I kissed his soft lips before speaking. “Of course I do, but how else am I going to get this secret out of you.”
“You won’t; not with this one. You’ll get your surprise when it’s time, gorgeous.” He flashed a smile at me.
Friday was only four days away, so I guess I could wait until then.
“Okay,” I reluctantly agreed.
“Good then. I’m going to grab a quick shower. Do you want to join me?”
The next four days were incredible. I tried to cut Kenneth out of my life, but his dick was so good to my pussy. On Tuesday, I let Kenneth tie me up, drip hot candle wax down the small of my back, and fuck me. On Wednesday, Kenneth fucked me in the elevator and in a public restroom. On Thursday, Kenneth fucked me in the Jacuzzi adjacent to the wall-to-wall mirror in the bathroom. He said he wanted to see what we looked like, fucking each other’s brains out. On Friday I was going to tell Kenneth that our sexcapade was over, but he fucked me again without mercy in his hotel suite.
I was lying in bed with him in complete silence. I wanted him to have me again, but I decided against it. Kenneth would be tearing up my little pussy for another three hours if I let him. He looked at me, kissed my shoulder, and asked if everything was alright.
I lied and told him, “Yes.”
In such a short time I was becoming good at lying. I didn’t realize how easy it was until the lies started piling up on each other. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear him tell me that he loved me.
“Maxxine, did you hear me?” he inquired, sucking on my neck.
Confusion must have been written all over my face. “Huh?”
Kenneth intertwined his fingers with mine and kissed them. He gazed into my eyes and told me again, “I love you, Maxxine.”
Was this man serious?
“Kenneth, please, you don’t love me.”
“I do, dear.”
“You love fucking me.”
“I’m not going to deny that, but it’s much more than that. I want to be with you.”
I darted my eyes at him with disbelief. How the fuck did I get myself into this mess? I let go of Kenneth’s hand and wrapped the sheet around my body as I got out of the moistened bed.
“Maxxine, where are you going?”
Kenneth got out of bed as well, with his curved dick bouncing around in the air, and walked over to me.
“What’s the matter, dear?”
He caressed my cold shoulders as I revealed the problem.
“I can’t see you anymore, Kenneth. It’s over. I’m going to tell my husband about us. I have to go.”
“Why would you do that? It won’t do you any good.”
“I don’t keep secrets from my husband and I don’t lie to him!” I yelled.
He stopped caressing my shoulders. “You’re only going to hurt him.”
“I already have, but he doesn’t know it yet.”
I walked over to the balcony sliding doors, looking at the vista for some answer to fix this. Kenneth followed behind me. I sensed that he was searching for some words to say, but he decided against it, and I spoke for him instead.
“I’m sorry, Kenneth. This is all my fault and I shouldn’t have led you into thinking that we were going to have a committed future together.”
“Maxxine, you have given me the best week of my life. I don’t want that to end. You gave me a reason to live again. I want you in my life, dear,” he said passionately.