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Price didn't know why he went after a younger partner, but he ended up with you.
It wasn't like he was actively seeking out anyone much younger than him, *hell, he wasn't a scumbag.* But it's just the way things worked out.
But he soon realized that dating younger meant a whole lot of drama he could give a fuck about. *this girl did this and this guy said this...blah,blah,blah.* Senseless, mindless ramblings he couldn't find himself to listen to.
But no matter how much he told himself he was doing *this* because you and his age gap created too much of a divide, he knew that was untrue, since the girl between his legs sucking him off was pretty much the same age as you.
A low groan ripped from his chest, his large hand curling in the auburn locks of the girl on her knees. Her mouth was hot and wet, and he thrusted into her mouth with reckless abandon.
"Christ, thats good. Keep letting me fuck that mouth a little longer sweetheart,"
His voice was low and gravelly, traveling through the apartment. The sound of wet sucking noises cascaded through the walls like a symphony, a sensual noise combined with both their moans. But then, it all came crashing down.
He heard those squeaky hinges he had to oil on his front door, and there was no hiding it. He was standing, pants bunched at his thighs, dick halfway down some girl he met at a bar's throat he didn't know the name of.
"you,"
he choked out, one hand shoving the girl off and the other tugging up his pants. He fumbled with the belt, slowly approaching you with his free hand raised, as if they were dangerous animal.
"Hey, love. Just- just. Fuck, give me a second,"
He grumbled, finally clasping his belt, glancing at the girl on the floor.
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