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I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came with an explosive cry. This orgasm was different. More intense. Like the previous ones were just appetizers and this one was the main course.
I couldn’t stop shaking. My cries mixed with the erotic sounds of her pummeling into me.
With one last cry, my pussy convulsed over the fake cock.
“Perfect,” Emerson groaned and fell back into the seat, pulling the cock from me.
I lay there on the console, catching my breath. My mind was unable to catch up.
If this is what I get for being fired, what would happen if I actually did something worth praise?
My body roared to life at the thought.
This new life with Emerson was unexpected, but I was loving it.
“What do you need?” Her gruff voice came from behind me.
“A hug.”
She pulled me into her body in the back seat and into a nice, warm hug that had me melting against her.
I let out a heavy sigh.
“You give nice hugs.”
She didn’t answer. She only held me tighter.
We drove all the way home in silence, and when we finally got to her building, we stayed that way. I was sure there were many things we could have said to each other, but I was exhausted. Turned out attending school, working, getting fired, and then getting the life fucked out of me took its toll.
I’m fine with that, though.
There was a dull ache between my legs, and my belly was still pleasantly warm. Each step I took sent a shock through my body. I was oversensitive, and I suspected I would be feeling what we’d done for a while.
“Make sure you go to bed soon. You had a long day, and I won't be waiting around for you tomorrow. If you're late, you’ll have to find your own ride,” Emerson said as we walked into the house. She shut and locked the door behind us, not bothering to look back at me as she continued toward the stairs.
Wait. Just like that? She’s just… done?
It was pretty late, but I didn’t think she’d just leave like that.
What did you expect? For us to snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie?
I stood there and watched as she climbed the stairs into her room, thinking that maybe she’d change her mind, but shedidn’t. When I heard her bedroom door click, I knew she wasn’t coming back.
I let out a small sigh, too tired to do anything but stand there. It took me a few moments to even get my legs moving again.
As I walked further into the penthouse, I realized there was a plate of wrapped food waiting for me on the dining table. A simple dish of grilled meat, a side of rice, and vegetables, but it looked good. It was cold, since we hadn’t come back home straight away, but I could still smell its fragrant scent lingering in the dining room. My stomach started rumbling immediately.
My eyes pricked when I realized that not only did she leave me a full meal but also placed fuzzy slippers next to the chair.
Sitting down, I let out another sigh as I took my work shoes off. My feet were sore from standing and walking all day.
It was like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough now, but she did all that before. Before she knew I’d get fired. Before she knew she’d fuck my brains out.
Has Emerson really changed this much? Or has she always been this way and I only saw what she wanted me to see?
I unwrapped the plate and heated it up in the microwave. Should I go ask her if she wanted some? Had she eaten before she went to pick me up?
It was a silly thought. Emerson wouldn’t wait around. If she had been hungry, she would have eaten.
