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Warning: major smut ahead!1!1!1!1!!

Addison waters

"How about we try something different?"

"I really don't want t-"

"I'll pleasure you this time, only. And I'll still pay you for it."

"In here?!"

"Yes."

"Grayson is right here! Plus, even though we're just seeing each other this is basically like I'm cheating on him."

"You already gave me head, what worse can this be?"

I huffed while shutting my eyes,
"This is the last time."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, we're going to cut this whole sex for money thing off. It's not appropriate now that I'm- dating your brother."

"Fine, I have Ciara anyways." He smirked.

"Then why do you come to me?"

"Look, lets just get this over with."

I sat in my seat properly, as I slowly pulled my underwear down. I was wearing a dress so it was easy access.

I rested my head under my chin, as I pretended to watch the movie. Trying not to be obvious if someone happens to hear us and look back.

We were at the highest row, so I doubt anyone would, especially because the theatre wasn't too crowded at all.

I jumped once I felt his hand rest on my bare thigh, he rubbed it soothingly before spreading my legs a bit.

His hand came in contact with my clit, slowly rubbing it in circles. I bit my lip while shutting my eyes. It's gonna be really hard to not make any noise.

He slid his hand down further, in between my folds. He rubbed me there before adding another finger, he motioned his fingers side to side, at a fast pace.

My hand gripped onto his wrist tightly, as I threw my head back. I gasped, and I could see him smirking from the corner of my eye.

"Please.." I whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Please, what?"

"Finger me.."

"Beg for it, baby girl." He whispered in my ear.

"Ugh, fuck you."

He chuckled, while teasingly moving his fingers lower.

"Please, Ethan. I want your fingers inside of me." I whimpered.

Without waiting another second, he slid them into me. My hand fell a top my mouth, shielding my moans.

He slid his fingers in and out at a fast pace. My legs shook from the amount of pleasure, a little too much, being frustrated by the limited amount of space I had in this seat.