Page 89 of High Class

A half moan, half sob gets stuck in my throat at his tender words. It’s an acknowledgment of what he knows. That my work is important to me and he’s no longer asking me to give it up. Walking away from this man is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But I’m determined not to think about the goodbye that lies ahead of me and instead I focus on the pleasure that keeps building.

“Thatta girl,” he says, kissing my forehead as I melt deeper into the pillows.

“Luke,” I plead when he pulls the wand away right as I’m getting close.

“What’s the matter, Flower?”

The wand presses against me again and I arch my back as I hurdle toward the edge again. “Please, don’t stop,” I moan. “I need to come so bad.”

“Then come, Zara. I’m not stopping you.”

His words send me soaring, and I cry out as my entire body trembles with ecstasy. The vibrator stays where it is, and he pushes me over the brink again. I try to clench my thighs closed to dull the sensation of the toy, but he grips one thigh and forces it away from the other one.

“Take what I give you, Flower. I want you swelled and sore when I finally fuck you.”

Another orgasm slams into me, and I know he’s going to push me until I soak the towel beneath me. My pussy is tingling and pulsing against the vibrator, and I writhe against the mattress, gripping the sheets as I reach the point where one orgasm rolls into another and there’s no stopping them even if I wanted to.

“Ah, you’re so damn exquisite.”

“Please, Luke. Fuck me. I want you inside me.”

“Not yet. Soon.”

The next orgasm slams into me, and I squirt all over the towel. That I sometimes squirt used to be embarrassing, but I’ve done it twice with Luke now and both times I’ve experienced nothing but satisfaction.

My body is still feeling the aftershocks of the multiple orgasms when he tosses the vibrator aside and rolls off the mattress to shed his pants. Then he pulls me off the soaked towel and toward the end of the bed where he’s tossed a second one, and he kneels on the bench that sits at the foot of the giant bed.

Gripping my thighs, he spreads me wide and pulls me even closer to the edge until his cock is lined up with my opening. He grunts as he pushes into me, and I hiss as another aftershock tremors through me.

I grip the comforter, while he grips my legs, using me for leverage to gain momentum as he thrusts in and out of me.

“Hear me now, Zara,” he growls. “This may be a goodbye fuck, but it’s not goodbye forever. I’ll be right back here with my cock buried in your cunt again someday, and when I am, you’re never going to leave me again.”

Tears stream down my face at his words, and I long for them to be true, but I know they can’t be.

“No tears, lass. Just feel me.”

He fucks me harder, and my cries grow more frenzied as he slams into me so fast and hard, I think he might accidentally pull me off the bed.

I didn’t think another orgasm would be possible, but it’s right there threatening to break free and send me spiraling again as he continues his relentless pace.

“That’s it, Zara. Come all over my cock like the good little cock slut you are. I know you can give me one more. You’re such a good girl.”

“Come with me,” I cry. “I need you to come with me.”

He groans at my request, and his motions become frantic as he chases the release he needs. Then he stiffens and lets out a roar so loud I’m confident anyone in the hall can hear us. But I don’t care, because my own body is giving into the pleasure and it’s all I can focus on.

The final orgasm Luke Bowden gives me makes me squeal as it forces its way through my body like an electrical current, looking for a place to escape.

I think I’m crying when he scoops me up a few minutes later and carries me to the shower where he insists on washing every inch of me, including my hair, which makes me cry again as I think of the first time he washed it.

“Shhh. Don’t weep for me, Zara. It breaks my heart. You don’t have to go, but I’m not going to beg you to stay. Not like this. Just let me take care of you one more time.”

He pushes me gently back under the spray so he can get all the soap out of my hair, and I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest.

“I’m sorry I can’t stay,” I whisper when he shuts the water off a few minutes later.

He kisses me tenderly before he grabs towels for both of us. “It will be OK. You’ll be back.”

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