Page 33 of And Back

I can feel the pressure building inside me, a tidal wave of pleasure ready to crash over us. Virgilio's breaths come in ragged gasps, mirroring my own as we teeter on the brink together.

Finally, the wave crashes over us both at once. My orgasm hits me like a bolt of lightning, my body convulsing with pleasure. Virgilio's release follows immediately after; I feel his warmth filling me as he moans against my breast.

As the aftershocks of our orgasms ripple through us, I can feel his semen dripping out of me.

Virgilio doesn't pull out. Instead, he flips us so that I'm lying on the bed beneath him, his body pressing down on mine. His movements are fluid, almost seamless, as he starts thrusting into me again. Each motion is more intense than the last, driving me wild with sensation.

I moan loudly, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him deeper inside me. "Yes," I gasp out, "just like that."

His eyes lock onto mine. He grips my hips tightly, holding me in place as he thrusts harder and faster. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, but I don't want it to stop. I want to feel him for as long as I can because I know I'm leaving.

"More," I encourage breathlessly, my fingers digging into his back. "Don't stop."

He groans in response, his pace quickening. His breath is hot against my neck as he leans in closer, whispering words that send shivers down my spine.

"Come for me," he commands softly.

My body tenses and then shatters with pleasure as my orgasm crashes through me. I cry out his name, my nails raking across his back as I cling to him.

Virgilio follows right after; his release spills into me as he groans deeply against my neck.

Finally spent, he slumps against me and for a moment, we simply lie there together. But I can’t allow this to last much longer.

"Get off me, Virgilio"

Virgilio's eyes widen in shock, but he obeys. He rolls off me, and I immediately push myself up from the bed. My legs feel unsteady, but I force them to move as I start picking up my clothes scattered across the room. The silence between us is thick and suffocating.

I slip on my underwear and bra with hurried motions, my fingers fumbling with the clasps. Virgilio stands up and reaches for his trousers. The weight of his gaze is heavy on my back, but I refuse to look at him.

"I'm sorry," he says softly.

I don't answer him. Instead, I pull on my skirt and blouse, fastening each button with more force than necessary. I feel angry, betrayed, and a hollow sense of satisfaction.

As soon as I'm dressed, I make for the door. I can't stay here any longer; the room feels like it's closing in on me. But before I can reach the handle, Virgilio grabs my arm, pulling me back towards him.

"Don't leave like this," he pleads, his grip firm but not painful.

I turn to face him, my eyes blazing with anger. "How does it feel?" I ask sharply.

He looks confused. "What?"

"How does it feel," I repeat slowly, "to be used?"

The guilt in his eyes deepens, but he doesn't respond. He simply stares at me.

"I used you just like you used me," I continue, my voice cold and detached.

Without another word, I pull my arm free from his grasp.

I stare at Virgilio, my heart pounding in my chest. The pain and betrayal I feel are almost too much to bear. My voice trembles as I gather the strength to speak.

"I can't do this anymore," I say, my voice breaking. "This... us... it's over."

Virgilio's eyes widen in shock. "Zoe, please?—"

"No!" I cut him off, my voice rising with emotion. "You don't get to make this right with just words. You used me, manipulated me, and now you expect me to just forgive you?"

Tears blur my vision, but I refuse to let them fall. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

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