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I couldn’t stop my hand from going out, sliding over one cheek.

“That’s not viewing,” she said, but I could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Hey, that floor’s not gonna wash itself,” I said, getting a little giggle out of her.

But she played along, getting back to scrubbing.

While I reached around, grabbing the front of her tank, and pulling it down enough to expose her breasts.

Done with that, I went ahead and snagged the waistband of her shorts and panties, and started to draw them down, revealing her skin inch by inch.

“Alaric…” she said, sounding unsure.

But there was no room for that.

Not between us.

Not like this.

My fingers slid between her thighs.

“Your pussy is already wet for me,” I said, slipping my fingers inside her, feeling the way her walls tightened around them, wanting more.

“Alaric, please,” she pleaded, lowering her upper body down, making her ass arch up more.

And, fuck, what a view.

“Please what?” I asked, fucking her harder with my fingers, turning them in little circle motions as I thrust. “Please slide my cock into your tight little pussy?” I asked, feeling the little shiver move through her at the words. “Is that what you meant?”

“Yes,” she said immediately, so shameless with her need for me.

And, fuck, I loved that.

“That’s what I thought,” I said, but continued to fuck her just with my fingers, driving her up until she was rocking back into me, until her little whimpers were moans.

With my free hand, I freed my cock, stroking it a few times as I watched my fingers slide in and out of her.

Only when I felt her start to tighten, start to get close, did I pull my fingers out.

My lips curved up at the grumble that escaped her as I made short work of the condom.

Any disappointment she might have been feeling fell away as she felt my cock pressing against her.

I waited a beat, watching her take a deep breath, then surging inside.

This time, it was me who needed to take a slow, deep breath. Because, fuck, she felt so good I could have come right then and there.

But there was no fun in that.

Reaching up, I gathered her tank in one hand at the center of her back, using it to hold onto her as I started to fuck her.

Hard.

Fast.

If I didn’t hold on, I would have been fucking her across the wet floor in the kitchen.

“Do you like it like that?” I asked, listening to her moan in response. “I need an answer, baby,” I demanded, gathering her hair with my free hand, and giving it a yank to the side, so I could see her profile. “You want me to fuck you hard like this?” I asked.

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