The private room was a quiet escape from the pulsing chaos of the club below, the slow, muffled thump of the DJ's music filtering through the walls, a steady beat that kept the night's energy alive. Blue neon lights cast a soft, intimate glow over the large bed, its dark sheets rumpled beneath us, my body naked except for the white mini skirt bunched around my waist.
My long dark hair spilled across my shoulders, my naked boobs catching the cool air, my skin still tingling from the pleasure Sonny had given me earlier.
Now, I was in control, leaning over him as he sat on the bed, his legs spread, his hard cock in my hand, my lips wrapped around it. His tall dick was a solid heat, his dark eyes half-closed with pleasure under the neon glow, his hands gripping me as I worked him. The wine buzzed in my veins, mixing with a reckless thrill that made my heart race, Ezra's absence a faint whisper drowned out by the heat of this moment.
