Beautiful Illusion (20 page)

I chuckled at her enthusiasm.

We weren’t driving long before I pulled into the security clearance of my condo building. “Good evening Mr. Ryker,” the guard said.

“Where is this?”

“It’s my place…”

“What? I thought you were taking me to your parents’ house.”

“I moved out of there several weeks ago. I’ve got my own place now.” I drove the car forward into the huge parking lot and parked in my reserved spot.

“You live here? Are you serious?” Sam’s eyes shifted around taking in her surroundings. My condo was in a five-star project that was well-manicured outside. The fountains and golden etching on the building gave off the vibe of pure luxury.

I nodded to Sam. “Do you want to go up?”

“Yeah, of course,” she said, sounding like I was asking her the most ridiculous question in the world.

I buzzed myself into the building and led her through the hall then up the elevator to the top floor. My room was the largest penthouse in the condo.

When I opened the door, Sam’s eyes went wide. “This is all a joke, right?”

In all honesty, I had nothing to do with the decorations. They came with the place when I rented it, but they still gave the room a lot of appeal. The whole place was over 3000 square feet with 4 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms and enough room that I’d never have to sit my my ass in the same place twice.

“It’s not a joke, babe,” I said again and grabbed Sam by the waist. I pulled her into me and planted a kiss on her lips the same as I had earlier that day at school. Both of my hands slid down her back and found her ass, kneading the fleshy tissue in my hands.

I felt like a different man than I had before. In the past, I was Sam’s equal, maybe even her lesser. I’d wait for her cues to tell me what she wanted, and when she gave me something, I’d give her something back. For every signal she threw my way, I’d respond a certain way. Now, I didn’t care about her signals or what she wanted. It was all about me. I wanted something, and I was going to take it, no matter what kind of vibes she was throwing my way.

I knelt down, picked Sam up, and she gave a loud gasp as her feet left the floor. I marched her through the hall, and when we arrived at one of my bedrooms, I gently sat her on the bed.

“Mitch, what are you doing?” she asked.

I ignored the question and climbed on top of her, straddling her body with my legs. I leaned over and grabbed her lips with mine, and as soon as we were locked, I could feel her inhale a breath of air, desperate with a need the same as mine.

While I kissed her, I weaseled a hand down her body and found the top of her jeans, skillfully unbuttoning them with a single hand. The same hand slid back up under her shirt, pawing at her breasts and sliding my fingers under her bra. She moaned and arched her back.

After unclasping the bra, I drew away from her lips and pulled her upwards, jerking her shirt off with one slick motion and then yanking her jeans off and throwing them to the ground. Her breasts fell free, and I could already smell her arousal when the jeans came off. Her eyes were wide, and her face was confused, staring at me like she didn’t know what was happening. It was just how I wanted her. The sight of her made me rock hard, and I couldn’t wait to devour her body.

I kissed her again but this time only for a moment. After I had a taste of her tongue, I nibbled on her neck and then swiftly moved my way down until her panties were right in front of my face.

I pulled at the hem of her last piece of fabric and slid them down ungracefully, revealing the prize that was below. She was wet, soaking wet, and when my tongue made contact, it took all of my willpower not to lose control. I licked at her pussy furiously, enjoying the delightful taste and the sound of her whimpers every time that my tongue made contact with her clit. She arched her back more and and squeezed my shoulders forcefully with her nails.

“Oh God, Mitch,” she cried.

My blood was boiling, and the pressure inside of my pants was so tight that I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat up and unbuttoned my jeans, sliding both my denims and underwear off at the same time. I nearly tore my shirt when I yanked it off, and when I was fully nude, I climbed on top of her and found her lips again.

As soon as I was in arm’s reach, she grabbed my cock with her hand and squeezed. “Mmm…” she purred between my lips. “It’s so big…”

The touch of her small hand made me moan, and I raised up and stared down at her beautiful body and swollen breasts. Sam was just as good-looking when she was naked as she was with her clothes on, and the anticipation of waiting for so long had me waning.

“I’m sorry Mitch… I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” I asked, thinking she was going to try to find a way out of the situation.

“I’m sorry that I made you wait. How stupid of me.”

I gave her sly grin and leaned over so that my cock was in alignment with her pussy and my eyes were directly in front of hers. “Is this better than a parked car a block away from your parents’ house?” I snarled as I quickly thrust my cock deep inside of her.

Sam screamed and started clawing at the bed sheets. Her mouth was open wide and her body was tense. It looked like she was trying to scramble away, but I didn’t give a shit. I slid my cock out so that just the tip was still inside and then thrust hard into her again.

“I asked you a question, Sam,” I said more sharply that time. “Is this this better than a parked car near your parents’ house?”

She continued to claw at the sheets and turned her head towards me, nodding robotically and trembling like she had just seen a ghost.

“Good,” I said and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her down so that she couldn’t keep squirming around. I put all of my weight on her arms and started pounded into her over and over again in a seamless rhythm.

She moaned, and I could feel her legs kicking out behind me, her pussy squeezing on my cock. “Oh god, it’s so good,” she wailed.

“That’s it. Talk to me baby.”

“Fuck me harder, Mitch!” In a moment’s notice she seemed have turned manic.

I drove inside of her, trying my hardest to bury her inside the mattress, and when I felt her wet hole pinching down on to me again and saw her eyes rolling into the back of her head, I gave her a few final pounds and pulled out, spewing ropes of white all over her stomach.

I let out a big sigh, fell beside her onto the bed, and she rolled over, throwing her weight on top of me. “That was amazing,” she panted. “Better than I could have ever imagined. I’ve missed you so much Mitch.” She pecked me on the side of the cheek and buried her head into the crevice of my shoulder. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

I stared at the ceiling and wondered what to say. For a brief moment, I thought I was about to say “I love you too,” but another voice interrupted my train of thought.

“Feels great doesn’t it?”

My stomach sank, but I didn’t respond, hoping that I was just imagining things.

“Did you forget about me, Mitch? Remember how we had a deal?”

I remembered, but it had been such a long time since that night that I thought maybe I had dreamed the whole thing up.

“Do you think you would’ve had the motivation to work the way you have? Do you think you’d have the courage move away? What about the attorney? The old Mitch wouldn’t have dared to speak up. You remember our deal right?”

“I remember,” I whispered softly.

“You remember what, Mitch?” Sam asked.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about something.”

“Thinking about what? Tell me.” She sat up on her knees and looked at my face. “Was it something about our past? Some special memory?”

“How cute. She really loves you, doesn’t she? Now do what you agreed to do, damnit!”

I took a deep breath and rolled off the bed, pushing Sam aside, sadness and guilt washing over me. I reached for my jeans and started to put them on.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked. “Come lay in the bed with me a little longer.”

My back was facing her while I zipped up my pants. “I need to take you home.”

“Why?” her voice crackled. “I just got here.”

“I can’t do this Sam…”

“What did you say? Are you serious? So you finally fuck me and now you’re done with me?”

“Get dressed,” I ordered.

“Wow…” Sam said, shaking her head with disgust and grabbing her things. Tears were forming in her eyes. “You’re a real piece of work, Mitch. A real fuckin’ asshole.”

That was the first time that I broke a girl’s heart.

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