sometimes I want to shove my tits in his mouth just to shut him up.
“Harder, baby,” I egg him on, hoping to shut him up. I know he enjoys a good challenge and thankfully, that does it. He pulls out instantly and grabs me under my armpits. He lifts me up, carrying me to the nearest wall, nearly dropping me along the way. All the drunk maneuvering is starting to make me snicker. I can’t help but laugh at the situation I’m in. This is going to be my life. This sloppy sex is going to be my forever pleasure.
He attempts to slide back inside, while I wrap my wobbly legs around his waist. Both drunk off our asses, we’re attempting to lock lips when we begin laughing.
“Having a hard time making up your mind here tonight?” I comment through a grin.
“I don’t know which way I want you, you hot piece of ass.” He slaps my butt cheeks and we both laugh again.
I sigh in drunken resolve just as he gets it together to enter me and off we go again.
We’re going at it against the wall and I watch the sweat begin to form on Brent’s forehead while he moans like a maniac. Attractive, right? If only he didn’t sound like an animal in heat. I do my best to tune out the bad and focus on the good, and that’s me ending up with an orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Brent groans through his teeth, quickening his pace. I’m already there so the timing’s perfect. I’m just about to fall over the edge when the knocking begins on the door.
“Mr. Dickson?” We hear Helena, the housekeeper, calling from the other side of the door.
“Get the fuck outta here, Helena!” Brent yells and picks up his pace.
“Can’t she hear we’re busy?” I ask, laughing into his mouth. I mean who can’t hear Brent’s howling? The knocking sounds again, causing Brent to slow in his sprint to the goal line.
“Helena, we are fucking busy. Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow.” Brent begins to suck on my neck.
“Fucking hurry, before I—” I’m at the peak of my orgasm and I’m not sure my precious ears will make it another round.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Dickson, but there is an Officer Belmont on the phone from Oregon. He says he needs to speak to Ms. Daniels immediately.”
What?
I stop all movement.
Oregon.
I haven’t spoken of that place in years. The only reason anyone would be calling from there is . . .
My sister.
I grab at Brent’s shoulders and stop him from moving.
“What? What the fuck, don’t stop. She’ll go away.”
I push again. “No, no. Stop. Put me down.” I struggle to get out of his grip.
“Why, what the fuck? Just ignore it. I’m almost there.”
I break free and drop my legs to the floor. Pushing away from the wall, I grab at my silk robe hanging from the bedpost and open the door to Helena, who looks very embarrassed, knowing what she was interrupting; also Brent is standing behind me fully nude and still hard.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Daniels, but he insisted on speaking with you. He said he has been calling all night.”
All night? I never recharged my phone after it died last night during my party.
“Thank you, Helena. It’s okay. I’ll take the call in the office.”
“Yes, miss.” She moves aside for me to sprint down the hallway into the office. I see the phone line lit up, as it is when there’s a call holding. I grab the receiver, noticing my hands are shaking. Why is someone from Oregon calling me? I look at the time. It’s currently just past midnight.
I pick up the receiver. “Hello?”
“Is this Chrissy Daniels?” The stranger addresses me by the shortened nickname from my youth.
“Yes, this is Christina Daniels. How can I help you?”
“Ms. Daniels, I’m Officer Belmont from the Ashford Police Department. I’m sorry to be calling you at such a late hour, but there has been an accident. . . .”
“O FFICER BELMONT FROM OREGON , ” I snap. “I suggest you get your facts in order before you go calling the wrong people in the middle of the night
“Harder, baby,” I egg him on, hoping to shut him up. I know he enjoys a good challenge and thankfully, that does it. He pulls out instantly and grabs me under my armpits. He lifts me up, carrying me to the nearest wall, nearly dropping me along the way. All the drunk maneuvering is starting to make me snicker. I can’t help but laugh at the situation I’m in. This is going to be my life. This sloppy sex is going to be my forever pleasure.
He attempts to slide back inside, while I wrap my wobbly legs around his waist. Both drunk off our asses, we’re attempting to lock lips when we begin laughing.
“Having a hard time making up your mind here tonight?” I comment through a grin.
“I don’t know which way I want you, you hot piece of ass.” He slaps my butt cheeks and we both laugh again.
I sigh in drunken resolve just as he gets it together to enter me and off we go again.
We’re going at it against the wall and I watch the sweat begin to form on Brent’s forehead while he moans like a maniac. Attractive, right? If only he didn’t sound like an animal in heat. I do my best to tune out the bad and focus on the good, and that’s me ending up with an orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Brent groans through his teeth, quickening his pace. I’m already there so the timing’s perfect. I’m just about to fall over the edge when the knocking begins on the door.
“Mr. Dickson?” We hear Helena, the housekeeper, calling from the other side of the door.
“Get the fuck outta here, Helena!” Brent yells and picks up his pace.
“Can’t she hear we’re busy?” I ask, laughing into his mouth. I mean who can’t hear Brent’s howling? The knocking sounds again, causing Brent to slow in his sprint to the goal line.
“Helena, we are fucking busy. Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow.” Brent begins to suck on my neck.
“Fucking hurry, before I—” I’m at the peak of my orgasm and I’m not sure my precious ears will make it another round.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Dickson, but there is an Officer Belmont on the phone from Oregon. He says he needs to speak to Ms. Daniels immediately.”
What?
I stop all movement.
Oregon.
I haven’t spoken of that place in years. The only reason anyone would be calling from there is . . .
My sister.
I grab at Brent’s shoulders and stop him from moving.
“What? What the fuck, don’t stop. She’ll go away.”
I push again. “No, no. Stop. Put me down.” I struggle to get out of his grip.
“Why, what the fuck? Just ignore it. I’m almost there.”
I break free and drop my legs to the floor. Pushing away from the wall, I grab at my silk robe hanging from the bedpost and open the door to Helena, who looks very embarrassed, knowing what she was interrupting; also Brent is standing behind me fully nude and still hard.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Daniels, but he insisted on speaking with you. He said he has been calling all night.”
All night? I never recharged my phone after it died last night during my party.
“Thank you, Helena. It’s okay. I’ll take the call in the office.”
“Yes, miss.” She moves aside for me to sprint down the hallway into the office. I see the phone line lit up, as it is when there’s a call holding. I grab the receiver, noticing my hands are shaking. Why is someone from Oregon calling me? I look at the time. It’s currently just past midnight.
I pick up the receiver. “Hello?”
“Is this Chrissy Daniels?” The stranger addresses me by the shortened nickname from my youth.
“Yes, this is Christina Daniels. How can I help you?”
“Ms. Daniels, I’m Officer Belmont from the Ashford Police Department. I’m sorry to be calling you at such a late hour, but there has been an accident. . . .”
“O FFICER BELMONT FROM OREGON , ” I snap. “I suggest you get your facts in order before you go calling the wrong people in the middle of the night
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