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With his free hand, he peeled off one of my shoulder straps, releasing my breast. It was full and engorged, begging to be touched.
He lowered his head to take my nipple in his mouth. Every nerve ending in my body blossomed into goosebumps.
I cried into his fist, clutching on to him harder. My second climax rushed like a current along my body. Each time he entered me, the tip of his cock hit my G-spot.
Stars filled the back of my eyelids.
The knocking on the door intensified.
“Please tell me you’re close.” His mouth moved over my nipple, his thrusts becoming jerkier and less controlled. “I can’t fucking take it anymore. Your pussy is milking my cum one drop at a time.”
The door rattled with force now. “Hey.”
Someone drank their twelve glasses of water today.
“I’m close,” I whimpered.
He removed his hand from my lips, swallowing my moans as we kissed. His warm cum filled the condom as he came inside of me.
We both trembled in each other’s arms, sweaty and shattered by our orgasms. For a long moment, we just held each other, his forehead resting atop of my shoulder.
His hard breaths shot down my spine.
Neither of us wanted to move.
To return to the real world.
“I’m going to combust here.” Pee Lady smacked the door again. “That’s it. If you don’t open up right now, I swear I’m calling the manager.”
Zach and I stared at each other. He withdrew from me slowly, dick half-mast, knotted the used condom, and flung it into the trash can.
I clutched the counter behind me, struggling to catch my breath.
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips before a polite, distant smile took over his face.
“Remember, Octi. You can date whomever you want and sell yourself stories about moving on from me, but I will always be the one to fuck you. The one to make you cum. The one to own every inch of you.”
He zipped up and strolled to the door, unlocking it. The blonde twenty-something on the other side backed up, flustered in her smart business suit.
“Hush money.” Zach produced a wad of cash from his pocket, tossing it in her general direction. “Run your mouth, and I’ll run your life to the ground.”
Ever so casually, he walked back to his date with Eileen.
Leaving me thoroughly fucked, both physically and mentally.
Eileen’s eyes clung to me as I stopped by Farrow’s table on my way back to mine.
The fact that our union was an ongoing farce of Monty Python proportions was becoming more and more apparent. Unnecessary pain must be avoided.
In fact, the only reason I’d agreed to this dinner was to cancel the engagement and map out damage control.
The dudebro in the Lacoste polo peered up at me from his pasta dish, grinning with tomato-stained teeth.
“Shit. It’syou.” His eyes lit up. “Man, I’ve been following your career for a decade. Tried to get an internship with your company when I graduated. I’m a true fan.”
I towered above him, cataloging his face and reassuring myself that Octi could never find a man like this truly desirable. “Unfortunately, I cannot say the same.”
The linguine noodle fell from his lips.
