"Asshole!"
I covered my face in a desperate, failed attempt to hide the tears of sheer sensory overload, but I couldn't help it and kept my fingers parted just enough to keep her in my sight.
For the first time, Alina wasn't laughing like a strict boss or a seductress, but she was laughing like a woman. With her face flushed a deep, rosy red, she looked almost like a shy teenage girl, an impossible contrast to the wreckage she had just made of me.
It had taken exactly one thrust. Could I even call it that?
I had climaxed the second she dropped, but the climax wasn't the reason my vision had instantly turned pitch-black.
I didn't remember the specifics, only the feelings. Of all my orgasms, this was the most pathetic, undignified release of my life. I had trembled as if I'd shoved my bare hands into a live electrical board. My gland shut itself down immediately after, like a total malfunction.
What would be more humiliating than that? In front of her, no less.
