Page 147 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Her whimper is music to my fucking ears, and I wish nothing more than to be able to hear that sound while she’s gagging on my cock.

Pulling back, I look down into her eyes and groan. She bites her lips, her nostrils flaring as she grinds her pussy hard against my leg.

“You really are a naughty girl, aren't you?” I ask, my voice a low rasp as my cock becomes painfully hard, pressing against my jeans. “Look at you, Lola. Riding my knee like some desperate little slut.”

She whimpers, moving faster. Her chest heaves with every breath, her movements becoming frantic as she uses me to get herself closer to release.

It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Seeing my Lola Girl so needy for me, it does something to me.

I have to curl my fingers around the edge of the sink to keep my hands to myself because I’m on the verge of spinning her around, bending her over, and fucking her until she’s a sobbing mess, cumming on my cock.

I want to watch her walk away with my cum dripping from her needy little cunt and down her thighs.

“Sylas,” she whimpers, her warm breath skating against my lips.

“Cum for me, Lola Girl.” I smirk. “You may as well. You’re already grinding against me like a bitch in heat. May as well get your reward.”

She whines, her eyes closing as she works herself faster.

“Eyes on me,” I growl, grabbing her chin between my fingers.

Her eyes snap open, widening as her lips part.

“That's it. Break for me,” I coax, watching as she falls over that edge.

She bites down on her lip hard, trying to smother her cry as she starts to shake. I can feel her juices soaking the fabric of my black jeans.

“Oh god,” she gasps out. “Oh god.”

She looks absolutely enchanting as she climaxes. I nearly cum in my fucking pants knowing that my sweet Nola Girl just used me to get off.

A low chuckle rumbles out of my chest. “No god here.” I grin. “Only the devil. And unless you want to see the wrath of Lucifer himself, I suggest you never do what we just did with another man.”

I let go of her chin and take a step back. She nearly falls forward, just barely managing to catch herself in time.

“What?” Her brows furrow, chest rising and falling as she struggles to catch her breath.

I need to get out of here before I do something I can’t take back. She’s off limits, she’s notmine to touch.

This shouldn’t have happened. But I’ll be damned if she does this with anyone else.

“You heard me, Nola.” I smirk, backing away. “Let another man touch you again, and there will be a price to pay. The question is, would you be willing to pay it?”

“Sylas, wait!” she calls after me as I turn around and leave the bathroom. I storm down the hallway towards the men's bathroom.

Locking myself inside the bathroom stall, I undo my jeans and pull my cock out. It only takes a few quick jerks before I’m leaning over the toilet, groaning as I spill my load into the bowl.

“Can’t believe I’ve resorted to jerking off in the fucking bathroom,” I grumble, panting as I milk my balls until they are completely empty. “It should have been her on her knees, swallowing my fucking cock.”

Jasper can go fuck himself. At this point, I don't care if the girls I fuck around with die. It’s not like I’m the one at risk.

I’m glad I didn’t do what I really wanted to do with Nola. If someone is watching us and dared to try and hurt her, I wouldn’t care if it started a war, I’d slaughter the whole fucking lot of them.

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TWENTY-SIX

WESLEY