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Nelle pointed out the eyes on the little doll and when she did, a little glimpse of her hair came into view. Slade’s mind went right back to last night.
Her shirt sliding up and over her head. Her bra falling to the floor.
Jeans… panties…
Slade gritted his teeth and walked to the bathroom to find Nelle’s panties still on the floor.
“Fuck,” he growled, already knowing temptation had won the battle.
He grabbed her panties off the floor. His phone in one hand, Nelle’s panties in another. A certain sweet and seductive smell waiting if he just lifted the panties to his outlaw nose…
He gritted his teeth. He listened to Nelle’s voice on the video.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Next thing he knew, Slade tossed his phone down to the bed and used that hand to open his jeans. He stuffed his hand down, grabbing for his thick, hardening, tortured cock.
Am I doing this…?Slade thought.
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he said out loud.
He curled his lip and wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled. He brought Nelle’s panties up to his nose. It felt like the only logical option here. He needed to clear his head. He needed to think and focus and the sound of Nelle’s voice had gotten to him. Each time he shut his eyes he pictured her naked in the tub. The sight of her tits.
Tits as beautiful as she is. Full, tender, those rose-pink nipples just begging for attention.
“… and as you can see here on the bottom, there is a collectors date and code…”
Nelle’s voice poured from the phone screen. Slade started to pull on his cock. His bedroom door opened.
“Hey, brother…”
Darrow stood there, eyes frozen wide. Slade stood there, caught red handed. Hand wrapped around his cock. Nelle’s panties pressed against his nose. Nelle’s video still playing.
In one motion, Slade turned, threw the panties across the room, and wrestled his cock back into his jeans.
“You don’t fucking knock, you stupid prick?” Slade roared.
“Are you jerking off to an antique video?” Darrow asked. He was now in the bedroom. “Does she at least put that doll up her pussy or something?”
Slade zipped his jeans and spun around, then grabbed his phone off the bed and paused the video.
“Hey, I’ll give you all the time you need here,” Darrow said. “Need some kind of stuffed animal to hump while you’re at it?”
“I will slit your fucking throat if you say one word…”
Too late,Slade thought to himself. Darrow smiled and walked backward out of the bedroom and pulled the door shut. He hadn’t even said what he wanted from Slade.
“Fuck,” Slade growled even louder.
He sat down on the corner of his bed. His phone jumped and landed on the bed, playing Nelle’s video again. Slade swiped his hand, throwing his phone across the room.
One thing he knew for sure…
… this woman was starting to become a big problem for him.
Chapter Sixteen
The White Stuff is ‘a flyin’
