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He scissors his fingers inside me, hitting a spot I don’t even realize exists.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I moan as his hand tightens around my neck, further sharpening my senses to the fire burning between my legs.

Bam!

Someone opens the door.

Rex slaps his other hand over my mouth, muffling my cries.

Logic and fear sweep in as Rex drags me to a nook behind the nearest cabinet.

Muffled conversations reach my ears—the words too soft for me to pick up because of the rioting pulse battering my eardrums.

Just when my mind threatens to awaken, Rex does the unthinkable.

He thrusts three fingers back inside me.

I bite back a cry as he resumes his scissoring motion, the sparks which never faded away growing like a brush fire under one hundred mile per hour winds.

Burns. Everything burns out of control.

“Quiet, or you’ll give us away,” he rasps, his fingers fucking me.

Harder. Faster.

My muscles lock, then tremble, my teeth chattering, his other hand still covering my mouth. A pulsing I’ve never felt before begins deep inside my core, then radiates outward, invading every nerve cell.

“Come. Give me your cum, sweetheart, and don’t let them hear us.”

He nips my earlobe.

The dam breaks. I bite my cheek to silence my scream.

Wetness gushes out of me, making a mess of his hand, my dress, my thighs. I hear droplets hitting the floor before Rex thrusts his thigh between my legs, so my cum drips onto his pants instead.

“Good girl, my fucking good girl. Next time you squirt, I want you to drench my face.”

He shushes me, alternating between sweet words and degradation. He strokes my pussy, massaging it, extending the aftershocks.

This time, I melt under his praises, my body not really mine anymore, my mind in a haze.

What on earth was that? Because that wasn’t just an orgasm. It felt like so much more.

“A beautiful squirter. I want to see you soak our mattress like the good slut you are.” He licks the column of my neck and I shudder.

Squirt. I squirted. My face flames.

Then I hear the door opening, then closing. Whoever was here just left.

Ring.

Rex’s ringtone blares like an alarm, and I jolt in his arms.

He kisses my cheek, then slowly steps away from me.

My face is on fire as I squeeze my eyes shut and collapse against the window, the cold glass doing nothing to cool my body.

“What? You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ll be right there,” he says into the phone.