Sonnet Ellison
The manager gave us a private room in the back to change out of the scrubs.
As soon as Vega closed the door, I leaned against the counter and tried to catch my breath.
My hands were still trembling. I’d been so nervous walking into that room.
Telling Mrs. Granger what I’d seen had felt cruel, even though she deserved the truth.
I hated that I had been the one to confirm the worst thing a mother could hear.
Vega crossed the room and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You did good, Glasses.”
I closed my eyes when he kissed my forehead.
“I’m proud of you.”
A shaky breath left me, and I smiled against him. “I can’t believe I did that. I was so scared. I know I broke her heart.”
“Roman did that. Not you.”
I looked up at him and he held my face in his hands, keeping his eyes on mine.
“This might be over soon.”
I wanted to believe him so badly that it hurt. “You think so?”
“If she does what I think she’s gonna do, Roman’s about to have bigger problems than finding you.”
I released another breath and rested my hands against his sides.
“Soon, you can stop looking over your shoulder, and I can love you out loud in front of everybody.”
My smile widened before I could stop it. “That sounds so good.”
He leaned down and kissed me. His lips crashed against mine with a hunger that bordered on desperation. I kissed him back, holding on to him while the fear that had followed me for weeks finally gave me a little room to breathe. For the first time, freedom felt close enough to touch.
The kiss deepened, turning savage, as Vega’s hands slid down to the hem of my clothes. He didn't hesitate, his fingers hooking into the fabric and pulling it upward, stripping me with an urgency that made my heart race.
"Vega, wait," I gasped, breaking the kiss for a second, my eyes darting toward the thin walls of the room. "We're in a random dressing room. Someone could walk in."
A dark, knowing smirk played on his lips. He leaned in, and his voice was a low, vibrating rumble against my ear. "I locked the door, Glasses. We're alone."
The realization sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. He stepped back just enough to look at me. His eyes scanned my body with possessive heat. "You were so brave today," he murmured, his hand moving to the zipper of his pants. "I want to reward you for being such a good girl."
With a swift motion, he freed his dick. I winced slightly, a small moan escaping me as I looked at it. No matter how many times I saw it, I could never tell that dick no; the mere sight of it made my pussy ache and soak through my underwear.
Before I could utter another word, Vega gripped my waist and spun me around.
He shoved me forward, bending me over the cold, hard surface of the dressing room counter.
I braced myself, slamming my palms onto the countertop, my chest pressing against the surface as my ass was thrust high into the air.
He didn't stop there. Vega reached down, grabbing my leg and hoisting it up, planting my foot firmly on a nearby chair. The position forced my hips open wide, exposing my soaking wet pussy completely to the air and his predatory gaze. I felt utterly vulnerable, stretched open and waiting.
"God, look at you," he groaned. "That shit was sexy, the way you handled yourself."
Without another word of warning, he dove in. He didn't use a slow glide; he drove his dick into me in one brutal, powerful thrust that bottomed out instantly. I let out a sharp, strangled cry, my fingers clawing at the countertop as he filled me to the absolute limit.
He began to fuck me roughly from the back, his hips slamming against my ass with a wet, rhythmic thud.
Every plunge was deep and punishing, his thick shaft rubbing against my G-spot with every strike.
I tried to bite my lip, desperate to stay quiet, but the pleasure was too intense.
I was whimpering, my breath coming in jagged sobs.
"Shhh," he whispered, though his actions were anything but quiet. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin to anchor me as he hammered into me. "You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you."
The praise combined with the dominant force of his thrusts sent me over the edge. I was shaking, my walls clamping tight around him, squeezing his dick with every desperate pulse.
"I want to reward you, baby," he growled, his pace becoming frantic, his balls slapping hard against my perineum. "Take it all for me."
He delivered a final, devastatingly deep thrust, pinning me against the counter as he let out a guttural groan. I felt the hot, thick explosion of his cum flooding my insides, filling me up as I collapsed against the counter, my body trembling in the afterglow of his dominance.