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Royce, with his eyes closed, let out a shaky breath and said,“Don’t hurt me, Father. I’ll be good.”
The words were bad enough, but the tears rolling down his sleeping face made it nearly impossible to leave. I wanted to hold him, comfort him, and was just about to do so when I glanced at the open drawer of the bedside table.
Amongst the condoms, an expensive watch, and a pack of breath mints was a ticket.
A ticket to the same conference I was attending.
If I were to attend the last day, I’d have to sit and look over my shoulder for the nameless man I shared one night with, squirming in my seat at how utterly debauched I’d behaved.
And how I wanted to do it again.
That thought, if nothing else, prompted me to sneak out of his room and head back to my inexpensive chain motel. Once there, I changed my flight to the first one available.
Home by noon, I thought of Royce all that day and every day after, finally putting a name to a face when I saw him on the cover of a magazine.
Royce hands me the cup of tea he has so carefully prepared. After getting his items from the cart, he sits down beside me, the tuna sandwich he’d ordered in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “Do you mind if I eat first and talk later?” he asks, as if he needs my permission.
Sweet of him to do so, though.
Ugh! Why won’t he stop being nice so I can stay detached?
Without saying these things, I nod, content to drink my tea and watch how he licks his lips before each bite. How his cheeks bunch and hollow as he swallows…
Damn. I want him in the worst way. The needy feeling that I’d lost in the hallway at Paradies comes back full force, making me clench at the thought of him inside me, doing what he does best.
Yeah, Royce and I have a lot in common. He makes me laugh. He is sweet and kind in public, yet dirty and abrasive in bed. He is just what I want.
Just what I need.
And if Royce is trying to soften me up, making me believe in something that isn’t real, he’s won. Hell, he’d won ever since he watched me ride away on my bike and my ass burned because his eyes were on it.
I want him to burn me again. Now, in fact. Explanations can wait until I’ve had my fill.
Placing my empty cup on the table, I stand.
Looping my arms over one another, I lift my t-shirt, exposing my bra. Royce stops mid-chew, eyeing my movements. I pull down my yoga pants, stepping out of them and my shoes to leave them where they lay. His mouth falls open.
“I’m going to take a shower. Will you join me?”
Chapter Ten
Submersion
Royce
Thewateriswarm,and Sin is hot, naked, and ready. She faces me, her heavy tits wet and glistening under the stream of the rainfall shower head. As if she’s just emerged from a wooded lake, her long hair is loose and damp with mist.
I wrap it around my fist and rub my lengthening cock along the seam of her round, thick ass.
“Royce…” she hums, arching her back and pressing into me.
“I told you not to talk, Sin. I guess you need a reminder that I mean what I say.” I enter her tight pussy with my sheathed dick and begin to pummel into her without a warmup, pushing her onto the cool tile with each thrust. The water runs between our bodies, and the slapping sounds of my hips meeting her ass echo in the glass-enclosed shower.
She moves one hand from the wall, reaching between her legs. I slap it away. “Don’t touch your clit, greedy girl,” I say, enunciating each word by slamming into her harder than before. “You’ll come... eventually.”
“R-R-Royce…” she garbles, her head twisted to the side, and part of her lips smeared against the tile.
I let go of my punishing hold on her hip and, snapping her head back with one hand, I place the other around her throat, squeezing slightly. “What did I say about talking?”
