Page 77 of The Pursuit of Happiness

I nod, pulling my face out of his neck, “Yeah, let’s go home. I’m dying to put on some pajamas,” I groan as I scramble out of his lap and onto my feet. He rises from the chair and smooths the wrinkles in his shirt. “And I’m also dying to give you that thing I owe you,” I lace my voice with pure, undiluted lust.

He catches on immediately, knowing just what I’m talking about. His eyes light up and I can see the earlier stress has left him. A wide grin takes over his face, full of lust and so much love. He grabs my hand and starts dragging me towards the door eagerly, I laugh the entire time. “Let’s go home right fucking now.”

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I LAUGH AS SLYuses my bare foot to open the front door of his house. I laugh even harder when he uses my foot to close it behind us. He carries me bridal style into the house and dumps my heels off by the door in a pile on the ground. He continues walking with me in his arms, up the stairs and to his bedroom.

He insisted on carrying me since my heels hurt my feet so much. I think he could also see the exhaustion on my face and wanted to find a way to compensate even though he didn’t have to.

The ride home from the talk show from Hell was overwhelming. It was overwhelming because our phones kept ringing with questions from friends and family. Brody had called to ask what happened and I explained. She asked if we would be attending the after party and we said no. She explained that everyone would still be attending even thoughthe show was a mess. John didn’t want to cancel in fear of further bad press. I told her to say hi to everyone for us and to have fun before hanging up and turning my phone off.

Once Sly makes it to his bedroom with me in his arms, he gently places me down on the bed and makes quick work of removing my dress from my body. I let him and once I’m completely naked, I make my move. I rise from the bed and push him down so that he lands on the edge, still fully dressed. I lean in and kiss him as my hands explore his body, the solid lines and muscle beneath the shirt.

I unbutton his shirt and remove it from his shoulders before I break the kiss by sinking to my knees in front of him. He watches with a breathless expression on his face. I rub the outline of his hard length through his pants with my hand before I slowly unbuckle his belt and loosen his pants.

I sink my hand inside his boxers in search of his length. When my hand wraps around it, I remove it from his boxers and expose it to me. My mouth salivates as my eyes land on his perfect length, how hard he is for me. There’s already a bead of precum at his tip and I swirl my finger around it to spread it around the whole tip.

I meet his eyes as I move my hand up and down his shaft, pumping him. He moans but refuses to take his eyes off of mine, too hellbent on watching me work him. I lean forward slowly, so slowly, and lick him from base to tip. He shivers below my touch and pushes the errant strands of hair from my updo at bay.

I stroke him a couple more times before I take him in my mouth, starting at his tip for a few seconds, and then taking as much of his length into the back of my throat as I can manage. My eyes water as my throat tightens around his impressive length. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, his head falling back.

I remove his length from my throat, “Your cock is so big. I can barely fit half down my throat.”

He laughs, “Don’t push yourself too hard. I’ll take whatever you can give me.”

I nod, taking him back into my mouth. He closes his eyes and inhales sharply as I create a rhythm, working him in and out of my throat. In moments, he matches my pace and starts to thrust his hips into my mouth. Tears stream down my cheeks, most certainly ruining my makeup, but I couldn’t care less. I’m growing slick between my thighs just knowing I’m having this kind of effect on him. Knowing that I can do this to him has me practically dripping on his bedroom floor.

I use one hand to stroke his base as he fucks my throat, “Play with your perfect pussy, Kane,” he commands through grunts and groans.

I obey, lowering my free hand to my pussy. I use two fingers to rub my clit in tune with the strokes of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

It continues for some time before his balls start to tighten and I feel that warmth pooling low in my belly, signaling my orgasm is coming. When he comes, warm spurts of his release hit the back of my throat and I try to cry out against the rush of my orgasm as it takes me, but any sound is stifled by his cock spilling inside of my mouth and throat.

He’s a breathless mess of pleasure and release and when he slowly removes his cock from my mouth, he wipes the corners of my mouth with his thumb and reaches for me, bringing me closer and placing me in his lap. “That,” he starts. “Was fucking amazing, baby.”

Sly claims my lips with his, kissing me with intent. He reaches for my hand that was just between my legs and brings it to his mouth, licking and sucking my fingers clean. “You taste so fucking good.”

He has a dark look in his eyes before he tosses me back on the bed and parts my thighs. I catch sight of his cock alreadyhardening again and the last thing I think to myself before he grins at me and kisses me hungrily, is how much I fucking love him.

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I BURY MY FACEin Sly’s pillow as the sound of the shower spraying from the bathroom floods my ears. Sly walked off after his third and my fifth orgasm, to take a shower and asked me to join, but my legs feel very unsupportive at the moment. I snuggle into the bed and allow myself to close my eyes for a moment, just one moment. I promise myself that when I fully come down from my orgasms, I’ll take a shower and get dressed.

I’m distracted however, when I hear a buzzing sound coming from the nightstand next to me. The nightstand that Sly had stocked with things for when I stay over. What could he have put in there that would be buzzing? My eyes shoot open as an idea comes to me. Could he have put a vibrator in there? If he did, why would it be vibrating of its own accord?

Curious, I army crawl closer to the edge of the bed and open the top drawer where the sound is coming from. I peek inside and look around for a vibrator, but find nothing. I move my hand around, rusting through some tampons, a hair brush, some makeup wipes, and lotions. I blush at how thoughtful all of the items inside the drawer are. He put so much thought into preparing to cover my every need.

I still hear the buzzing, but haven’t uncovered the source. I sit up straighter, propping myself on my elbows to get a better look inside. I finally feel something vibrating in my hand and pull it out to get a better look at what it is. When my eyes land on it, I stop breathing completely and my heart sinks in my chest as time seems to stop. In my hand is a phone. Not just any phone. Dallas’ words come back to mind,We managed to trace the model of the phone. It’s a small, blue metallic phone and is nota smartphone.

In my hand is a blue, metallic phone that most certainly isn’t a smartphone. It stops ringing and I press the home button, sitting up on my heels now, completely focused. I sort through the contacts in the phone to find none, before I open the camera. When my eyes take in the very sex tape that started this whole thing, idling in this phone’s camera feature, I feel the color drain from my face.

This isthephone. This is the phone that distributed the sex tape. This was the phone Dallas was looking for. This is the phone that belongs to the person who distributed the tape. So why is it in the nightstand Sly had stocked for me? Why is it in Sly’s house?

Reality sinks in as I realize two horrible things at once. The first is that Sly owns this phone and has been lying to me the entire time, putting up an act from day one, and the second, the most painful, is that he never really loved me.

Betrayal sprouts in my stomach and crawls its way up my throat. My eyes water with hot, hurt and angry tears, and I feel my heart shattering into dust.

I sit here, frozen for God only knows how long before the sound of the shower water stopping catches my attention. He’ll be coming out of the bathroom any second. I hurry to leap out of bed and get dressed, grabbing the first thing I can find, my dress from earlier. I hate this dress, but I’m in no position to complain. I need to get the fuck out of here.

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