My hums have turned into little sobs as the sensations build and build.
“Now you’re gonna come from it. I feel how tight your little pussy is getting. Let me hear how good it is.” His motion grows faster and harder, and he starts grunting as he thrusts.
I let out a loud cry as climax catches me by surprise. Tremors run through my body as I push against the wall and grind my ass against his pushing.
“There it is. That’s what I want from you. Look how hard you’re coming for me.” He’s murmuring out the words hoarsely, interspersed by animalistic grunts.
My pussy has clamped down around his thick cock, and it must be too much for him. Because as soon as my own waves of release start to level off, he falls out of rhythm and comes with a loud exclamation.
He keeps making little pushes as he moans and ejaculates into the condom. Then he holds the position as he reaches around and rubs my clit.
I whimper through another little orgasm before my body softens all the way.
“Now then. That was real good.” He pulls out and ties off the condom before he helps me straighten up too.
I limp to the bed and collapse on it. “That was better than good.”
“You okay? You took a lot. Was it too much?”
“No. It was exactly the right amount.” I’m smiling up at him like a fool.
He chuckles and lies down beside me on the bed, pulling me into the circle of his arms.
We relax and breathe and come down without speaking for several minutes. Then he finally asks softly, “Were you mad at me?”
“I was annoyed because you were being a possessive jerk.”
“No, before that. Starting two weeks ago. I know I’m not supposed to ask again, but it’s been eating me up. If I did something, you gotta let me know.”
“You didn’t do anything.” I sigh, no longer having it in me to make up a story or hide the truth. “I was trying… It’s hard.With this being my job. Sometimes… sometimes it’s hard to keep feeling… professional.”
He’s silent for a long minute. Then he lets out a long sigh. “Oh. I get it.”
“It wasn’t anything you did wrong.”
“Okay. Good.” He tilts his head down to nuzzle my hair. “’Cause I wouldn’t like that at all.”
It’s been cloudy all day, but I crawl out onto the roof later anyway. I draw the few stars visible whenever the clouds break, and I dream about the world being different.
8
I’m washingup after morning chores when Poppy knocks on my bedroom door.
Swinging it open and seeing who it is, I ask, “Is everything all right?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Can I come in?”
“Of course.” I step out of the doorway to let her in.
No one but paying customers have ever been in my room before, but I’ve been worried about Poppy ever since she was raped. She’s been much quieter and more subdued than she was before. So my worry outweighs any oddness about her wanting to come into my room.
There’s nowhere to sit but the side of the bed, so I gesture her onto it, perching on the edge of the mattress beside her. “What is it? Is something wrong?”
“Not really. I mean, I’ve just been thinking a lot. Ever since… it happened. And I decided… I decided…” Her pretty, round face is downcast. “I’ve decided I want to go home.”
I don’t know a lot about Poppy’s background, but I do know she has a largish family that’s still holding on to a homestead not far away. From what I’ve put together from random comments,she got in a fight with her father and left home, which is how she ended up working here. “Okay. I think that makes sense, especially after what happened. Is your… Your home is safe for you?”
“Yeah. It’s safe. I feel kind of stupid making such a fuss about it now. But my dad got really bossy and overprotective after Impact. That’s why we fought all the time. That’s why I left.”
