I acted like I didn't hear a thing and kept pushing myself into Sophia, trying to get as deep as possible.
Sophia was clearly in pain, her legs clamping around my waist, her hips moving with my rhythm.
Every time I pulled out, her body followed, and when I pushed back in, it felt even better.
The more I went at it, the tighter it got, like there was a vacuum inside her, pulling me in and not letting go.
It got harder to move, my pace slowed, but I pushed even harder.
Each time I pulled out a bit, I'd slam back in, lifting her lower belly. I could feel every ridge on my erection through her soft skin, and it felt amazing.
"Please, be gentle... it hurts... I feel like I'm going to break," Sophia moaned, almost crying, trying to push me away.
Seeing her in pain, I didn't want to hurt her anymore. I was worried I'd have to take her to the hospital if I kept going.
If things got out of hand and people found out, I wouldn't know how to explain it.
When I finally relaxed, I came deep inside her, and the semen flowed out slowly.
Once I was completely soft, the rest of the semen dripped out, a few drops hitting the floor.
Sophia was exhausted, collapsing on me, too tired to speak, her body covered in sweat.
I took her to the shower, letting the water wash away the sweat, then wrapped her in a towel and put her to bed, tucking her in to rest.
I took a quick shower, got dressed, and was about to leave when I saw Ryan and Scarlett's car pulling up.
'Oh crap! They're back!' I thought.
If they saw me leaving Sophia's place, they'd definitely think we hooked up.
Even though we're all adults, the idea of them knowing—and Scarlett possibly getting jealous—would make things awkward.
I quickly went back upstairs, climbed from Sophia's daughter's window to my room, turned on the light, and pretended to play games.
Scarlett and Ryan seemed to have had a great time, laughing and chatting as they came in. Soon, I heard the shower running in the master bedroom.
It sounded like they were showering together.
It was weird. They're married, so it's normal, but the thought of Scarlett naked with another man made me feel unexpectedly uncomfortable.
The light in the master bedroom went out, and I could hear those familiar moans again.
Scarlett and Ryan were at it again, but this time, I wasn't in the mood to listen.
I grabbed my phone and headed out to find John for a drink.
We ordered two bottles of whiskey, one for each of us. By the time I finished mine, John was already passed out on the sofa.
There was some kind of commotion on the dance floor.
"Come on, have a drink!"
"We're here to spend money, if I tell you to drink, you drink! Or are you planning to cover tonight's bill?"
"Drink up! Otherwise, I'll complain to your boss."
Then I heard a bottle smash on the floor.
"I'm sorry, I really can't drink."
Even in my buzzed state, the voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. I ran through all the girls I knew, even the janitor at work, but I couldn't figure it out.
"Isn't that Emily's voice? Sounds like she's in trouble." John, still a bit drunk, got up and headed towards the dance floor.
Suddenly, it clicked. Yeah, it was Emily!
I didn't think of her at first because she seemed too gentle and quiet to be at a bar, but tonight was full of surprises.
I followed John to the center of the dance floor.
He was trying to protect Emily, standing unsteadily in front of a group of guys. "I'm telling you, she's my girl. Back off! If you want a fight, come at me!"
The guys laughed. "You? I could knock you out with one punch. Feeling tough? Look at yourself first."
The guy in front swung at John, and he went down, struggling to get up.
They were about to keep beating him, and at this rate, he'd be in serious trouble.
"Stop! Let him go!" I unbuttoned my sleeves and stepped in.
One of the guys threw a punch at me, but I caught it and hit back.
After about half an hour, I had them on the ground, and a few of them, bleeding and bruised, ran off.
Emily had helped John up, but he was in bad shape. We needed to get him to the hospital.
After getting him admitted, I took Emily home.
"Why were you at the bar? And why were they making you drink?" I asked.
"I... I was working there part-time," Emily said, sounding unsure.
"Part-time? Why? Isn't your salary enough?"
"My situation's different. I have to support my family, so I need more money."
"Mr. Williams saw this when he hired me and make me his mistress. He paid me every month, and I had no choice but to go along with it."
"So now that it's over, he stopped giving you money?"