?Karmic ending?

Bryony's POV

"Hold---on, s-shit" I stammered lips sightly opened, my slitted eyes taking in the sinful sight.

Grasping his unruly curls, my fingers threaded through them as I added slight pressure to his scalp. I continued moaning and moving his head as he feasted on me.

Flicking his tongue on my clit ---my toes curling at the sensation as I practically purred.

My legs spread widely, allowing his head to break free from my wet hot mess.

His fingers slide in and my insides clenched around both his thick fingers as they prodded the most intimate parts.

"I'm cumming" I announced but his strokes remained slow and deep.

His eyes were locked on me--- fingers brushing the roof of my pussy in a come hither motion.

I moved on them biting on the inside of my cheek--- back arching as I soaked his fingers.

I tilted my head back while recovering from my high. He stood up and pulled down his boxers to spring out his hardened dick.

My eyes widened and my hands reached up to his chest. I was still barely recovering from yesterday morning.

"Nuh uh, we need to get going" I said with a shaky voice.

I don't know what it was but he was able to make me ramble whenever we were like this.

"Fine" he grumbled shoving his semi solid dick back in. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel guilty but we needed to head out or we would probably end up fucking again.

Scrambling for my dress and bra I quickly put them on all while sensing his eyes strained on me.

I panted still breathless as I fixed any wrinkles of my dress. Tugging it down my breath hitched embarrassingly loud when I felt his hand wrap around my waist--pulling me right into him.

I exhaled shakily feeling the obvious bulge between my cheeks.

"Arthur I'm deadass serious now we need to go--"

His other went around my throat making all my words stop from leaving my throat.

"Five minutes" he whispered tightening his hand around my neck.

My legs felt like spaghetti and the little persistence shamefully flew right out the window.

I was about to answer when my blaring alarm rang out bringing my senses back.

I pulled away from him and turned it off.

"I'm going to put my slippers on" I said not making eye contact with him.

Brushing past him I went to grab all the last things I needed.

Within 10 minutes we were out the door.

Walking down to the garage my eyes focused on the unknown car in the distance.

I paused and looked on with a stank face. There was someone in the car but I couldn't see who.

Arthur left the suitcases by me and went to approach the car all causal.

The window rolled down and my heart stopped at the sight.

It was Alison.

She reached out for his hand and placed it on her cheek making my heart drop.

But that wasn't what fucking hurt. He didn't move away and he kept talking to her.

She looked in my direction for a second too long before wiping her face.

Whatever, it is must be serious since she was crying.