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Maddox humped me, thrusting, and I rocked my hips
against his in unison, finding a rhythm between us. I
imagined he really was fucking me. No clothes, no barrier
between us, and our bare bodies pressed together in the
most intimate way two human beings could be together.
The image of us fucking was so decadently sinful and
filthy. My calves tightened, and my whole body clenched as
I climbed up and up toward my release.
I rubbed myself faster before sliding my thumb over my
clit and pinching it. My vision blurred, and my whole
spasmed as I choked back a gasp before biting on my lip.
Wetness pooled between my thighs, coating my fingers and
panties with my shameful release. Wet and sticky, I
continued to rub myself in leisure strokes, feeling the little
twitches of my pussy after my orgasm.
Maddox thrust hard, and I gasped before a moan spilled
past my lips. He tensed above me, and his hips stilled, his
head thrown back with a low, deep grunt. Warmth spread
through his jeans, and I could feel it through my shorts. He
just came.
Maddox’s eyes pierced me for a second and then he
slumped over my body.
The moment was gone, and I was instantly filled with
shame and immense guilt. My stomach twisted, bile coating
every inch of my mouth.
What have I done?
There was absolutely no excuse. Maddox had been
drunk, and I took advantage of the situation for my own
pleasure. He probably wasn’t going to remember this
tomorrow morning…
But what if… he did?
My heart thudded in my chest, and I swallowed back a
sob. I removed my hand from my panties, the stickiness on
my fingers a harsh reminder of our actions. I stretched my
arm out and kept the hand I pleasured myself with far away
from us.