Page 16 of Release Me

“Oh my God! I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m …” Coherent words fail her and soon she’s crying out with her orgasm. The muscles in my stomach tighten with anticipation at my own release, which is taking its sweet time, thanks to the booze.

An angry fist pounds against the wall on the other side, slowing me down.

Ryan’s voice is muffled but loud enough to understand. “You are so full of shit! No one’sthatgood!”

Sherrie giggles through her pants. “I guess you haven’t fucked her yet, then. She wouldn’t be saying that otherwise.”

No, I haven’t. And I can’t see that changing. Her pussy probably has teeth.

Still, I can’t help but smile at what my dick registers as a challenge. Setting one foot on the floor, I hook my arms around Sherrie’s thighs and lift her lower half right off the mattress.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “You’reso deep.”

“You ready to prove my roommate wrong?”

The clock showstwenty minutes have passed by the time I unload into my condom, my body coated in a sheen of sweat, my chest heaving, my muscles exhausted.

Sherrie came two more times and is now a floppydoll on her back, legs limp within my grip. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk.” Her voice has turned raspy from all the screaming.

No sooner does the last squeak of the mattress sound than my door opens and Connor appears in his boxers.

“Come on, man …” I’m still inside her, for fuck’s sake.

Connor doesn’t even pretend to apologize. “We’ve gotta get up in a few hours for work, remember?”

I frown. Tomorrow is Saturday. We’re not scheduled to work.

He sets the clothes Sherrie scattered down the hall onto the dresser. “Your cab will be here in five. Georgia’s waiting for you.”

I struggle to hide my smile.

I think Connor may be my soul mate.

“You’ll call us?”Both Sherrie and Georgia clumsily paw at my bare chest.

“Sure.” I turn my head as Sherrie leans in, and I end up with a sloppy kiss on my cheek. At least Georgia doesn’t bother.

“I’ll walk ’em down. Make sure they get in their car safely.” Connor trails them out in his boxers, throwing me a thumbs-up on his way past.

I stagger back toward my bedroom, fully intending to stick my head out the window to grab a smoke before I face-plant into my pillows.

Ryan is standing in her doorway, her hair a wild mess and hate in her eyes, even as they dance over the briefs I threw on. “You’renothinglike my brother, right?”

I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Can we do this tomorrow, please?”

“Do what?”

“This thing where I accidentally offend you and then you yell at me and storm off.”

“You call what happened tonight ‘accidental’?” Her nostrils flare. And here I thought she couldn’t look angrier. “Yourwhoreclimbed into my bed.”

“That’s not a kind word.”

“Nakedwhore.”

“Sherrie got confused.” So confused that she swapped guys halfway through, I want to add, but humor won’t help my cause.

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay!”

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