Page 41 of David's Love

Back pressed into my chair, my pants open, my dick standing at attention, my grip hard on my flesh, I lower my eyelids and smile, heaving, lustful, ready to break this woman when I get her here and show her what real pleasure is.

We both come, her moans woven with my grunts, the pleasure amplified by the distance and forbidden nature of our acts, our desire impossible to quench.

And just as we fall over, the screen goes black, and I get a random message telling me my time is up.

"Fuck this,” I say, laughing, tilting my head back, my hand wet from my release.

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ELIZABETH

Clipped,heavy breaths fall from my mouth as I collapse on the bed with my eyes closed and a smile on my lips.

What has gotten into me?

That was… amazing?

I never thought we could get so worked up.

I was tired, stressed out, and almost in no mood for sex. Especially the virtual variety.

It pissed me off that we had to do it like that, and even that didn’t come easily.

And then I thought we’d end up talking about stuff, and I was afraid I might blow it.

There were a few awkward moments, and that stupid question about him liking Colorado made him look at me suspiciously.

At that moment, I knew something was off. He looked at me with inquiring curiosity. There was no way I could explain that question to him.

It came out of nowhere and seemed irrelevant in the context, but not if it was a different setup.

Something must’ve clued him in that I didn’t ask him that for no reason.

But somehow, we found our way out of that thicket of uneasiness and marched toward those sweet moments of physical pleasure.

I don’t know why the screen went blank in the end. I have zero energy to dig into that.

My eyes slide to the time.

It’s late anyway.

I stretch my legs under the sheets, grinning happily, when an unexpected noise pushes a dagger of concern through my chest.

What the hell was that?

I push upright, and just as fast, I roll off the bed with my heart beating in my mouth. Crunched over, I tip my gaze up.

A dark shadow zips past my window outside. The blinds are down, the sliver of light highlighting a tall, slender man wearing a hoodie.

Oh, fuck.

My first thought goes to the main door.

It’s locked, isn’t it? Yes, it must be locked. I remember locking it when Chloe left.

Crawling across the floor, I reach the closet but not without glancing over my shoulder and paying attention to every sound in the house.

What the hell was that?

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