The sounds coming from Mia were getting louder, like a storm brewing inside her, soaking my cock.
As I kept thrusting, the clear juices turned into a sticky white mess, dripping down onto the floor.
"So good... so good," Mia moaned, her hands braced on the stove, her body leaning forward, ass pushed back, letting me go deeper with each thrust.
Mia's moans filled the room.
After about thirty minutes, Mia suddenly straightened up, standing stiff and still.
Seeing this, I felt a bit confused, then the next second, her pussy clamped down hard, making me feel like my cock was about to be squeezed off.
Her moans became more urgent and continuous, and I realized that she was about to come.
I sped up, trying to reach my own climax as fast as possible.
Just before I came, I threw myself on top of Mia, hugging her tightly, pressing down on her pussy.
Finally, as Mia trembled all over, I came too.
Even as I ejaculated, I could feel her pussy shaking and squeezing my cock.
"So good... so good. Fucking in the morning is really something else," I gasped, slowly relaxing and leaning on the stove.
Mia was so weak from pleasure that she slid down to the floor, her pussy still dripping.
I had been with Catherine all night and barely slept before Mia called me over. It could be said that from my visit to Hannah to the night with Catherine, I had been having sex with women non-stop, and with little rest, I was feeling actually a bit worn out now.
But I didn't show it in front of Mia. I just leaned on the stove to catch my breath.
After a bit, Mia got up, "It's getting late, I have to get ready for a meeting. You can rest here."
I gave her a thumbs up, "Okay, I'll go take a shower first."
I left the kitchen, grabbed my pajamas from Mia's room, and headed to the bathroom.
When I came out, Mia had cleaned up, changed, and left.
I looked around the room, finding nothing out of place, then left Mia's house and headed back to my rental.
Even though Mia's place was a good spot to rest, it wasn't my home. I didn't want to risk her fiancé coming back and finding me there. If he caught me napping in their bed, he would definitely turn furious and kill me, right?
I packed up my pajamas and headed back to my rental.
When I got home, only John was there, playing games on the sofa. Emily was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing me, John was quite excited and said, "David, you're finally back!"
"Why so excited? You got a secret crush on me or something?" I joked, heading to the washing machine with my bag.
"Cut it out. Seriously, where were you last night? You didn't come back at all." John trailed me to the washing machine.
I didn't answer right away while I tossed my clothes into the washing machine and hit the start button.
John blocked my way as I tried to leave, clearly not letting me go without an answer.
"Where else? I was on a date with a hottie," I shrugged, walking through the living room.
"A date that keeps you out all night? Did you guys hit up a hotel?" John asked, eyes wide, trying to read me.
We were both adults, and there were only a few things guys cared about most. Hooking up wasn't exactly a secret.
So I just came clean, "Yeah, we went to a hotel after the date."
"Who is this hottie? Not someone from our company, right?"
I hesitated, thinking about how many women I'd been with that night. I didn't know who to mention.
But John seemed to take my silence as confirmation.
"Really? You're moving fast! You've only been at the company a few days and you're already hooking up?"
Seeing his reaction, I knew if I said yes, he'd want to know who it was.
I couldn't say it was Mia. She had a fiancé, and if word got out, it would be a mess.
So I quickly shook my head, "No way. I don't even know everyone in our department yet. How could I hook up with someone from work?"
"Then who is it?"
"You don't know her, but she's a real beauty. We just made it official last night."
I decided to spread the news of Catherine and I pretending to be a couple as if it were true. It would make things look more legit if her dad ever checked up on us.
John looked at me, envious, "Really? Just started dating and already hooking up? That's quick. Unlike me, I can barely get a word in with Emily. I think she likes someone else. She's always so cold and uninterested when I talk to her."
His words made me feel a bit guilty. I couldn't tell him Emily liked me and he should give up. That would be too harsh.
"It's okay, man. You're already living with the girl you like. Not everyone is that lucky," I tried to comfort him.
John was easily distracted, turning his attention back to me, "But what I really want to know is, did you enjoy it last night? How's the hottie's figure?"