...RILEY... ****** The sudden, sharp rap-rap-rap on the suite door hit me like a bucket of ice water. My entire body seized, my hips freezing mid-air, my desperate moans choking off into a strangled gasp. Fuck. Fuck, someone’s here. Soren moved with a terrifying, practiced calm. In one fluid motion, he was on his feet, pulling my dress down over my trembling legs. He swiped the back of his hand over his glistening mouth as a woman’s voice, polite and muffled, came through the door. “Just checking in, the feature has ended. Can I get you anything else this evening?” “No, thank you. We’re just leaving,” he called back, his voice perfectly even, betraying nothing of the filthy, world-shattering act he’d just been performing. He didn’t even sound out of breath. He looked down at me, sprawled and disheveled on the couch, my face flushed, my pussy still throbbing and empty. A slow, wicked smirk touched his lips. He leaned down, whispering. “Get up, Riley. We’re not done.” My leg
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