Wanton Desires
I saw stars behind my eyelids, my mouth open in a soundless wail of ecstasy and guilt.
For a long moment, there was only the pounding of my heart and the feel of him, spent and heavy, inside me.
He stayed there for a few seconds, catching his breath.
Then, after one more slow, erotic thrust, he pulled out.
I felt the empty ache, followed by the warm trickle of our combined fluids flowing down my used cunt.
Just then, Mark’s phone buzzed loudly and I jerked my head to him.
He cursed under his breath. “Damn it. I’m so sorry, Jen, Doctor. It’s work. The Millbury account—they’re having a crisis meeting now.” He sounded genuinely distressed. “I have to go. It’s the biggest client at the firm.”