Page 130 of Mr. Always
Her body clenches wildly around me as she orgasms, drenching my cock with her release. I follow her over the edge, finally allowing myself to give in to my pleasure now that she has. I fill her to the brim before I pull out, smacking her ass once more.
She groans before she stands.
I smirk as I help her stand, noting the way she rubs her legs together.
“What? You having a problem?” I ask her.
“Asshole. You’re leaking down my legs, and I’m not wearing panties.”
“I know. I love knowing you not only smell like me, but if anyone were to pay attention, they’d see the proof of what we did trailing down your legs.” I pull her in, kissing her softly.
“Fuck, don’t say that. I’m still horny.”
That’s when we hear it. The steps down the hall.
“Fuck,” she mutters.
I smile, fixing her dress, then her hair. I pull up my pants before straightening myself out.
Then we step out the door and walk down the hall. The security officer stops when he sees us in the dark.
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” he calls out.
“It’s me, Frank. With Iris. We were taking a stroll down memory lane,” I call out to him.
He chuckles. “I should have known. You here for the party downstairs?”
We stop in front of him. “Yep. Brantley and Chloe got married. Did you hear?”
Iris is fidgeting next to me, but I focus on the man in front of me.
“I did. I’m glad to hear it. Well, you two better get back before the party gets shut down. I’ll be on my way.”
“Thanks, Frank. We will see you soon,” I tell him.
He walks away as we head toward the elevator. When we step inside, Iris smacks my chest.
“What?” I ask.
She narrows her eyes. “You know what.”
I reach between her legs, scooping up the bit that has trailed down with two fingers before I hold them up to her mouth. Her eyes flare as she sucks them inside.
“There. All cleaned up,” I tease her, leaning in to kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue.
“You’re lucky that I love you.”
I smile at her words. “I am, and I love you too, Iris. Always and forever.”
Until the day I die.
