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And put his dripping wet head between my drenched lips.
Then he let me sink down on him.
“Oh, Lars,” I moaned as his cock slid all the way inside me.
“Rachel,” he groaned, then started kissing me passionately.
I started to rock my hips, grinding him inside me, luxuriating in his length and size.
Then he began to draw back his pelvis and thrust – hard, fast, deep.
Slap slap slap
“OH LARS,” I gasped as intense pleasure bloomed deep within my body.
“Rachel,” he grunted with his face buried in my neck.
His hands were kneading my ass, his fingertips caressing my lips as his cock slammed into me, over and over.
The frenetic energy of his movements – the crazy abandon of his fucking –
It got me drunker than any champagne ever could.
My fingernails scraped down his back as pleasure built up inside me, taking me higher and higher –
“OH GOD!” I cried out as I hit the point of no return. “LARS, I’M COMING – ”
“RACHEL!” he grunted into my tousled hair, his fingertips touching my ass, my pussy, and everything in between as his soaking wet cock slammed inside me over and over. “OH FUCK – ”
And then he was coming, his cock spasming in waves as jets of hot cum spurted inside me.
“LARS!” I screamed, my pussy throbbing with waves of pleasure as his cock rammed inside me.
He eventually slowed down and finally stopped. He still held me suspended in the air, my legs wrapped around him as my own waves of bliss ebbed away.
“Rachel…” he whispered into my ear.
I pulled away so I could look him in the eyes.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said earnestly.
I smiled. “Fuck me some more, and maybe I’ll forgive you,” I whispered.
He grinned… shuffled towards the bed, his cock still deep inside me… and proceeded to fuck me silly for the next half hour.
72
Lars
The next morning, everything between us was back to normal. Rachel kissed me goodbye, then left to go home and get ready for work.
I didn’t mind; I had my own job to get to.
I was sitting outside the café at 10 AM sharp when Alistair walked up. I searched his face for an indication that he knew about Gunnar’s snooping, but I couldn’t detect anything unusual in his expression.
“You want a coffee?” I asked as he sat down opposite me.
“I won’t be here that long,” he said as he pulled a bulky manila envelope out of his jacket and slid it across the table.
