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I shook my head and focused on the woman in front of me. I don’t remember walking to the cake table, but the baker stood there smiling at me. “Thanks, Frankie. The cake is like artwork, seriously beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
We chatted for a minute, and I got lost in a sea of people as I worked the room, silently clearing plates left behind and straightening tablecloths. Something I never thought I’d do, but oddly didn’t mind.
I actually didn’t think I would like this job as much as I did, but anything was a step up from being a manipulative tool for my dad’s business by using my tits and ass to distract men to close deals.
So life didn’t turn out as I planned… not sure it ever does for anyone. People disappoint us. Family betrays us. And when you’re left with very few options, you take what good you can and hold on to it for dear life. My fingers were throbbing from how hard I was trying to maintain a grip on what I’d worked so hard for.
I didn’t think my hands could ache anymore, but when I went out back to get some fresh air and found Scotty leaning against a wall, I didn’t hesitate to take hold of him.
His desire didn’t waver either.
Our mouths fused, tongues battled. My knees wobbled, and the insides of my thighs tingled. His suitcoat was bunched up in my fists, and my biceps were tightened keeping him close.
He spun me around and my back was against the brick wall, his hand cradled my head while the other slid under my skirt. I sucked a breath through my teeth, and he ripped his mouth from mine but kept our foreheads touching.
I was aching, and when he scraped his nail over my panties, his pupils flashed, and the green of his eyes blinded me to the jaded doubt that had funneled my vision for so long. He pushed the material out of his way and slid one long finger inside like he owned me.
“Definitely wet. Bet you’re sweet as honey?” he whispered, and before I understood the question, my lips were wet, and he ran his tongue along the crease, a low moan echoing in the night. “Delectable.”
Then he was gone, a cold wind raked across my heated cheeks, and a new kind of warmth spread through me when my panties were ripped off. “God,” I whined, not knowing what I needed from him but thinking I’d die without more.
“Hold this,” he commanded, bunching up the skirt and pressing it into my hips.
My hands were shaky, and it took a couple of tries, but I gathered the material out of the way and looked down just in time to see his thumbs spread me open and his mouth cover me. “Oh my God.” My knees bent, and he cupped my ass to pull me into him, and then he ate.
It didn’t take long, and my neck snapped back, head thudded against the wall, and a silent scream lodged in my throat as my thighs clamped tight, and I fell over the edge.
He pushed to his feet and spun me around while I was still coming, and when his zipper sounded, another rush of pleasure tore through me. His lips were at my ear, harsh breaths making some stray hairs dance, and I felt the smooth tip of his rigid length where I was still throbbing.
“Yeah?” he asked, pressing in an inch, stretching me, teasing. “Want it?”
“Yes,” I pleaded, pushing against him. “Please.”
Then I was full of him. One long, smooth thrust and I was on my toes, ass out, being fucked hard.
It should have felt dirty. Him shoving me against a wall and not looking at me should have made me feel like a whore, but instead, I felt worshipped.
He felt our connection and sped up, his fingers cupping us and the ball of his hand put pressure on my clit, bringing me to orgasm again. “Fuck, yes,” he growled, and the gentle kisses on my neck were a paradox of his rough strokes. “Knew it’d be like this.” His cock got impossibly hard and he stilled, groaning deep as he came.
His sounds, his strength, the way he held me, how softly his lips brushed my shoulder, and the fact that even through his own pleasure, he protected my face from the brick, it showed me how perfect he was.
He sighed, kissed my cheek, then spun me around as he lowered my skirt back in place before he rearranged himself. “You all right?” He plucked my panties off the ground.
“Yeah.”
“Listen, Paris, I—” A cackle of laughter came from the left, and he took a step away, shoving the shredded material in his pocket. “Go. Nobody needs to see this.”
I thought I wanted to drown in him, but at that moment, the ice-cold water he threw was enough to fill my lungs until I sank below the surface and faded into the depths of despair. High heels clicking on the concrete got louder, and I quickly spun around and ran away.
I managed to keep my tears at bay while I found the wedding coordinator and told her I was leaving. She was shocked because I never left early, but I had to get out of here. The rest of the night was in her capable hands, and I took off without saying goodbye to anyone, then sped home, sniffling the entire drive.
It was a miracle I got to my apartment and managed to get the key in the lock. My eyes were heavy and burned, and every time I blinked, I was afraid I’d come undone.
My body slumped against the door as it swung open, and I almost collapsed but managed to stay upright. As soon as I flicked the light on, I was bombarded with cat meows, purrs, and rubs against my legs, which normally made me feel better. “Hello, babies. I missed you, too. I know, I’m sorry I was gone so long.”
I dropped my purse to the floor and slid down to my butt so I could give them some kisses, and that was when the tears fell. I loved my five cats more than was probably healthy. They were my children, my therapists, my joy, and the only living beings in the world that I trusted.
