Page 44 of Mile High Baby

“Do you feel me fucking you?”

God, this woman. Whatever I dished out, she gave back. It could be irritating, and yet I so fucking loved it. “Your pussy is fucking the hell out of me.” I drove in again. “Fuck... I’m almost there. Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come. My dick wants to feel you come on him.”

“Oh, God.” She kept one hand on the terrace wall as the other slid between her legs. Each time I thrust in, I could feel her fingers touching herself, and it was driving me to the edge of madness. Her body jerked, her head threw back, and her pussy tightened around my cock like a fucking vise.

I roared as my orgasm took me by surprise with its speed and intensity. “Fuck... yes... fuck...” I pistoned in and out of her, drawing out the pleasure, emptying myself into her.

Jesus fuck. I felt like my world was tilting. I rocked in and out until finally, my dick was limp. That was when the guilt flooded like a tsunami.

“Fuck.” There was no doubt that she heard the shame in my voice.

“Don't. If you regret this before you even leave my body, I swear to God, I’ll make your life miserable."

"I’m sorry.”

She gave me a shove and pushed her skirt down. "I now understand why you're a bachelor. It's not by choice."

I redid my pants. "It is by choice." Her comment had me wondering if she thought there was something more between us besides insatiable chemistry.

“I suppose since you admitted to being a dick as a way to repel women, maybe you're right. You're good at it, by the way. You could at least wait until your dick is out of me, but whatever." She pushed around me, and I felt a desperate need not to let her walk away.

It made no sense because her anger was what would save us both. But it unsettled me that she thought I was so heartless, so careless with women. She wasn't necessarily wrong, but I didn't want that for her.

"Victoria.” I reached out and took her arm to stop her.

She glared up at me. "Why do you call me that?"

Her question threw me for a loop. "It's your name."

“Everyone calls me Tori. You don't. Why?"

“I... ah... I know you as Victoria.” My heart clenched tight in my chest because the truth was, everyone called her Tori. Only I called her Victoria. Like it was my special name for her. Like she was mine.

“So should I call you Sterling?”

"You can call me whatever you want."

"How about bast—"

I pressed my fingers over her mouth. "I get it. You're pissed at me. I'm sorry for that, but—”

"I get it too. You can't deal with wanting to fuck your friend's daughter."

I winced, not liking hearing what I'd done. Jesus. I thought I was stronger than that. At least stronger than my dick. Victoria had a pull on me that I didn't understand. It was unsettling to be so helpless.

"I'm sorry."

She let out a frustrated "Ugh" and pulled away from me. She went to the table, sitting down in a huff, and began opening the food containers. I wanted to say something to change this situation, but there was nothing to say. There was no changing the reality that Victoria was Henry's daughter. God. Imagining how he'd react if he knew what I'd done to Victoria made me sick.

I picked up her torn underwear and like a fucking pervert tucked them into my pocket. I told myself it was to hide the evidence of what I’d done, not a souvenir.

Then I strode to the elevator. "Have a rice meal, Victoria," I said as I passed her.

She didn't respond.

I stepped into the elevator, too much of a coward to look at her and see the evidence of my using and then hurting her.

I arrived at the kitchen level and made my way toward my room, needing a moment to get my shit together.