Page 46 of Final Verdict
She grips my knees and sucks faster, letting my cock touch the back of her throat. I give her one last chance to move away, but since her lips remain wrapped around me, she leaves me no choice but to cum in her mouth.
And then she swallows.
Every. Last. Drop.
Impressive…
Finally pulling away, she licks her lips and leans back against the floor.
“That was my first time swallowing,” she says. “I did that just for you.”
“You shouldn’t have.” I stand and zip my pants. “You should’ve saved it for someone else.”
“Right. Well, um…Do you want to order some dinner? Maybe we could eat it over HBO and go at it again afterwards?”
I raise my eyebrow, confused.
This is always the most annoying part, the part when the woman who previously agreed to “One dinner. One night. No repeats.” wants to establish some type of imaginary connection. For whatever reason, she feels like there needs to be some type of closure conversation, some bland reassurance that’ll confirm that what just happened was ‘more than sex,’ and we’ll become friends.
But itwasjust sex, and I’m not in need of any friends. Not now, not ever.
“No, thank you.” I walk over to the mirror on the other side of the room. “I have someplace to be.”
“At three in the morning? I mean, if you just want to skip the HBO and go for another round instead, I can…”
I tune out her irritating voice and begin to button my shirt. I’ve never spent the night with a woman I met online, and she isn’t going to be the first.
As I adjust my tie, I look down and spot a tattered pink wallet on the dresser. Picking it up, I flip it open and run my fingers across the name that’s printed onto her license: Sarah Tate.
Even though I’ve only known this woman for a week, she’s always answered to “Samantha.” She’s also told me—repeatedly, that she works as a nurse at Grace Hospital. Judging by the Wal-Mart employee card that’s hiding behind her license, I’m assuming that part isn’t true either.
I look over my shoulder, where she’s now sprawled across the bed’s silk sheets. Her creamy colored skin is unmarred and smooth; her bow shaped lips are slightly swollen and puffy.
Her green eyes meet mine and she slowly sits up, spreading her legs further apart, whispering, “You know you want to stay.Stay…”
My cock starts to harden—it’s definitely up for another round, but seeing her real name has ruined any chance of that for me. I can’t stand to be around anyone who’s lied to me, even if she does have double D tits and a mouth from heaven.
I toss the wallet into her lap. “You told me your name was Samantha.”
“Okay.And?”
“Your name is Sarah.”
“So, what?” She shrugs, beckoning me with her hand. “I never give myreal nameto men I meet on the internet.”
“You just fuck them in five-star hotel suites?”
“Why do you suddenly care about my real name?”
“I don’t.” I glance at my watch. “Are you spending the night in this room or do I need to give you cab money to get home?”
“What?”
“Was my question unclear?”
“Wow…Just, wow…” She shakes her head. “How much longer do you think you’ll be able to keep doing this?”
“Keep doingwhat?”
