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Or Current Resident by Zenobia Renquist

Or Current Resident

Soul Debt (multi-author series)
by Zenobia Renquist

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 06377-02049

Cheyenne didn’t know what she was in for when she took over her friend’s lease. She thought she was getting a perfect apartment with reasonable rent. And then a demon shows up on her first night, demanding the sex that’s owed him. That’s when she regrets not reading before she signs, though she doesn’t regret it long.

The landlord made a deal with August — an entire apartment complex as his sexual playground in exchange for personal gain. Cheyenne is August’s latest acquisition, and his prowess has her eagerly awaiting his return. She happily meets his every challenge because the second she refuses, he’ll drop her into Hell to satisfy his many brothers instead.

With the end of the lease approaching, Cheyenne discovers emotions developing for a demon who could probably never return her feelings. The terms of the agreement are simple, but she’s planning to negotiate for an extension with an option for love.

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Chapter One

Cheyenne signed her name with a flourish, her happiness spilling out of the tip of the pen. She was moving into the perfect apartment — two bedrooms, two baths, fully furnished, utilities and Internet included, and a good neighborhood. Cheyenne had always envied her friend Jessica’s apartment, and now she was in it.
McNeal, the owner, drew the lease across the table so he could flip through the pages, checking that Cheyenne had initialed or signed in all the appropriate places. He nodded and added his signature below hers. Holding the lease over his shoulder, he said, “Hale, make a copy of this, please.”
Hale, the apartment manager, took the lease and left the room. Beside Cheyenne, Jessica gave McNeal an expectant look. “Is that it?”
McNeal nodded. “That’s it. You have officially signed over your lease to Cheyenne.”
Jessica smiled wide. “Good.” She turned to Cheyenne. “You’re a lifesaver, Chey. The early termination fee on this place would have eaten me alive.”
“You’re the one saving me. You’ve seen my old place. This is a dream come true. Thanks for thinking of me, and I hope everything turns out okay with your move.”
“It will.” Jessica stood and pulled her purse strap up to her shoulder. “I have to get going. Enjoy the apartment.”
Cheyenne barely said her farewell before Jessica was out the door and driving away. The situation with Jessica’s mom, which had prompted her to end her lease a week after starting it, had to be dire for her to be rushing like that.
Hale returned with the lease. He handed one of the copies he’d made to McNeal and the other copy to Cheyenne. She thanked him as she folded and tucked the document into her purse. McNeal had all her attention. Or rather, the keys he held had her complete attention.
McNeal said, “I wanted to clarify certain things just to make sure you understand.”
“Sure.” Cheyenne nodded, hoping the motion didn’t appear as impatient as she felt. She wanted to go enjoy her new apartment, not listen to this man ramble. But everything had a process and procedure. He was covering his ass, and she had to let him.
“The apartment is fully furnished, but you can call the leasing office to arrange a pickup if you want to remove pieces or replace them with your own. Also, call the office if anything happens to the furniture — rips, stains, dings, breakage. We’ll send someone out to repair or replace it, no questions asked and no cost to you.”
“Okay.”
“There are only two ways to get out of your lease. The first is what your friend Jessica did, transferring the lease to someone else. If you go with that option, you and the person taking over your lease need to meet here to make it official. You can’t just move the person in and then vacate.”
“Got it, though I don’t see that happening.” They would have to smoke her out if they wanted her to leave.
“The second method is early termination which comes with a penalty fee as outlined in the lease. There is another fee if you terminate without ninety-day prior notification.”
“That’s normal.”
He stood and she stood with him. With his hand held out, he said, “Welcome to Ashbrim Heights, Ms. Norden.”
She shook his hand, resisting the urge to hug him. “Thank you, Mr. McNeal. You have a beautiful apartment complex. I’m sure I’ll enjoy my stay.”
“Here are your keys.”
She let him drop the keys onto her palm and then clutched them in a tight fist.
“Should you lose a key or get locked out of your apartment, call the leasing office — any time, day or night — and we’ll send someone out to either replace the lock or let you back in. Again, no charge to you.”
This place was an absolute dream come true. Her last place had had a fifty dollar fee for lock replacement, and after-hours lockouts had cost twenty-five. Every time she’d blinked the management had added a new fee or addendum to the lease that upped the rent. Ashbrim Heights had come with a rent guarantee stating the rent would never increase unless the tenant missed or was late on three or more payments, consecutive or non-consecutive. Cheyenne planned to get all her payments in early.
She said, “Thank you so much, Mr. McNeal.”
“I should be thanking you, Ms. Norden. You’ve saved me having to find a new tenant.”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t have taken that long with a place this great.”
“You’d be surprised.” He shook her hand again. “Have a good day, Ms. Norden, and welcome again.”
“Thank you.” She waved to Hale on her way out the door.
Once in her car on her way to her new home, she had to keep reminding herself to drive the speed limit. Ashbrim Heights consisted of townhouses, apartment buildings, and single-level duplex houses spread over a ten-block radius. Cheyenne had signed on for a duplex.
She didn’t normally like sharing a wall with people, but the wall was insulated and soundproofed. McNeal had demonstrated — with the neighbor’s help — how well the insulation worked. The neighbor had blasted their music, and Cheyenne had barely been able to hear a murmur with her ear pressed to the wall. Perfect, especially after two years of listening to her ex-neighbors’ kids running and screaming as though they were in her living room instead of the next apartment over.
A relieved sigh left her lips when she pulled into her covered driveway. Her covered driveway. She wanted to jump up and down screaming for joy, but settled on staring at her new home in awe. A perfectly manicured lawn — that would remain perfect thanks to the lawn service provided by the leasing office at no extra charge — ended at the small front porch in front of her door.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” She chanted the word as she left her car, entered her home, and closed the door. “Mine.”
She looked around the room, this time as the owner rather than the visitor. The spacious living room had a couch, a loveseat and a coffee table. She didn’t need the coffee table and would ask the office to move it out. Until they came to get it, she could shove it to the side when she wanted to do yoga. No more going to the gym because her apartment was too cramped to accommodate her favorite form of exercise and the amount of space her height required.
At five-foot-six, she wasn’t that tall, but she could have been four feet and her former apartment would have still been cramped. But she didn’t want to dwell on the past. She needed to get her car unloaded and unpack her belongings so she could start living in her new place.
She didn’t have much, just her clothes, computer and kitchen items. The last apartment had been infested with bugs so Cheyenne hadn’t wanted to keep anything. She’d gotten it all second-hand so didn’t feel bad dumping it. The thirty-two-inch tube television had gone to her noisy neighbor since Cheyenne planned to splurge on a new and bigger one complete with surround sound system as a housewarming gift.
Speaking of housewarming… she had a special little one-on-one session planned after she finished her work. No more muffling her voice or praying her neighbors didn’t hear the vibrations of her various toys. Tonight would be all about her, and she had every intention of being as loud as she possibly could.
Her pussy tingled and grew moist, but Cheyenne ignored the reaction. Later. Work first. Personal fun later. Personal fun that would last most of the night because she had taken Friday off. She’d told her boss it was so she could move, but she’d wanted the day off to bask in the glory of her new home.
Three hours of hard work and a hot shower later, Cheyenne stood naked in her bedroom and stared at the row of toys she’d lined up on the edge of her bed. She didn’t know if she wanted to start with the vibrating egg or go straight to the beaded rabbit dildo. She had all night to indulge so decided the egg should start the show.
She placed a towel over her comforter and then lay down with her knees up and her thighs open. Starting the vibe on its max setting, she spread her pussy lips with one hand and applied with the egg with the other. A pleasured yelp left her lips, and she had to pull the egg away because it had been too much too fast.
After dialing down the intensity to a medium rumble, she started over again, sighing a pleasured moan as the egg’s motions resonated up her clit. She enjoyed the pleasant massaging of her intimate flesh without stomping feet, slamming doors, screaming children and irate voices interrupting the mood. Only her rapid breathing and the hum of the vibe filled the room.
“You’re not Jessica.”
Cheyenne screamed and scrambled back against the headboard with her legs pulled close to her body as she grasped at the blanket to cover herself. She stared at the man who stood in the doorway. He hadn’t been there a second ago, and he was hard to miss. Lightly tanned, military haircut, and thick-muscled physique — the type of muscles that came from working hard every day over visiting a gym. He almost filled her doorway and resembled a mob enforcer showing up to break some bones for missing a payment. All he needed was the dark suit, black shades, and gloves to complete the look. Instead he wore faded jeans, a half-unbuttoned shirt, and a smug-ass grin that said he knew why the Mona Lisa was smiling and he’d had something to do with it.
“Don’t stop on my account. It was getting good.”
“Who the fuck are you? Why the hell are you in my apartment? Get out!”
He raised one brown eyebrow. “Your apartment?”
“Yes. My fucking apartment.”
“Since when?”
“This afternoon. I took over Jessica’s lease. Who the hell are you? If she gave you a key, you need to give it back and get out.” And once he left, she would call the office and have them come change the locks. Jessica hadn’t mentioned giving anyone a spare key or else Cheyenne would have had the locks changed right after signing.
The man’s black-eyed gaze slid over her in an appreciative manner. “Took over her lease, huh? Friend of hers, I take it?”
“Yeah, what of it?” She finally managed to pull the comforter up to her chin but the man still acted as if he could see every inch of her.
“From your surprise, I’m also guessing she didn’t explain anything to you.”
“Explain what to me? Who the fuck are you?” She glanced away from him long enough to see if she had brought her cell phone into the bedroom so she could call the cops. Just her luck, she had left it in her purse on the kitchen counter, which made sense because she wasn’t going to work in the morning and didn’t need the alarm function.
“I’m August. I’m a demon, and I’m in your apartment because you signed a contract stating I could be.”
“The hell I did and the fuck you are.”
He whipped his hand and a stack of papers appeared on his palm. Cheyenne blinked several times, trying to figure out the trick. It had to be sleight of hand of some kind, but he couldn’t have had the papers up his sleeve. The stack lay flat, no curling or wrinkled pages. And his shirt had short sleeves.
He flipped the pages and then held up them up and pointed at Cheyenne’s initials next to one of the paragraphs. “Right here. Your initials next to a statement about allowing August — me — into your apartment at an agreed upon schedule to be discussed by us when we first meet — that would be now — for the purpose of mutually pleasurable coitus — otherwise known as sex.”
“I didn’t sign anything like that.”
“You sure?”
Cheyenne didn’t like his smug attitude. Her copy of the lease agreement was in the kitchen. If she went to get it, that would be admitting she didn’t know what she’d signed. If she didn’t go get it, she might be falling for a trick. And he wasn’t a demon. They didn’t exist.
“I didn’t,” she snapped as she climbed off the bed. With the comforter wrapped around her body, she ran past him to the kitchen. He didn’t grab for her like she thought he would. He actually stepped out of the way and then followed her at a sedate pace. His assured attitude pissed her off, but she was about to prove him wrong.
Behind her, August leaned against the kitchen counter. “I know McNeal wouldn’t say anything. He never does. Kind of a dick thing for Jessica not to warn you though. You sure she’s your friend?”
Cheyenne snatched the lease out of her purse and flipped through it, looking for the page August had pointed out. And then she found it. Copulation Clause. She’d initialed next to it. That couldn’t be right. She would never have signed anything like that.
She read through the short paragraph of legalese, disbelief making her doubt her own eyes. The passage stated everything August had said. “No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes, and you are fully within your rights to deny me but that constitutes a termination of your lease, which comes with a bunch of fees you probably can’t afford or you wouldn’t have jumped on an apartment with such low rent.”
The passage stated that too. She would lose her deposit, first and last month’s rent, as well as having to pay an early termination fee, none of which she could afford. “Why? This is illegal.”
“It was until you signed it. If you had negotiated the clause out or just called McNeal on it, he would have given you a different contract with the regular monthly rent and utilities excluded. Consider those extras payments for services to be rendered.” He palmed his groin and licked his lips. “To me.”
“No.”
“We back to this again? “
“No. No. You can’t make me. I’ll call the cops. I refuse. This is so unfair.”
“What are you — a fucking baby? You signed the lease. It’s not my fault you didn’t read it first. You don’t get to call it unfair because of your oversight.”
Cheyenne dropped to her knees and stared at the kitchen floor tiles. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t afford to break her lease and she sure as hell didn’t want to have sex with some unknown man because of it. No wonder Jessica had run out the door the second McNeal had said she was in the clear. She’d handed her mess over to Cheyenne and hadn’t acted guilty doing it.
“I’m good, baby.”
She looked at him.
“Hundreds of satisfied women and counting, including Jessica, though I’m guessing I was a bit too much for her.”
“Hundreds?” Repeating the word snapped her out of her stupor. She jumped to her feet and backed up a few steps. “Hell, no. Hundreds of women? You’re not giving me whatever it is you might have caught.”
“I’m a demon. I don’t catch anything. I can even cure anything you might have if you offer me something I want in return.”
“Like my soul, I bet. No deal and I’m not having sex with you. Get out.”
“That soul thing went out with the dark ages. The quota system got abolished long ago. Most of you humans are stopping by Hell without any help from my kind.”
“Stopping by? You make it sound like it’s not eternal damnation.”
He shrugged. “It’s not. Overcrowding. We had to let some of the inmates go on the basis of time served and good behavior. Don’t mistake me. There are some who are there to stay. The worst of that lot were raised to demon status. But the majority only sticks around a few decades before passing to Heaven.”
“So what do you want if not my soul?”
“At the moment, I want to eat that hot pussy of yours until you’re hoarse from screaming my name. After that, I plan to fuck you thoroughly.”
“And then you’ll leave me alone?”
“And then I’ll let you recuperate a few days before I come back and do it all over again. The lease said schedule, baby. That means more than once and on the regular.”
Cheyenne bunched her hands in the comforter, tightening it around her body. Her actions belied the way her pussy twitched, sending a throbbing tingle up her clit. “For how long?”
“The term of the lease. One year. Well for you, fifty-one weeks.” He shrugged. “Unless you break the lease early.”
“Sex for a year and you’ll do something for me?”
“Nope. The lease is a separate matter. You are my payment on the deal McNeal made with me. For me to grant you a wish, I require you to renew for six months. Partial lease renewal means your rent will go up, and you won’t be under the protection of the Copulation Clause any longer.”
“What protection?”
He shook his head in a pitying manner. “You still didn’t read it, or you didn’t understand. Mutually pleasurable — that means we both get off. It also means I can only do things you like. Say no and I stop. I’m happy with sex. I’ll do missionary for a year if that’s your kink.”
She swallowed and wet her lips as the image of August looming over her entered her mind — wide shoulders under her hands, abs flexing as he pumped his hips.
“The six-month renewal is different. In exchange for giving you anything you want, you let me do anything I want.”
“Giving me anything? Yeah right.”
“I’m a powerful demon, baby. I can make you the richest woman on the planet. Give me six months and the money is yours.”
“And then a few days later it disappears and I’m on the street.”
He wagged his finger at her and tsked. “Have more faith. And believe me, I know how funny that sounds coming from me, but we demons are bound by our contracts. There are consequences for us if we breach.”
“Like?”
“Worst-case scenario — I end up human, powerless, penniless, and with no memory. It happened to a buddy of mine. Not pretty. He died in a gutter and then got shipped back to Hell to be tormented for the rest of eternity.”
“And what happens if I breach?”
“If you decide to sign a six-month renewal with me and deny any of my sexual requests, I’ve got thirty-seven brothers in Hell waiting to spend the remainder of the contract plus five years wearing your ass out… the other orifices too.”
Cheyenne asked in a breathy voice, “I guess that means someone signed and breached then?”
“It happens. Not often but it does happen.”
“Recently?”
“Last year.”
“Sexual requests like what?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Depends on my mood and the person. I told you, I’m happy with sex. Any kind so long as I get it. But I’m a demon, so of course I’m going to demand stuff you won’t want to do just to force you to refuse. That way I don’t have to uphold my end of the bargain.”
“At least you’re honest about it.”
“Most demons don’t lie. The truth hurts you humans so much worse.” He pushed away from the counter and walked toward her. “But we can discuss the six-month renewal later on in the year. Right now, we need to get to know each other better.”
Cheyenne held out a hand to ward him away. “I didn’t say I would do this.”
“Yeah, but the way you keep eyeing my crotch means you’re going to give in. Don’t bother with the denials to save face. I’ve seen and heard it all before. Your body language gives you away, baby.”
“It’s not. I… No. I’m not doing it. I don’t even know you. And that clause shouldn’t have been there. And –”
“And. And. And. You are a fucking baby, whining like that. You’re getting laid, not executed. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
She backed up a few steps to keep some space between them. “How do I even know you’re a demon? This could be some hoax you and Mr. McNeal cooked up to prey on unsuspecting women.”
He snapped his fingers. A comforter appeared in his hand and he smirked. “Very nice.”
Cheyenne squeaked and tried to cover herself with her hands. He’d taken her cover without touching her. “Tha-that’s just a trick. You’re not really –”
He snapped his fingers again and Cheyenne found herself lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She shook her head. “No. No. No.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes, baby. Believe it. I’m a demon.” August stood with one knee on the foot of the bed. “You done doubting or shall I move this show to the middle of the downtown stadium? There’s a game going on with a few hundred thousand spectators. I’m sure they would love the half-time show you would give them.”
“No, that’s enough. I believe you. Okay? I believe you.”
“Such a pity. I do so love performance art.”
“Y-you said what I want.”
“That I did.”
“I don’t want that.”
August crawled forward until he was positioned over her. “Relax, baby. I’m bound by the contract. Only what you like, every way you like it. Just think of me as your own personal sex toy. But unlike that egg you were using earlier, I’ll get you off harder.”
Cheyenne stared up at him, breathing fast and confused. She whispered, “You’re not going to hurt me, right?”
“Not unless you want me too. I can already tell you aren’t into pain.”
“I’m not.”
“So don’t worry about it.” He dipped his head, putting his lips close to hers. “Every desire. Every fantasy. Every dirty little secret you only dreamed about. I can do it all for you. Just tell me what you want.”
She could now understand why people of the past had fallen under the allure of demons. Everything August said had Cheyenne’s heart beating fast and her pussy twitching. “Anything?”
“You won’t shock me. I’ve been around too long to be shocked by anything a virgin like you might think up.”
She snapped, “I’m not a virgin.”
August reached between their bodies and trailed a finger between her pussy lips. Cheyenne closed her legs and tried to twist away, but it didn’t stop him from delving a single finger into her channel. She sucked in a breath and stared into August’s eyes.
“No, you aren’t, but you might as well be. This mouth is all sad and lonely. Hungry too, if the way you’re clenching around my finger is any indication.” He turned his wrist, spinning his finger and making Cheyenne whimper. “How long has it been since you had a man between your legs, Cheyenne?”
“Too long,” she rasped before heaving a shaky sigh. Slowly she relaxed her legs and spread her thighs until her knees straddled August’s waist. It had been much too long. A single finger had her squirming.
“Want me to change that?” He laid a kiss on her lips.
“Please.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
He captured her mouth beneath his with his free hand holding her head in place, not that she wanted to turn away. His tongue caressing hers felt too good to continue denying him out of some misplaced sense of propriety.
Stranger or not. Demon or not. She wanted him. One whiff of his spicy musk scent had her pussy so wet the finger he teased her with made squishy noises. He grinned against her lips and sucked the tip of her tongue before pulling back so he could look at her. “What’s your pleasure?”
The simple question made her rock her hips and nibble her bottom lip. He’d said nothing would shock him, and it wasn’t like she wanted anything kinky. She opened her thighs wider. “You mentioned eating me out until I’m hoarse from screaming. Let’s start with that.”
“Not just screaming, baby. Screaming my name. You remember my name, right?”
“August.”
“Good girl.” He ducked down, pausing long enough to place a kiss between her breasts, and positioned his head between her legs. With his finger still moving inside her channel, he passed his tongue over the length of her slit.
Cheyenne pushed her head against her pillows with a loud gasp. Hot, slick, and just what she needed, wanted, and craved. All her various toys couldn’t recreate the delicious sensation of a man’s tongue tasting every part of her pussy.
“Juicy little peach, aren’t you?” He licked her again and then flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit.
Her body quaked and she moved her legs apart more, opening herself to everything and anything August decided to do.
“Flexible too.” He smoothed one hand over the inside of her thigh to her knee and then urged her leg straight. “This doesn’t hurt?”
She shook her head. “I do yoga.” She straightened her other leg.
August stared at her spread pussy. “Yoga, huh?” He removed his finger and sat back on his knees. “Change of plans. Bent knee plow position.”
Cheyenne didn’t question him and found his suggestion stimulating. She pulled her legs together and rolled her body up to a shoulder stand before bending her knees so they rested on either side of her head.
Clapping followed her little display. August shuffled forward so his knees were tucked under her back. “Very pretty. I can tell you and I are going to have a lot of fun this coming year.” Patting one shoulder he said, “Feet on my shoulders when you get tired.”
“I can hold this pose for –” Her boast ended on a loud, gasping moan as August resumed his earlier attention. He licked from her winking pussy to her quivering clit in long, quick strokes that had her breathing hard and her legs shaking.
She clawed at the headboard, needing a handhold to keep track of reality. How did he make her feel so good? The sensation doubled when one of his fingers entered her channel and beckoned. Cheyenne screamed his name, just as he’d predicted, and couldn’t make herself stop.
The urgency of an orgasm crept over her. She ended up planting her feet on August’s shoulders so she could have a way to press herself closer to his mouth as she came. He didn’t stop or pause, or in any way let her catch her breath or bask in the moment. His tongue delved into her core as he pulled his finger out.
Her eyes widened in surprise when his tongue explored her deep, deeper than any normal man’s tongue should go. The thick, wriggling appendage danced along her channel and tickled the entrance to her womb.
This new experience, an occurrence Cheyenne could have never imagined, had her clenching around the delicious intrusion as she succumbed to another orgasm. She never knew that part of her body was so sensitive, and yet the more August licked it the harder her body shook and the louder she screamed her ecstasy.
The pad of his finger passed over her asshole, adding to her delight, but she shook her head. Not there. She’d never played with that hole. She couldn’t get the words out to tell August to stop. When he nudged his finger forward to the first knuckle, she suddenly wanted it deeper. She pressed her hips up to relay her desire since speech eluded her.
August obliged, sinking his finger into her asshole and then pumping it slow. Torturously slow. To the point Cheyenne thought he might have tricked her after all. She’d given a demon permission to have sex with her, and now he was using her body’s pleasure to drive her insane.
And then he stopped.
All at once, August pulled his tongue and finger free and lifted his head. He watched her body convulse with his usual smug grin curving his lips. “I love that glassy-eyed look of awe you humans get when you’re done right.”
Cheyenne whimpered, still caught in the throes of an orgasm that seemed like it would never end. Her body continued reacting though the stimulation was no longer there, only the memory of it. And thanks to August’s thorough exploration of her pussy, she would be hard-pressed to forget it.
He shifted back and eased her down then onto her side. There was rustling and the rasp of a zipper before August’s hands returned to her body. He positioned her on her knees, but she couldn’t hold her weight. That didn’t seem to matter to August as he curved one arm around her waist and fitted her back against his solid arousal.
Her pussy swallowed him, sucking him in, greedy to renew the earlier titillation. And though her senses were overwhelmed and she felt spent, Cheyenne found herself rolling her hips against August’s pumping dick.
The long, thick erection stretched her pussy and stroked to her core. His tip bumped her womb entrance and had her moaning loud. This was enough. If August did nothing else but this, Cheyenne would come one last time and then go to sleep a happy, well-satisfied woman.
But August wasn’t through with her. He shifted the arm around her waist down so his two of his fingers could rub her clit. At the same time, he hooked the thumb of his other hand inside her asshole while resting his fingers on her tailbone. Cheyenne jerked up, grabbed the edge of the headboard and tried to pull away at the same time she pressed her hips back for more.
Using the thumb in her ass, August guided her hips the way he wanted them to move. Slow, sensual circles in one direction and then the other, rocking up and down then back and forth — every motion a calculated gesture so his dick explored all parts of her pussy.
Cheyenne shook her head as it all became too much. She couldn’t come again because the last orgasm hadn’t ended. Understanding dawned on how some people became addicted to sex because that had to be August’s goal with this exquisite assault. She looked over her shoulder at him, catching his gaze and pleading with her eyes for him to stop though her body begged for more.
August’s grin faltered along with his movements. She thought she saw confusion on his face but that couldn’t be right. Her perceptions must be off because of the sex. When she squeezed her eyes shut and then focused on him again, he was smiling.
“Full already, baby?”
She nodded quickly, letting out a pitiful, tired moan. His thumb wiggling inside her asshole sent a delicious shiver up her spine. A pinch of her clit had her clamping down on August’s dick with an orgasm she didn’t know she could manage, making him grunt.
He pulled her against him hard and spilled himself, his hips shuddering with the effort. Once he was spent, he slid his length free and climbed off the bed.
Cheyenne collapsed to her stomach, staring at her sheets and wondering if she still retained the ability to walk. Her lower half felt heavy and well used — the epitome of rode hard and put up wet. The warmth of August’s cum trailed over her clit on its way to the bed. She would be sleeping on a wet spot because she was too tired to move.
August zipped up his pants. “How’s Mondays after work for you?”
She nodded with a small moan that should have been an okay, but she couldn’t get her mouth to work the way she wanted.
“Good. See you then. If you want me in the interim, just call my name.” He planted his hands on the bed, leaned forward, laid a kiss on her hip and then disappeared.
Cheyenne already wanted to call him back. Mondays wouldn’t be enough. She had come — multiple times and hard — but he’d left her craving more. This really was an amazing apartment.

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