Quickly, I ran into the bathroom, dropping my clothes into a heap. They were scented and musky, with a combination of Mason’s cum and my pussy juices. Oh, an anal sweat too. Yeah, there were ass fluids on there as well.
But now wasn’t the time. Because it was just rude to show up on a date smelling of another man’s semen. Even if I was gonna break up with Jim tonight.
So I bit my lip, trying to come up with a game plan as I stepped under the warm water. How do you break up with someone? Sad to say, I had no idea.
Even more pathetic, I couldn’t get my mind off Mason. Because as soon as the water hit my private spots, it started up again. I could feel Mason’s lips on mine, his hands on my ass, and most importantly, his cock between my legs in both my sweet spots. Oh god, it ached down there, so empty and sore.
And as much as I wanted to hurry up, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down and rubbing gently. My fingers danced along my engorged clit, flicking it back and forth just as Mason had done. My head tilted back so the water could directly splash on my tits. My nipples hardened in reaction, growing stiff and almost painful. With my other hand, I reached up and fondled the hard crests.
Oh god.
This was good, but it couldn’t compare to what I had felt when I was with Mason. Oh no, he had completely turned my world upside down, filling my every nerve ending with ecstasy until I thought I would lose my mind. He’d kindled a fire inside my soul that burned with such an intensity that it had nearly consumed me.
My fingers dove into my wet folds, pumping in and out at a breakneck pace, trying to match Mason’s thrusts. I didn’t even come close. Desperately, I pulled my fingers out and began pumping my ass instead.
Yeah, that’s how dirty I am.
Finger-fucking my butt while dreaming of the billionaire.
But something stopped me then. Because with my digits buried in my bottom, a huge glob of cum leaked out of my puss, falling between my feet to swirl down the shower drain, white and gloopy.
My heart stopped.
Mason’s sperm.
Oh god, oh god.
What was I thinking?
The billionaire had come in me, bareback and raw. Oh god, oh god. They didn’t have condoms in prison, what did I expect?
Plus, I wasn’t prepared. Never in a million years would have I thought I would lose my virginity at the San Nemo to a convicted felon.
Or maybe I should have known, seeing that I’d let the alpha lick my pussy last week.
Oh god, what was I supposed to do?
Had I been ridiculously dumb?
Still, the inkling of panic that welled up inside of me was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure. Because being with Mason had felt so incredibly good. I had loved the feeling of being stretched and stuffed, pussy and ass so sore.
And deep down, I loved having his cum drip from my vag too. I loved having it seep down my thigh, my butthole also releasing the white.
Mmm!
The more I thought about it, the more my lust grew and soon enough, a wave began in the pit of my stomach. Fingers drilling my back end, my eyes closed, lips parting under the warm shower spray. And then it happened. With a sharp yelp, my anus clenched down hard, almost breaking my digits in half, as my pussy released a gust of fluid.
Oh god, Mason!
The big man had just made me come from memories, and nothing else.
I’d just fucked my own ass with my fingers, unable to get enough of his body.
Barely able to stand, my form slumped against the cold tile, breathing like a marathon runner.
But this would never do. Time was ticking, and after a few moments, I yanked off the spigot and stepped out.
I definitely needed to break things off with Jim.
That was clear, no two ifs about it.
And birth control. Oh god, I needed to get on something, anything. But what? Chemicals or plastic? Being honest, I loved the feeling of Mason’s raw cock in my holes. A condom would only ruin the sensations.
Oh shit.
What was my problem?
The birds and the bees were real, and I’d taken a risk.
Plus, here I was, getting ready for a date with one man, while frigging my privates thinking about another. Mr. Evercore’s sperm was probably still dripping from my nether parts, and yet I was going out with Jim?
But you’re gonna break up with him, reprimanded the voice in my head. You have to do this in person, not over text or email.
So frowning, I got ready, pulling on a shapeless blouse and voluminous trousers. They were the opposite of sexy, billowing like giant garbage bags. Because I had to get Jim out of my hair … before getting real with Mason.