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“Hey man, she still hasn’t paid for the dog’s cut.” The guy calls out behind us.
I drop Ari’s hand and pull out a hundred-dollar bill from my pocket.
“I better not see you within a ten-mile radius of her again, or I will shoot you.” I throw him the bill and walk back, taking Ari’s hand in mine.
Her legs stumble behind me, her stilettos maneuvering the uneven sidewalk. I stop when I reach my bike.
“Get on.”
She looks down at the short pink dress. I remove my vest and place it on the bike before removing my checkered yellow and black flannel.
I tie it around her waist and put a helmet on her. She lifts her chin and glares up at me. I grab the sling out of her bag and place it on me. If I were a compulsive list maker like Ari, then strapping a bright pink dog sling to me would be at the top of my list of things no self-respecting vato loco would ever do.
“I thought you were smarter than this,” I say disapprovingly.
“You know what, you wouldn’t get it.” She says, taking off and walking down the street.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“I’m not going with you!”
“The fuck you aren’t,” I yell as I walk after her.
A few of the guys on the street look over at us. Me with the fucking dog in a sling and her strutting away with my flannel around her waist and the helmet on her head.
“Leave me alone. I’m going to see if I can get a ride from one of those ladies.” I look ahead and see a small group of prostitutes and shake my head.
This girl has absolutely no fucking street smarts. I grab her hand and pull her back.
“The fuck you are Princess.”
I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, careful not to hit Guapo, who is also barking at his owner. She starts hitting myback with her fist. My hand, with a mind of its own, reaches back and spanks her.
Chapter 6
Ariella
Ikeep my mouth shut the entire ride to the hotel. Everything about the ride is causing a tingly sensation all over my body. My ass was still in shock from where he- spanked me? I didn’t imagine that, right? Just like I’m not imagining the pleasure pooling between my thighs while I’m pressed up against him. My arms are holding his torso tight.
This is not the outfit I would pick to ride a motorcycle. Ten out of ten do not recommend a pink mini dress and heels for this occasion. For one, my exposed vajay is pushed up against Nero’s muscular back. There’s constant friction between my thong and his leather vest.
The motion of the bike and the friction rubbing against my clit is embarrassingly pleasurable. I had touched myself before, but it felt nothing like this. My experience didn’t go much farther than the shower head, so I couldn’t help how my body was reacting.
Nero stiffens in front of me when he feels me push myself forward against him. Desperate for more.God, I want more.
He runs a hand over my bare leg, and I close my eyes. Heat explodes in my core, and I want so desperately to grind my pussy on him. I want him to touch me like this all over. I want to-
No. Wait. I’m mad at him.
Why was I thinking the most perverse things about a man who just embarrassed me in front of the only Dog groomer I can afford right now? I try to gain composure as I see the hotel coming into view.
Scooting back, I pray like hell he doesn’t have a clue about what I was doing behind him. My clit throbs, and I push the immoral thoughts out of my brain. I start to repeat the only thing I have memorized.
“I’m sexy, I’m cute. I’m popular, to boot. I’m bitchin, great hair, the boys all love to stare...” I say, reciting the opening cheer fromBring it Oninside my head.
Por Favor.
I’ll do anything to get my clit to stop throbbing. Also, why could I never memorize anything significant like the Constitution or the Ten Commandments?
