red bodycon dress hugged e

from owning her curves - if anyt

ts, thick hips, and a perfect bubble butt. At just eighteen, she was alre

e company where her father had worked as head driver for ten yea

ney," Dad said as she

Dad," s

" Mom added, already

nd she prayed it would play out perfectly. It had been years of c

f his lips, the way he pushed her away. *You are a child. You don't

D.C. Enterprises.

Cory - his high school friend, who gave him this job. Their livelihood depended on him. And yet, that didn't stop

l was already packed with guests in exp

himself. This is magnificen

," Dad laughed as they made

at presence.

nz

kiss Mom's cheek. But when his eyes met Ciara's... they darted

ons again, bo

malities," Cory replied with a smile,

an who clawed his way from nothing to become the man everyone in this room r

ed you a question," Mom'

chasing her for months. She only wanted Cory, but

hair color?" Daryl

ing her fork into her chicken and chewing sl

," Daryl whispered,

iara looked up. Cory's dark eyes we

had only

ed is your favorite color,"

clenched un

g out, her ass swaying with every step. For a year he had stayed away, reminding himself she was too young, too i

bathroom, Daryl?" Ciara suddenly a

ke a fool. His eyes burned into the sway of her hips, t

ttered, rising from

door, and the scene he mee

wall, Daryl's mouth devouring

r away and sla

ore I kill yo

derous eyes, and Daryl

king her lips as she fi

y roared, his hand slamming ag

oolly, "was me Fre

h me, Ciara." His voi

oss, not mine. You're the one who rejected me, rem

ed her wrist and yanked her back. His

oug

s gaze. She gasped, but before she could scream, his mouth crashed down on hers, swal

agging his tongue over her nipples, biting,

ugh, desperate, claiming every inch.

ordered, his voi

ed beyond reas

and letting every man here stare at your gorgeous b

athlessly. "Fill me up. Tea

uth. Her face pressed against the cold wall, wrist

on't give a fuck who walks in. Th

. When his fingers brushed

ing... naughty

red agains

utal thrust. They both cried out,

k, letting her adjust to his size. But she

dies clapped against each other, his pace merc

lled the restroom. H

well. So damn ti

ine, Ciar

uddenly cr

in the doorway, e

harder. He pressed Ciara's cheek against the w

sped, stumbled

out the shame. Her climax ripped through her,

ide her with a guttural groan, holdi

om her lips and leaned close,

From tonight... you're mine. And I