Page 1 of Irredeemable

Sammie

Iamnotagood person. There is something fundamentally wrong with me. I could blame it on my father, an immoral man who spawned half-siblings across the country while my mother dutifully waited at home. I could say that I, perhaps, am young and haven’t fully matured enough to understand the gravity of my actions. But in all honesty, Ienjoyit. I enjoy having men choose me over their partners. It’s empowering, a thrill, afuckinghigh.

And it's fun because men are such simple creatures. So easily led by their dicks, I barely have time to play before I snatch them up.

Some would say the worst part is that I don’t even warn the women they cheated on. Why should I? They’re the ones who stupidly got into a relationship with a man. That’s a choice one should not make. Men don’t understand the complexity, nor do they have the capacity to love someone and remain faithful.

A persistent knocking breaks through my thoughts, and I blink, looking down at the tan, muscular chest underneath my manicured red nails. His hands dig into my hips as he pumps into me from below. I’m a little stunned that I’m still going through the motions of riding his cock while I zoned out.

“Zach?” A soft voice calls through the closed door.

He freezes under me. I push up, straighten myself on his lap, and straddle him more fully. “I thought you said your wife doesn’t visit you on set?”

His blue eyes widen, but he didn’t move to take me off his hard dick. “She usually doesn’t.”

I scoff. “Well? Do you want to go answer her? I can hide in the bathroom.”

His gaze flicks between us and the door; it isn’t a long distance within the small trailer. Zach shakes his head, guiding my hips to start moving again.

My pussy clenches, and I smirk. He actually has a semi-impressive dick, he just isn’t doing much with it. But the adrenaline of almost getting caught and him not running to intercept his wife has me hornier than the week before my period.

I grind down on him, rubbing my clit against his pelvis as I slide up and down his length. When another knock sounds, I groan softly. I didn’t particularly want to get caught and deal with the drama that usually ensued. His cock twitches inside me, and I lean back down onto his chest.

“Does it get you all hot that you’re fucking someone else while your wife waits patiently on the other side?” I whisper.

His eyebrows furrow, and his fingers dig harder into my flesh. He plants his feet onto the mattress and thrusts deeper into me. I bite down to stop the moans threatening to spill, his thick cock really does stretch me well. I am almost tempted to do this again.

“I– no, it’s the fact I’m fucking you after months of teasing,” he says, a drop of sweat rolling down his face.

“Oh god,” I gasp, clamping down on his dick as I come. It isn’t anything earth-shattering, but enough to please me.

“Yeah?” I breathe heavily as I feel his cock start to swell. “You going to come inside me, Zach? Have you imagined it was me when you go home and fuck your wife?”

“FUCK!” he grunts out loudly, and I slap a hand over his mouth. He throbs with each pulse of his cum, filling the condom. Sometimes, I wish I could experience what a bare cock felt like inside me, but I was never going to chance it with the kind of men I fucked.

I roll off him as he’s still panting, his arm thrown over his eyes. Grabbing my shorts and tank top on my way to the bathroom, I pee and wipe quickly as I jiggle my ass back into the tight outfit. I really should have brought a comfortable change of clothes.

Zach sits up as I exit the small room, fixing my ponytail so there isn’t a hair out of place.

“Where are you going, babe?”

I can’t withhold the physical flinch at the use of the nickname. Sending him a withering glare, I pick up my phone. “Packing up my trailer and then heading home.”

He quickly jumps off the bed, wrapping the sheet around his waist. “Wait, what? Since when are you leaving?”

Shrugging, I text my assigned assistant without looking at the distraught man before me. “What does it matter?”

“Because— I thought I would have some time to enjoy the two of us before having to start the divorce.”

I frown, shoving my phone into my back pocket and crossing my arms. My tank top struggles to contain my breasts. “Why would you file for divorce?”

Zach stares at me silently in confusion. His shoulders slump as he sits at the edge of the bed. “Because we’re together now?”

His disheartened tone makes me want to laugh, but I keep my face impassive as I raise an eyebrow. “We fucked, Zach. That’s it. We got some pleasure out of it, and now we move on. You go back to your boring wife, maybe pop out a kid or two to reassure her you love her, and I go home and forget about this in a couple of weeks.”

His mouth opens, his face paling as the reality of the situation sinks in. “I… thought-”

Rolling my eyes, I bend over, balancing on one foot as I put on my sneakers. “I know what you thought. Didn't I warn you to not fall in love with me?”

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