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His words play back in my mind, suddenly making a lot more sense.
He doesn't push farther down, but he does push to the same place in my throat over and over. Each time he slides out, the relief is overwhelming, only to have him thrust back in. The up and down emotional roller coaster does strange things to my brain.
“You say it’s your first time, but look at you taking my cock like a dirty little slut.”
Okay. And now my brain is officially misfiring.
I should not be tilting my head back when he thrusts to remove some of the resistance.
I should not be lifting my butt off my heels in order to force him to slide down farther.
I should not be moaning in pleasure at being called a slut.
But I am.
Oh god, am I.
“That’s what you like, huh? Well, you came to the right place, didn’t you?”
He pushes in farther than before and my eyes go wide at the sensation of him breaching my body. My hands are balled up in tight fists and pounding against my thighs, splatting over and over in the pools of my own tears.
He pulls back out, and I suck in a breath.
“Greedy, dirty little whore.”
Yup.
I squeeze my eyes closed as he pushes back inside, farther than ever.
It’s too much.
I’m just about to pull my body back and retreat to the safety of the bar when he pulls out.
My eyes pop open just in time to see him fist himself and pump his cock as he groans, shooting his hot cum onto my chest. The thick, ropey liquid drips down my breasts and coats my nipples.
I look up and find him watching me.
“I bet you were hoping to get that in your mouth, huh?”
The answer is no, but I say nothing.
“Go clean yourself up.”
I gratefully push myself to my feet and hurry to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I’m worried I look like an absolute mess after that little scene, and I’m not wrong.
My makeup is smeared everywhere and my hair falls to my shoulders in messy bunches, my usual part barely visible in the disarray.
I turn on the faucet and quickly wet one of the towels, cleaning off my chest and wiping my armpits out, too. Just for good measure.
I take the makeup towel and do the best job I can cleaning up my smeared mascara and lipstick, shaking my head and laughing silently to myself. I so badly wish I had my purse in here so I could have popped a selfie before cleaning myself up.
A souvenir of this night.
I’m just running my wet fingers through my lost cause of a hairdo when the bathroom door opens.
“You forgot to lock the door.”
Ben walks in, naked and glorious with his arms crossed over his chest. With him reflected behind me, it’s impossible to miss the giant erection he’s still sporting.
