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I’m barely awake, but I feel her swing her leg over my hips, straddling me. What the fuck? Instinctively, I raise my hands to touch her, only to find soft, bare skin.

My heart leaps. She’s forgiven me. Finally. These past couple of weeks have been the longest of my life.

Of course, there are other secrets I’m still hiding from her, but I can’t risk telling her now. What would be the point? It would only destroy whatever progress we’ve made.

Her long, bare thighs bracket mine, and she grinds down on me. My cock reacts to her instantly, springing to attention beneath my jeans.

“Aspen, what⁠—?”

She doesn’t give me the chance to finish. Her red hair creates a curtain of darkness around us as her lips find mine and she kisses me intensely. I slip my hands up the backs of her legs to cup her pert little ass in my palms.

I have no idea what’s instigated this change of heart, but I’m not going to do or say anything to make her think twice. Perhaps she’s just finally accepted that I was in a really difficult position when she came to me after finding the boyfriend’s car. We should have done a better job of hiding it, but I’d never expected her to go as far as smashing a goddamned padlock to get inside. Then I’d panicked and hadn’t wanted her to ask any more questions, knowing all of them lead to me having to reveal Dov’s existence, so I just let her think the injury she’d caused the boyfriend had been bad enough to kill him.

Despite what she’d believed, I’d never done it intentionally to hurt her. I had brought her here, knowing what she was here for, though. I can’t say I’m completely innocent.

From the way she’s kissing me and grinding down on me, it seems she’s forgiven me. There’s a franticness and urgency to her need for me.

I should tell her to slow down, that we need to talk to clear the air between us, but I don’t want to fuck up this moment.

She reaches between us, yanking at my jeans, opening them and reaching in to free me. The touch of her hand around my cock makes me groan. Because she’s already straddling me, it only takes a slight shift in her position for her pussy to meet with the head of my cock. With deliberate slowness, she sinks down on me, encasing me in her heat.

Pleasure makes my eyes roll, and I grip her hips, one in each hand, to guide her up and down on me. Her tits are right in front of my face, bouncing with her movement, and I cup one to suckle the tightened peak into my mouth. She gives little cries and mewls of pleasure.

This has all happened so fast. I want to tell her how happy I am that she’s forgiven me, and we can get back to normal—or whatever construes as normal around this place. But I’m so caught up in the feel of her body, the scent of her skin, and how quickly she’s taken me from nought to one hundred.

I release her nipple from my mouth and press my fingers to her clit, supporting her back with my other hand. She tilts her head back, her tits thrusting out, her hair brushing down her spine.

The sounds coming from her mouth as we fuck are nearly screams, and her pussy clamps around me, her hips moving faster and faster. She’s slamming onto me, as if she can’t get enough, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold on for much longer.

And she keeps leaning back, her spine bending, her neck stretching, until she’s in an unnatural position, almost bent in half on top of me, her pussy still sucking on my cock like a mouth.

A strange kind of panic runs through me. I’m worried for her, the noises she’s making, the position she’s in. But at the same time, I don’t want to give up on my orgasm, and I know it’s close, so close.

“Aspen?” I gasp, using my hands to try to pull her upright. Her pussy clenches even tighter around me, strangling me. It’s like a pussy and a mouth all rolled into one, sucking and swallowing.

“Pen?”

I manage to pull her upright, just as I can’t hold on any longer, and my impending orgasm races up my spine.

Her face changes. Dark, almost black eyes glare down at me with fury, and long strands of blonde hair hang around her pale, pale face.

With a yell, I push her off me, almost at the exact same time I come. It’s too late to stop it, and my hips jerk, ribbons of milky cum spurting from my slit and landing on my abs.

What. The. Fuck?

Not giving myself a chance to recover from my climax, all pleasure instantly gone, I sit up, searching for Aspen… or the girl… or whatever the hell that was. Had I dreamed it? It doesn’t feel possible. I’d been inside her, had felt her pussy clench around me. She’d been wet and tight and hot, and it had felt as real as any other time we’d been together.

But I’m here alone, in this room, my cock still hanging out, and now a mess over my stomach. My heart’s pounding so hard, I’m surprised I don’t bust an artery.

Fuck. I lean forward and pluck tissues from a box on the coffee table, quickly clean myself up, and then put myself away. I drag a hand through my hair and realize I’m shaking, and it’s not from the power of my orgasm.

It’s too soon.

The hotel shouldn’t be this strong, not yet. I drag my hand down my face. For something to have been able to touch me like that…

Movement appears at the doorway, and I jerk back. The girl in question is standing in the doorway, her brow creased in concern.

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