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“Yeah.” But I’m not leaving like this.
Her hold loosens until it falls away, color rising in her cheeks before she looks down at the ground and I lose sight of her expression. She’s embarrassed, and I’m more amused than sympathetic. I like that she got caught up in this, same as me.
I set a hand on her waist and spin her around, so she’s the one against the wall. Her inhale is surprised and fast, becoming labored breaths as I slide a hand under her dress and between her legs. She’s fucking soaked.
“Take off your underwear,” I tell her, pulling a condom out of my pocket and rolling it on. Earlier I felt stupid for stashing one there. Right now, I’ve never been more grateful for anything.
Hannah only hesitates for a second before reaching under her dress and tossing away what looks like a scrap of lace. I’m very glad I didn’t know that’s all she was wearing while we were at the baseball game. It probably would have shredded my self-control down to nothing.
“You might miss your plane,” she warns.
“Worth it.”
Hannah laughs. It quickly turns into a moan, as I lift one of her legs and enter her in one hard thrust, groaning as I feel her inner walls clench around me.
I fuck her with frantic strokes, and it has nothing to do with the ticking clock to get to the airport. It’s that I can’t get enough, that the split-second when I’m not inside of her feels too long. I’m addicted to the feel of her, to the ways she gasps and moans and begs, my name mingling betweenyesandfuckandmore.
There’s a primal element to the roughness too. Something I don’t understand and can’t control. Ineedto be deep in her. I want her to feel me for days. The next time a guy approaches her at a bar, I want Hannah to doubt whether he’ll be able to make her feel this good.
She writhes against me, and I wish we were both naked. Wish this was happening in a bed, so I could explore her body with my hands and my tongue, then fuck her for a second time.
Distantly, I’m aware of my phone beginning to ring again. But we both ignore it.
Hannah is close to coming. I can feel the clutch of her cunt fluttering around me. As soon as I reach above the spot where I’m entering her and rub the nub of nerves there, they turn into powerful spasms.
It sets off my own release. I can’t talk myself out of coming. I’ve been hovering on the precipice for too long, a slow burn that’s been simmering ever since I woke up next to her and sparked the second she unbuckled my belt.
Bolts of heat race down my spine as my balls tighten and my cock twitches. She’s tight and hot and wet, and I come inside of her until I can hardly see straight.
The pleasure fades slowly, the harsh sting of reality replacing it.
Reluctantly, I pull out of her and step away, tucking myself back into my pants and then walking into the kitchen to throw away the condom and wash my hands.
Hannah hasn’t moved when I return to the entryway. She’s slumped against the wall, her chest still heaving from the high.
My phone rings again, and this time I answer it. “Oliver Kensington.”
“Hello, Mr. Kensington,” a male voice says. “I’m at the address you requested a car to…”
“I’ll be right out,” I tell the driver.
“Very good, sir.”
I hang up and slip my phone in my pocket. All my other belongings are neatly packed in my suitcase, ready to go.
I’m not, though.
I glance at Hannah, who’s straightened. Aside from a few wrinkles, her dress looks the same. She gnaws on her bottom lip, playing with the hem.
“Well, thanks for coming.”
I huff a laugh, and a small smile creeps across her face.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.”
Still, I don’t move. I’ve never experienced this obsession with someone before. I just had her, and I’m already desperate to start all over again. It’s an addiction, growing worse with each hit.
