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With a shaky hand, I let go, my balls and cock aching for release. I righted myself, going to my knees once more, which made the toy shoved in my ass bottom out completely. Letting out a slow breath, I carefully bent over in the slightest motion, rocking my hips against it, grabbing my slick cock with my free hand. With every thrust into my warm, wet hands, the dildo slid out of me just a hair. Back and forth, I built a slow, torturous rhythm.

In my brain, I imagined it was him.

Bending me over his desk, fucking me because once again I washisdirty little whore.

I needed to be punished by him, I needed to begood.

I came with a force that was unexpected, but welcome. I closed my eyes as I rode the wave of my orgasm, my insides contracting around the foreign invader as I continued the onslaught of my release, my stomach muscles and abs contracting with each pulse. For a moment, I felt like anything was possible.

With my eyes closed, I could pretend it was him fucking me into oblivion, wrapping those long arms and legs around me.

Holding me as he unloaded himself inside me, making me his.

But when I opened my eyes to see I’d cum not just all over myself, but on the bed, the incessant ringing of tips and comments, I felt a deeper ache than anything else I’d ever felt.

Because as good as I felt—and I feltamazing—I felt a wave of guilt that what I desired. What I wanted more than anything would never come to fruition. I feltguilty.Not just about what I’d done, but about who I was.

I wanted more than the emptiness I felt at that moment.

All the comments and the tips in the world would never feel as good as his kiss.

As his touch.

Nothing.

And so I wiped my sticky, cum-filled hand on my leg, dismounted my silicone friend, and turned off the camera. Tears threatened to break free, but I bit my tongue, stifling them down.

I’d just cleaned up my space when I saw the comments still flooding in on my phone. I almost pushed the thing away, but I didn’t. Because one notification stood out among the rest.

A text message.

Are you busy Friday night?

Naked, I stood there, staring at a text message for the second time that day, only this one was more chilling, more frightening than a brunch invite.

Because every bone in my body wanted to sayyes.

For you, I could be free even during an apocalypse.

I answered with a cool,Yeah. Why, you want a rematch at that air hockey game?

Best to sound nonchalant. I wouldn’t want Sunday Best to get the wrong idea and think I’m just waiting on pins and needles for his call.

Even though that’s exactly what I’d been doing.

Tempting, but... my brother and some of his friends and I are going to check out some clubs for the Bachelor party location. Was wondering if you wanted to be my plus one?

I knew better than most that the arcade wasn’t actually a date, despite how much it felt like it was. It was just hanging out.

But this, deliberately asking me to join him and his family, a group of his friends, clubbing...

Friends are a big deal. It most certainly felt like a date.

I knew I should put an end to what was happening between us, what was happening to me, because every time I wound up around the man, I got soft. My walls started to crumble, and I dared to dream, to hope maybe this time could be different, even though I knew it wouldn’t’ be. That was, if I told him the truth.

But I was a fool for Mr. Riley Evans, it seemed. And I didn’t want to do the right thing.

I wanted to do very, very bad things. To him...

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