Page 60 of Condemned


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He extended his arm to a box on the coffee table that held condoms. As he put one on, I kissed his neck and winked at the camera phone. Once the condom was fully on, I lifted my hips and sat on his cock. He slid in easily, and I took a moment to adjust before I started to move my hips up and down gradually while he sat back and enjoyed. Letting Hamilton watch my body move as I put on a show, my hands fall down my face to my neck, then over my breasts slowly and stopped at my navel.

My eyesight went to the phone, and a light smile crossed my face as it was strategically placed in the perfect position, exposing me in full view. Placing one hand on Hamilton’s bare chest, I glide the other down to myclit and begin to touch myself as I start to pick up the pace leaning slightly back so that my phone catches the entire view. Hamilton was panting, and he muffled it by shoving one of my breasts in his mouth. The tension in all my weak places started building. Beginning to moan, I was being louder than I normally am. Just thinking about my voice ringing in Emilio’s ear turned me on.

Forgetting completely about satisfying Hamilton, it caught me by surprise when he pushed me back onto the coffee table in front of him and got onto his knees, thrusting into me as he pushed my legs over my head. Emilio had me in this position plenty of times, so I had to make it sound like I was enjoying it more with Hamilton. Although he was not bad, I couldn’t stop thinking of Emilio. Anytime I closed my eyes, his face popped into my mind, so I kept them open and focused on Hamilton and the phone.

Hamilton came and held onto my legs as he caught his breath. He noticed I hadn’t orgasmed, so when he pulled out, his fingers went inside me, making a particular motion that instantly sent me over the edge, but what I didn’t expect was for me to squirt all over his chest. I screamed in pleasure as Hamilton’s chest got soaked. My body tensed while feeling the multiple orgasms overtake me. I lay limp on the table as a happy Hamilton looked down at me.

“That was good,” I commented.

Hamilton smiled, “We should do this more often.”

“Anytime you want it.”

I get off the table as he lifts his trunks back up. Quickly reaching for the phone, I hit stop on the record button. It was automatically saved to his phone, and I couldn’t hold back the evil smile. I wanted Emilio to know how easily he could be forgotten.

“Let’s head back to the party?” Hamilton suggests. “My friends are probably looking for me.”

“Sure,” I reply as I reach for my bottoms. “I need to head out anyway. Can’t miss the show.”

“What show?” he asked curiously.

“Every year, my brother hires pyrotechniciansto put on a firework show while we take one of our boats out onto the river to watch.”

“I’ve heard of it. It’s Chicago’s highlight.”

“That it is. I’m sure you’ll be able to see it from the rooftop.”

“Or I can come with you.”

Surprised by his eagerness, “Why?”

“Meeting Luca DeCarlo is a big deal.”

“Mhmm,” I place my hand on my hip.

“Fucking his sister is another,” Hamilton shot a smile to redeem himself.

“Unfortunately, it’s family only.”

He crossed his arms against his bare chest, not believing me. “Embarrassed of me?”

“No,” I walk over to him, “But if you come, then he will think we are dating, and let’s just say not many people have been able to handle Luca.”

“I’m not ‘many people,’” he shrugged, “I’m a stand-up guy. I can play along.”

I laugh, turning him around, “Let’s get back to the party.”

“You can introduce me as your boyfriend.”

Raising my brows, “You don’t want to open that can of worms.”

“Look, my father wants me to marry one of these Stepford wives’ type of chicks. But if I tell him you and I are hanging out, it will get him off my back. I’m sure you don’t have that issue, but being the son of a powerful politician – who I am with is a big deal.”

I did know how it felt, but I wasn’t going to get into that. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, and it’ll kill a few birds with one stone. Luca would be impressed; my mother and sisters would get off my back, and Emilio would see how it felt dangling someone else in front of him.

“Go put on a shirt. We have a boat to catch.”

Chapter 30