I didn’t even exhale, it just disappeared. “We only have sparkling water. XXX I wanted to hear a second pair of footsteps around that house. Call me later?”
“Yeah, maybe,” he told me, before heading to the front door. Strings of half-formed words exited her mouth, and they only got less coherent when I picked up speed and fucked her faster. It was a gross feeling, but one that I wasn’t unaccustomed to. The only things inside the massive room were a singular couch and a faded spot on the wall, where a seventy inch television had once been displayed. Stopping entirely, I broke her leg-lock and forced her knees behind her head, leaving her slack-jawed and vulnerable. Perfect.”
As if by providence, another knock came at the door.
