Chapter 4: Lying To Myself

Dario

The woman hops on top of me, riding my dick as if she was churning butter. It’s been almost two months, and instead of seeing Serena again, I was now fucking some of her friends and hoping the word gets back to her. These sorority girls have no shame, and I love it.

I knew that I was deluding myself while doing this because the only woman I wanted hopping on my dick was Serena, not all these randoms who would so happily spread their legs for an attractive, rich guy.

My cell phone rings for the fourth time, and I see her name flash over the caller ID again. Why won’t she give up? She’s been calling since yesterday but doesn’t seem to get the picture. I throw my phone down and get up, turning the whore on top of me around so I can take her from behind. She moans out loud, and I slam deeper into her, wrapping her long red hair around my fist, and she cries out my name.

“Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth; then, as I cum, I grip her sides hard and breathe out a sigh of relief. W