“That’s it. You’re being such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Now come for me. Show me what this pussy can really do.”
His words are the final push that I need, and I go crashing over the edge.
Some kind of noise rips from my throat, although I can’t be sure exactly what it is.
Wave after wave of pleasure consumes my body as I ride out my orgasm, my grip on Everett's shoulders tightening. If he weren’t wearing a shirt, I’d have no doubt that I’d be drawing blood. I can’t help feeling a little disappointed that while he’s firmly leaving his mark on my body, I won’t be doing the same on his.
Tomorrow, I’ll just be another woman he’s used as a release after a game.
I should probably feel a little used, but honestly, right now, I can’t help but wonder if it’s actually the other way around.
He’s giving me exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he rasps once I’ve come down. “You’re gonna do that again, and then I’m gonna fill you up.”
He’s wearing a condom. His words are just words. But still, the thought of that barrier not being between us and me walking away from this exchange with his cum dripping from my pussy does things to me.
“Fuck, you liked that, didn’t you? Dirty little whore I’ve found here, huh?”
He circles his hips, and I almost lose my goddamn mind.
How is this man so good?
Practice, a little voice shouts, which I happily ignore.
“I’m taking all of the next one,” he tells me before slapping my hand away and pressing his thumb against my clit. “And I want to hear you screaming my name when you come. I want this entire fucking club to hear it. You got that?”
I nod frantically, already feeling my second orgasm building.
“Fuck, yeah. Good girl.”
His grip on my ass tightens until I have no doubt that I’ll find fingerprints bruised there in the morning. My head falls back, and I fully give myself to him.
“Eyes,” he demands.
Powerless to deny him, my gaze locks on his.
It feels too intimate for what we’re really doing here. But I can’t bring myself to care.
It’s only in the seconds before I fall that my eyes slam closed and I focus on nothing but sensation, and thankfully, he’s also too far gone to chastise me.
Anyone could walk out here and find us, and not only would I not know, but I also wouldn’t care.
Let them see. Hell, let them stand and watch.
“Everett,” I scream when the thought pushes me over the edge again.
My muscles lock around him, and not five seconds later does he groan out his release. His dick jerks inside me as his head drops to the crook of my neck, his hot breath racing over me, ensuring my entire body is covered in goose bumps.
That was…yeah.
Everett Donnelly has every reason to be an arrogant motherfucker.
The man is a fucking legend.
6
BEATRICE
