I watch her tits move, as she bounces up and down on my cock, and she looks fucking stunning. She falls forward as she’s consumed with another orgasm, and digs her nails into my chest. I hope it leaves a mark, so I can always remember her this way.
Lifting her off me, I turn her over to her stomach and grab her hips, while slamming back inside her, groaning in between thrusts.
“Fucking.”Thrust.“Perfect.”Thrust.“Girl.”
Like the early morning hours, I come sooner than I’d like to, as I remind myself repeatedly how this has to be.
One night only, Linc. We can’t be more than this.
CHAPTER 9
ELLA
Iwatch him as he gets dressed, and dread what’s to come.
“After you get your clothes on, my driver will take you home. I have a bag for you to put the toys in, so you can take them home.”
I shake my head.
“No, thank you. I don’t want them.”
I put clean panties on, along with a bra, get my dress from the floor, and slip it on.
“Why? They’re clean. I washed them for you.”
I look straight into the camera and say, “Maybe you want memories of tonight, but I don’t. That’s why I haven’t asked for a copy of any pictures, or the video. I don’t want to remember, I want to forget.”
His face flashes with pain, as he walks to me angrily.
“Did I not make you feel good? Did I disappointyou?”
I release a long sigh.
“No, Sir. It was perfect, which is why I hope more than anything to forget it. Remembering you will be torture. We said no drama, so I’m going to go. Thank you for a wonderful night.”
He kisses me softly, as I press my hand to his face.
“I don’t know why you’re like this,Lincoln, but you don’t have to be. It’s a choice. You deserve so much more than one night.”
I undo the necklace and then the bracelet, then remove the earrings, and set them in his hand.
“Goodbye, Sir. Merry Christmas.”
To be continued…
