Page 180 of Catfish

I begin to pull out, but she reaches around and pulls me to her, riding my cock on her own accord as her ass hits my torso.

I watch my cock disappear in and out of her, trying to hold on a moment longer as she swallows my cock with her tight cunt.

“Look at me,” she commands. Tipping my chin up to meet her, I’ve never seen anything more alluring and beautiful in my life. Her jaw is slack as she drives me into her after she just came, wanting more already. “I want to see you fall apart while I fuck you.”

I’m done.

I come through labored breaths and the glint in Reagan’s eyes. My body shakes in tandem as I literally crumble and break.

She did it.

Reagan is the thing I fear the most in this world.

My demise.

? Slow Hands — Niall Horan ?

Rolling over to cool sheets, I know he’s gone. Left me sleeping while he went back home or to the office—whatever it is he does after a night full of sex.

And it was abundant, amazing sex.

After the first time, we both weren't sated or anywhere near done with each other. My bossy ass wanted to control him like he did me, so I flattened him on his back and rode him like I always dreamt in my head.

He liked that—a lot.

I couldn’t get him to stop groping and leaning up to kiss me while attempting to flip me over so he could have the upper hand.

It was torture. Blissful and incredible to the point where I was so mind blown that he wasn't fucking everything with a pulse and a pussy. His uptight demeanor was the front I always believed that it was, and I broke it—right in fucking half.

And I’m proud as hell about it.

Cracking my eyelids open, my room is dimly lit from the sun trying to pierce through my curtains. My body feels fantastic in all the right places that nothing about this day could mess it up for me.

I reach for my phone, realizing that I left it in the front room, only to find a plate full of blueberry pancakes, bacon, ham, and a donut with sprinkles.

And a note.

Thought you’d be hungry like you always are, so I ordered you something before I left.

Enjoy it like you did last night.

— G

Smart. Fucking. Ass.

The smile on my face, won’t wipe it off even though I know I should. I’ve warned myself about this predicament a million times.

Politicians and me, we don't mesh well. I don't like this world, nor do I want to play the part of the doting girlfriend of one while having to watch what I wear, where I go, and who my friends are—hard pass.

But I can’t surpass the feelings, the way he looks at me like he could devour every inch of my body and come back for more at any given time.

He did come back for more.

Four fucking times last night until I told him I couldn’t do another round and that I was too old to be doing this shit.

Another thing he loved about last night. I think I may have created a damn monster.

Nothing was awkward afterwards, he pulled me into his chest, kissed my temple, and told me to sleep with his head resting above mine on my pillow.

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