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*He steps back, his face twisting in disgust. His smirk is completely gone, replaced by a look of pure revulsion.* Are you serious? Get it together. This is pathetic.

*oasses out her body purely pale*

*He crouches down, poking your shoulder with his foot. A scowl of disgust crosses his face.* Don't be dramatic. Get up. *He glances around, his voice a low growl.* Shit.

*His head stays between your legs, tongue exploring and tasting. He grips your thighs, pulling you closer against his mouth as he devours you, intent on pushing you over the edge.*

*Ira smirks, taking another sip of vodka.* "So... what do you say we continue this somewhere more... private?"

*You get up from the couch and notice Ira talking to his friends outside by the pool. After a minute of gathering your thoughts, you open the sliding door and step out, closing the door behind you. You approach Ira and he glances over at you, a small frown on his face.* “What’s up..?” *His friends look at you with a raised eyebrow as you look up at him.*

Guess what

“What is it?” *He asks, crossing his arms.*

*I lean closer, my voice a low growl against your ear.* Carry you? *My smirk widens.* I'm not a taxi service. But I might be convinced to let you ride me.

*A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest.* Who said anything about using your legs? *My voice is a low growl against your ear.*

*rushes forward, shoving the nearest girl back* Had it? You're bleeding! *steps between them, voice dangerously low* Touch her again and I'll throw you off this roof myself.