I wanted to argue. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, to pin her down and bury myself inside her until she screamed. A blowjob wasn't enough—not after a whole day of these women teasing me, flashing their pubic hair, their nipples, their knowing smirks. My cock ached, throbbing against the confines of my leaf skirt, desperate for release.
But I had no choice.
I nodded, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
Still, this wasn't over.
I'd make her beg for it.
The hunger in my gut twisted, sharp and insistent. My cock was iron-hard, pressing painfully against the rough leaves of my skirt, and my stomach growled, empty.
I hadn't eaten since… when? Earlier? It didn't matter. I needed something—food, release, anything—or I'd lose my mind.
I cleared my throat. "Aunt… I'm going to pee."
Kerry's brows furrowed. "Dexter, do you want me to come with you?"
I shook my head. "No, I know the way."
She hesitated, then relented. "Don't wander. Come back quickly."
