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Her sweet cunt is drenching wet for me. I nudge her thighs apart with my leg, and without wasting time, I thrust inside her deep. So deep, she leans on the workbench, and I almost lose my balance for a moment. I chuckle, an amusing sound that rumbles through me. When was the last time I felt this carefree?
She rocks her hips, bringing me to the present. I retreat my cock midway then slam deeper in her pussy, all the way to the hilt. She lets out a small strangled sound, and shit, I know I’m being too rough on her, but she can take it. She doesn’t want me to stop and I can feel it.
I nip her ear, and she all but melts onto me, the tip of her tongue dashing out and looking for mine. I touch her tongue with mine, and she moans again, so sensually. With my hand, I trace the path to her pussy, and play with her swollen clit. She gasps when I do so, giving me the go-ahead to tease her a bit more.
She twists her head around and I catch her lips in mine, devouring her mouth with the same intensity my thumb is flicking her clit. Then, I move my cock again, with shallow thrusts, quick in and out just to remind her I’m the boss. She tries to wretch her mouth from mine to catch some air, but I barely let her, kissing her like we’re about to die if we don’t. Not a complete lie.
I fuck my girl, my balls slapping her skin, plummeting then slipping out, continuing this crazy tempo until she comes undone. Trembling, she calls my name, and when I touch her wrist, I feel her mad pulse.
I nip her shoulder, and place my hands around her waist. That gives me the support I need to go deeper, harder, faster. I fuck her, and let go—my hot load fills her tight pussy, and she sighs. A crazy sensation flows through me, and I realize I’ve never felt so at peace after sex. With her, I can be me, without worrying. With her, I can—
Suddenly, a door is swung open, and I see Susan’s face, shocked, looking at us. “What the hell?”
7
Britney
Two weeks later…
“Is that all?”the clerk at the convenience store asks, and I nod.
A candy bar and a celebrity magazine. That’s all I buy. I wish I could buy alcohol, but the old man behind the counter knows I’m not 21. Sighing, I grab my items and slide them into my bag. I walk slowly to my car, as if I have nowhere to go.
For the past few weeks, it certainly feels that way.
After Susan caught us, I ran. She called me names, bad names I deserve to be called. Hunter came to my defense, but I simply took off from their home. There wasn’t anything else to be said. Luckily, I don’t think the guests noticed, or at least they pretended not to.
A rush of warmth spread across my cheeks. I never meant to hurt Susan—sounds foolish and self-serving, I know. I helped wreck what was left of her marriage.
Or did I?
I haven’t heard from Hunter, or from her. Maybe they’re back together. In a way, I almost prefer if they were back together—it would perhaps lessen my guilt. I wanted him, yes. Still do. But shit, I don’t want to be responsible for a broken home and sad kids. Max and Charlie are sweet kids who deserve having their parents around.
Besides, even if he left her, he hasn’t called to ask me out. Perhaps her finding us out was the final nail in a coffin that I’m refusing to bury. I miss Hunter. All those days I looked forward to seeing him are gone.
The way he touches me… kisses me… all gone.
I go inside my car, and make a quick drive to the home I share with three other roommates. I park and go in, and call their names then realize they’re all in classes now. I sigh, then open a candy bar and am half eating it when I hear the doorbell ring.
I see Hunter in front of me, wearing denim jeans and gray shirt.
Every hair on the back of my neck pricks.
“May I come in?” he asks, and I gesture, with a slightly trembling hand, for him to enter.
Our living room is filled with books, oversized beanbags and a couple couches we got from one of the girl’s parents. It’s messy and there’s a lot of cheap pink Target accents. His masculine figure contrasts against the purple lamp and the sparkling beads on the throw blankets.
“What happened?” I ask, crossing my arms.
He studies the place, and a knowing smile curls his lips. Then, his expression sobers, and he looks at me.
I shift my weight from foot to foot, already unsure about what to do. Less than a minute in his presence and I’m already at a loss. Get it together, Britney.
“Susan and I are getting a divorce.”
I swallow. My stomach drops to the floor, and my palms are now clammy. Should I be worried? Happy? Relieved? A tornado of emotions sweep through me, leaving me confused. “W-what?” I mutter, and manage to plop down on one of the beanies. I can’t trust my knees to keep me upright anymore.
He sits on the couch and runs his fingers through his hair. “Our marriage wasn’t doing well for at least a year or two, but we managed because of the kids. I take no pride in cheating on her, and that’s not something I’ve ever done before. But you—”
