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Pride soars through his vocal cords. “I don’t plan to.”

He makes good on his word, keeping pressure on my clit, working his fingers in small circles until I’m coming undone all over again.

Still riding the wave of my orgasm, I find the strength to reach over and press the recline lever on the chair, so he’s able to lay back with me on top of him, my chest pressed on his.

“How did I do?”

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to. Amazing. So amazing that I still think you’re lying. There’s no way you haven’t done that before. You’re too good at it for it to be your first time.”

“Who knows, maybe my hands were made for you.”

“I can live with that.” My gaze trails over his body, drinking him in from head to toe, paying extra attention to his waiting dick with pre-cum dripping from the tip. “I want to see if something else is made for me too.”

His dick does the talking for him, bobbing forward as soon as the words hang in the air.

“How do you want me?” he asks.

“Right where you are.” I line his shaft up to my center, dragging it back and forth, wetting it with my arousal.

“That feels so good,” he pants, eyes drawing closed for a moment.

“It does, but I’m just getting started.”

A few glides of his tip on my pussy more, I think I’ve teased us both for long enough.

I lower my mouth to his ear. “Are you ready?”

He nods, eager and ready.

“Good. I don’t know how it’ll feel for you, but you’re likely going to feel…”

“How wet you are?” he interrupts, breathily.

“Mhm. All because of you,” I hum, lowering myself onto him slowly, realizing barely an inch in that I need to ease into this, not only for his sake, but for mine, given that my walls need time to stretch and accommodate to his size.

“Am I hurting you?”

I roll my hips forward, finally able to take all of him in. “No. Not even close.”

The only sound made after that between the two of us is a collection of panted, heated breaths mixed with the audible sound of my arousal increasing by the second.

I continue to grind on him, maintaining a pace that I notice he likes. His dick stiffens, giving off a quick pulse, letting me know he’s close to finishing.

“You’re doing so good for me. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he whimpers, just as he brings the pad of his thumb to his mouth. The level of eye contact between the two of us is enough to have me unravel right here and now, especially as he extends his tongue onto the tip of his thumb. He licks it slowly before he brings it to my clit.

He matches the pace I’m fucking him and before I know it, a surge of warmth takes over my entire body as we come together. I don’t know if it’s because this is the first time I’ve actually cared about the person I’m fucking, but the intensity of my orgasm has me feeling lightheaded. I close my eyes for a moment to try to get it together and ride the wave of release, but the neon lights that have been dimly lit the entire time we’ve been in here begin to shine so brightly I feel its harsh rays through my closed lids. I can faintly hear something crackle in the distance. My heart rate elevates and a clammy sensation starts to spread to my palms.

“It’s okay,” Rennix whispers, taking my hand in his. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes and my worst nightmare unfolds before me.

Rennix is leaving me. Again. His body is becoming pixelated, like the rooms in each of the levels we’ve made it through, yet he remains unbothered. He’s smiling. Not sadistically or in a creepy ‘I’m about to kill you’ way. It’s sincere. Heartbreaking. The beginning of the end, and somehow even though I’ll be granted the closure I craved all these years, I don’t want it. I want him.

The exit sign hanging over what I know to be the final door starts flashing.

Unfazed, Rennix tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch is strong despite his hand going in and out of looking real. “Thank you.”