Page 123 of Sinister Legacy
What I let her do to me.
As for now, I’m too far gone to care about anything but the way she slides her hand out from beneath my top, slaps my soaking pussy, and presses down on my throbbing clit. I come apart, climaxing so hard that I collapse forward on the bed.
She continues to thrust inside me, her eyes riveted on the spot where she enters my pulsing cunt.
Only when I begin to laugh does she slide out and collapse beside me on the bed. The strap-on is still on. Thick, pink, and glistening with my cum against her sweater.
“When did you put that on?” I ask, rolling over onto my back.
She’s laughing now, too. “Just before I joined you in here. Remember, I went to use the bathroom?”
“You’re fucking crazy.” I’m still laughing, my pussy on full display.
“It was worth it. I got to fuck you, something I’ve fantasized about for a long time.”
My laughter slowly dies in my throat, and I close my legs. “Why?”
“I don’t know.” Madison shrugs, leaning over me and collecting my jeans off the floor. She hands them to me and flops back down. “There’s something about you.”
Sliding the jeans back on, I stay silent. Reality is sinking back in. I let my friend fuck me just now.
And I liked it.
“I won’t tell King.”
I swallow, and she notices, reaching for my hand. “I know you’re not into girls.”
“And you are?”
“I’m into you, Keira. I really liked fucking you. Straight girls don’t get off on fucking other girls.”
“But you got off on fucking me?”
“Very much.”
“But you didn’t come.”
“It doesn’t matter… I’d do it again in a heartbeat if you let me.”
Why am I so tempted by that thought?
I roll over onto my front and slide my arms beneath my pillow. Madison removes the dildo and hides it inside the bedside table before mirroring me. We stare at each other.
“Are you in love with me?” I ask her.
“Would it make a difference? You’re with King.”
“I betrayed King just now.”
“He won’t find out.”
I search her face, seeing her in a new light. Madison looks at me with a small smile, her long lashes brushing her cheeks every time she blinks.
“Go to sleep,” she whispers. “You’re tired.”
Even though it’s only early afternoon, I drift away into peaceful calm, vaguely aware of Madison’s soothing touch on my forehead, my nose, my lips.
I’m on the phone when Riveiro bursts into my office. Her eyes are wide and urgent, so I hang up and drop my feet from the messy desk littered with paperwork, empty coffee cups, and family photographs.
