I’m beside myself with both the vibrations and his cock filling my pussy. He thrusts gently, but it’s enough to send me into another galaxy. I can’t not come.
“Pl-Unh! Pl-Sir—”
What falls from my lips is a garble of pleas and grunts as he thrusts harder, shoving me into the pillory. It rattles continuously as he pumps into me, smacking his pelvis into my rump, renewing every ache and every sting. I begin to rethink the possibility of suffocating in the hood. It’s so damn hot and humid, and the air becomes thinner with every gasp and groan.
But what matters most is the pressure cooker inside of me. I think he must have a hand on the pillory because he finds more leverage with which to slam himself into me. His other arm holds me up, preventing me from crumbling. I’ve got to come, but I can’t get the words out.
“Not yet,” he warns.
I actually choose to focus on the pain, of him ramming into the pillory, of how much my ass smarts, of how much I hate the hood.
“Come, Virginia.”
His words are heaven-sent as I shatter into a thousand pieces. Euphoria sings through every pore, every vein. It’s more than I can take. I’ve devolved into a bundle of nerves, and I don’t know that I can be put back together.
God Almighty.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“How did you know where to find me?” I ask as I curl into Tony on the mattress.
Somehow my body is intact, in one piece. I’m sore between the legs, and I won’t want to sit down for a while, but I feel surprisingly invigorated.
“Your BW2T app,” he replies, his arm wrapped warmly about me.
“But how—did you use the app to spy on me?” I try to imagine how that is possible.
“You had your location services enabled in that app, and hacking into BW2T wasn’t that hard.”
“You hacked into BW2T?”
“Not me personally, but the tech firm we invest in employs hackers to test their security.”
“It’s kind of creepy that you would hack into my phone.”
I make a mental note to either disable location services in that app or delete it altogether.
“How else was I supposed to find you? I went to The Montclair looking for you, but Mrs. Ruiz told me you had quit. Why did you quit?”
I hesitate before answering, “It seemed awkward to work there given—you know. And I violated hotel policy.”
“I violated the policy. You didn’t initiate anything.”
“I don’t think that matters.”
Tony lets out a long breath. “Do you want your job? I can get it back for you.”
“I’m sure you could, but I can find another.”
“You won’t need a paycheck for the time being. I’ll have the full twenty thousand wired to you. It should show in your account tomorrow.”
So his offer was for real? He’s not lying like Dan did?
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Why the fuck are you sorry?”
“If I had finished the week, you wouldn’t have had to pay. Eric would have.”