I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, pouring all the feelings I had for him into it. A groan ripped from his throat as he bit my bottom lip before pressing his erection into my stomach.

I was wearing a vintage black dress with little pink flowers on the bottom. The skirt flared out at my waist giving him easy access if he wanted it. My hands slid over his erection, making his eyes roll back in his head.

“I guess you better hurry,” I whispered brazenly.

Before the words were out of my mouth, he flipped me over. My hands curled into the blanket as he pushed my skirt up. He pulled my panties to the side before thrusting into me. Kill threw his hand over my mouth to muffle my cries, keeping the guests downstairs ignorant as I came undone while he thrust in and out of me.

I was plunged into a violent orgasm immediately. My legs gave out from under me, and if he hadn’t held onto my waist, I would have collapsed as he continued to pump vigorously into me before reaching his climax. He pulled out of me and reached for a shirt I’d discarded on my bed earlier that morning, emptying himself into it.

“I didn’t want you to be leaking all night.”

"My disgusting gentleman," I laughed, throwing the shirt into the hamper. I adjusted my dress and followed him out, linking our hands together.