Page 78 of Break Me Not

Liz was barely holding on. Her cunt was already pulsing. She nodded, and as soon as Sloan lifted her dress, she let out a strangled cry.

“Fuck, Lil, look at her.”

Lillian pulled away so they could both watch as my girl’s cum exploded all over my fingers. She fell back against me then, fully trusting me to hold her as her orgasm ran through her.

Seems that my girl loves an audience.

Maybe I need to have Sloan and Lillian participate a little sooner than I thought.

“You’re so beautiful, Liz,” Lillian moaned before her eyes quickly shot to Sloan, who met her with a sinister smile.

“Bathroom fuck?”

Lillian nodded, and Sloan sent me one last look before they left us.

“Good job. Scared him off,” she whispered as she passed me.

I fixed Liz’s dress and pulled away only for her to turn to me, her hand grabbing my face.

“How many bathrooms are in here?”

“One, I think.” I was unable to hide my smile.

“If you can get me home in under twenty minutes, I'll let you pick which position I fuck you in tonight.”

I had never left a club faster. We were leaving the girls behind, so I made a mental note to send Sloan a text when we got to my place—as soon as I was free, that was.

Because the promise of sex wasn't the only reason that had me rushing back.

Liz had called my apartment home.

Liz

“He totally has a girlfriend at home,” Jax said, her fingers still absentmindedly rubbing my feet while her eyes were still on the TV.

I couldn’t help but smile. I knew she would be hooked.

After our night at the club we were staking out for Sloan, we had come home and had a night full of crazed sex until we finally decided to retire on the couch. I would never get over just how well our bodies knew each other.

Sex with her was amazing. Life-altering. I never knew it could feel like this, and now I couldn't stop myself.

Well… Retire was the wrong word. We’d run out of steam, so we had to stop. But it wouldn't be long until we started again.

I was in nothing but one of her large shirts. Luckily, I’d been able to find one she hadn’t brought a pair of scissors to yet. She was in a thin cropped tank top and pajama pants—no underwear, of course.

Lying on the couch, watching my favorite guilty pleasure—reality TV dating shows—and enjoying the post-sex glow was heaven. A pillow was behind my head. My feet were up on her lap. And every so often, she would give them a nice rub.

And she didn't even judge me for what I was watching. In fact, she commented on it.

I felt like a teenager. Back at the club, when my ex-husband saw me… I wanted him to know. I wanted him to see what it looked like when a woman came.

In all the years we’d been married, I did not remember a single time when he had made me come. For most of my adult life, I’d only known what an orgasm felt like when I'd given it myself.

Then I’d run home to push Jax’s face into a pillow and fuck her with a fake cock. In fact, the entire car ride over had been torture, with me barely able to keep my hands to myself.

My eyes lingered on Jax’s face. It had been a week or so since our first date. Both of us had been busy working and therefore had to reschedule some of our time with Claire. It had allowed us to stay in our little bubble.

This was exactly what I’d always wanted—a relationship where I could pursue my career and have someone to come home to and share it with.