"What are you doing?!" she cried out pushing back against me, "I didn't mean for thi-Ahhh oh god!" she screamed as I pushed myself into her to the hil... and sliding in with ease into her soaked box, putting my hand under her shirt and squeezing a nipple simultaneously. I began fucking her with reckless abandon, pounding her with everything I had, everyonce in a stroke she got a a oh god, but mostly just screaming oh, before the next hump restarts the statement, she gives out an especially loud. “Why?” Taylor had asked.Why indeed?He shut the shower, dried his body and rubbed it with lotion. Then he slid between the soft sheets of his bed.He must have been sleeping for a bit – or at least drifting in and out – when he felt a warm body crouching against his back, followed by another sweet, naked body against his knees and arms.Still an hour to go, Lucian guessed, back in the white Mercedes. The car joined a thinning stream of traffic on yet another interstate highway.A nervous flutter. My peripheral vision drank each fluid motion as she hopped up the stairs alongside me. Every bouncing step was intoxicating. Dana didn’t have much to say outside replying to my crap.We each turned the corner after the stairs. In a few more steps down the damp hallway, I stood in front of my door. “See ya.” I waved over my shoulder and through my frizzy locks and curls of mahogany, I watched Dana’s firm glutes hustle her petite frame down to the hall’s end.I fiddled with my key, mashing it in. ‘Thank you. Give my compliments to the chef. Bye.’ she said out loud, and waved. ********** He was going towards the elevator but didn’t make it that far, instead he made a sharp left turn to the washrooms. His liver was punishing him for his mistake. Since a couple days ago when drunk himself almost to death, his liver had become fragile and didn’t allow him to abuse booz. Unfortunately, he had forgotten this and got a nasty reminder. He threw up part of that delicious brunch his mother had.