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ANTHONY
Jesus Christ… watching my little baby doll come was almost as good as getting off myself. But I’d been edging this entire time, so on the verge of getting off that I couldn’t control my fucking words, thoughts, or actions.
I felt her come, her pussy clamping down on my big cock and causing me to curse at how fucking good it felt. I smacked her ass hard enough my handprint was left on the smooth flesh in a vibrant pink outline.
The sound she gave me was a mewl, a plea, and I pulled back and watched my dick slide in and out of her tight cunt. Her flesh was red, wet, and swollen, and it was all because of me.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” I was sweating, the mask fucking irritating me, yet I didn’t stop pounding into her to wipe it away. I pulled back and spit where our flesh met again, loving the slick trail it left before I pushed it into her body with my cock. “I’m coming. I’m filling you up.”
And then I couldn’t hold back anymore. I fucked her good and hard until my balls drew up, and I surrendered.
Once, twice, and on the third thrust, I buried myself as far inside her as I could. I came so damn hard, filling her with my cum, making her take it all. I couldn’t even see straight for how good this felt.
My muscles clenched, my cock throbbed, and I made sure she took every last drop.
She drained me dry.
I collapsed against her back, her sweat so fucking sweet I didn’t stop myself from dragging my tongue along her shoulder blades to lap it up.
My body shook, and I pulled out, watching my cum start to slip from her hole. I used my finger to push it back into her. “Not yet, sweet girl. I want every fucking drop kept in your cunt for now, just to remind you what put it there when it wets your panties later.”
I heard footsteps, and a part of me wanted to let whoever was coming around that corner see I’d just been balls-deep in Pyper. But as I stared at the graceful line of her back, knowing she was too far gone in her post-orgasmic high to consciously allow that, I tucked myself back into my pants and pulled her dress back into place.
She mumbled something, and I was with it enough to help her, so she was now sitting on the chair while I was blocking her from view. There was this possessive side of me that rose up so hard that the idea of someone seeing her after she just came made me want to slit a throat.
When the waiter came around the alcove, he stopped, startled at the scene in front of him. His surprised expression told me he wasn’t fucking stupid. He knew what we’d been doing. Hell, he could probably smell the sex lingering in the air.
The sound that came from me was inhuman and shocked the hell even out of me. The waiter was smart enough to set the refilled carafe on the table as well as another cigar. Then he got the fuck out of there.
I slowly turned around after a second to see Pyper already up and readjusting her dress.
“Running away, bunny?”
She looked up, a startled expression on her face. Her mask was off her face, skewed to the side. She realized that and quickly spun away to straighten it, but I’d already seen her perfectly beautiful face. I didn’t know her, didn’t know anything aside from her first name and the fact that I just had the best fucking sex of my life.
But none of that mattered, because the idea of her running out on me felt pretty fucking miserable.
“I…,” she whispered, then cleared her throat, adjusted her shoes, and turned to face me. “I have to go.” Her voice sounded a little stronger this time, but I noticed how her fingers shook and how tense her body was.
She could lie right now and say she didn’t feel anything but a passing desire to be fucked by a stranger. But her body language told the truth. I affected her the same way she clearly affected me.
When I didn’t say anything, she exhaled and made to walk past me. On instinct, I grabbed her wrist, stopping her, and waited until she looked up at me.
There were a million different things running through my mind in that moment. Things I wanted to tell her that froze on my tongue.
If you think this was a one-time thing, you’re wrong, baby doll.
I’m not nearly done with you.
I want more of you, Pyper. And I’ll get it. I’ll have all of you.
But I didn’t say anything at all. Instead, I ran my thumb over her pulse point, one that was racing beneath it. And when I let go, she darted, stumbled a second, before she rounded the corner and disappeared from my sight.
Oh… sweet girl. You think this is over? That’s cute.
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PYPER
