Page 33 of Severance

Pulling up to the motel, I park a few spots away from our door. Dahlia slips out of the car as soon as I kill the engine and she hops onto the sidewalk. She pauses, waiting for me, but energy radiates from her body. The euphoria still courses through her veins and she’s struggling to channel it.

I follow behind her and she waits as I slide the plastic card into the door and unlock it. Stepping inside, she immediately begins to strip as she walks to the bathroom.

Standing in place, I watch as she lifts her shirt up and throws it onto the floor. Sliding her hands down the sides of her hips, she pushes down her shorts and steps out of them as they fall to the floor around her feet.

Her honey-colored curls brush against the top of her ass as she sashays into the bathroom. Her hips sway from left to right with each step and my cock grows in my pants as she taunts me with her delicately sculpted body.

Bending over, she hides nothing as I catch a glimpse of her pussy as she turns on the faucet. Pulling back the curtain, she looks back at me with a heated gaze and a wicked smile.

“I’ll be in the shower if you need me…” Her voice trails off as she steps inside, closing the curtain behind her.

I don’t waste another second, regardless of how pathetic it may seem.

I need her.

Stripping out of my own clothes, I leave them in a pile on the floor as I head into the bathroom after her. Drawing back the shower curtain, I step inside, into the steam and stop in front of her.

With her head tilted back, the hot water cascades down her hair as she rinses out the shampoo. Her eyes are closed and a smile plays on her lips as the water slides down the front of her torso. Arching her back, she tips her head back even farther and pushes out her chest. Her tits are full and perky and her nipples are hard, begging to be teased.

Stepping into the steady stream of water, I don’t stop until our bodies are flush against each other. Dahlia lifts her head upright and brushes the water from her eyes as her bright green irises take me in. My cock throbs against her slick, wet skin as she wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her tits into me.

“I knew you’d come,” she murmurs as she presses her body harder into mine.

The blood on her hands is like cocaine in her bloodstream.

She’s riding out her high and she dances on the edge of insanity.

Soon, she’ll be riding my cock and I’m going to fuck her until the world around us disappears.

Dropping my face beside hers, I drag my lips along the side of her neck and nip her ear lobe. “No,bambolina,” I breathe against her skin. “I didn’t come yet, but we’re both going to soon.”

Slowly sliding my hands down her slick body with ease, my fingertips graze every inch of her skin. Droplets of water trail down her breasts and drip from her swollen nipples. My hands find her hips and I pull her flush up against me.

As I claim her lips with mine, Dahlia moansinto my mouth as our tongues meet in a bruising kiss. Using her hips to guide us, I spin her around in a rush and roughly push her up against the wall. My hands fall to the back of her thighs and I lift her off her feet as I cup her ass.

Wrapping her legs around my waist, my cock throbs as I slide deep inside her, fitting like the missing piece of a puzzle. We have no need for any words between us; our bodies speak their own language as our souls melt into one another.

With every thrust, I take everything she has to give and she gives it all to me, willingly. We dance precariously on the edge of ecstasy until we both fall together, entangled in our heart’s possessions.

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Abandoning our towels, we crawl into bed together naked and get tangled up in each other.

“I need to call Anthony,” I murmur into her hair.

“He’s next?” she asks quietly.

Sighing deeply, I nod. “It’s time.” Leaning over, I grab the phone and quickly dial his number. The phone rings three times before he finally picks up.

“What do you want?” Anthony’s deep voice sounds through the speaker of the phone

“We need to talk,” I tell him, cutting out the bullshit. “In person.”

Anthony is silent for a few moments before his voice breaks through. “My office, 6 PM tomorrow.”

Without another word, he abruptly ends the call and I drop the phone back down onto the nightstand.

“He agreed to meet?” Dahlia asks as she absentmindedly traces circles on my chest.

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