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I groaned.
God, that was so fucking hot.
And I was on the verge of coming again.
Just seeing her do that was like a shot of adrenaline straight to my balls.
It had all kinds of things coursing through my body.
And soon, I knew, I would blow.
“Stop and make yourself come,” I gasped.
If I let go of her hips, I was going to lose it.
So, I watched as she reluctantly let herself go, leaned back all the way, and circled her clit with her finger, showing me exactly how she liked it.
I growled when I felt her start to tighten around me.
“Fuck,” I panted. “Yes.”
And then her eyes were closing, her back was arching, and she was coming all around me.
I praised all that was heavenly that I was able to hold on as long as I was, then finally let go.
Curving my body over her own, I planted both of my forearms up above her head and rutted into her, not stopping until I’d wrung every last drop of my cum deep inside of her.
Long moments later, panting and spent, she ran her nails up the length of my side, making me cringe backward as she tickled me.
“Ack,” I said, laughing and pulling away.
She looked up at me with a smile on her face.
“You’re going to have to get up,” she said. “I’m fairly sure I have a splinter in my ass bone.”
Snorting, I pulled out of her, but I didn’t go too far as I watched my release leave her body right along with my cock, and fall to the kitchen floor.
I growled.
“So fucking hot,” I said, feeling my semi-hard dick start to come back to life.
“No!” She laughed and stood up. “Not yet. And for sure not right there. That was hot and all…”
She trailed off when I latched onto her hips and bit one hip, sinking my teeth in just hard enough to hurt.
“Okay,” she whispered. “But not right here. The hard, unforgiving floor isn’t happening again.”
I gathered her up into my arms and stood up, taking her to my bed.
There I laid her down, then followed with my own body.
“Here?” I asked, mouth only inches away from hers.
“Here.”
Thirty minutes and an orgasm for both of us later, I was lying on my back in the bed, staring up at my ceiling.
“Run with me over to my place,” she said. “I have some food. You can help me carry it over.”
That’s exactly what we did next. Slipping on a pair of boxer briefs and flip-flops, I waited at the door for her to pick up her wet clothes.
When she went to put them on, I rolled my eyes.
“Just grab one of my shirts.” I gestured to the couch where a still heaping pile of laundry sat unfolded.
She did as I asked, taking the first one she found, which happened to be one of my white undershirts.
I grinned when she pulled it on over her shoulders.
“What?” she asked.
I gestured to her chest.
I could just barely make out the dusky nipples beneath the fabric.
“I can see your nipples now…” I paused. “Just wait until the fabric is wet.”
She snorted and tossed her clothes into the empty washer.
“Does your mom come over and do your laundry or something while you’re at work?” she asked.
I opened the back door for her and looked out at the pool house.
We’d have to dart around the pool to get to it, and I wasn’t sure that I trusted her enough not to slip.
I grabbed onto her hand and closed the door behind us.
“I have a cleaning lady that comes over once a week,” I said. “She does the laundry that she finds. Leaves the clean shit on my couch to hang up. Ready?”
At her nod, we ran.
Once there, I inputted the code that would unlock her automatic lock—the one her father had added after he’d moved her in— then pushed inside only to come to an abrupt halt.
We both looked at the water that was leaking out of the ceiling.
“That’s not good,” I said, seeing the leak for what it was.
A money drain.
“No,” she agreed. “Let’s climb up there and spread a tarp so we…”
“Umm, how about no,” I said. “You’re not climbing up there doing anything. And that’s how you die. Do you want to die?”
She gave me a droll look.
“No, but I also don’t want you to have to pay thousands for a costly water repair when we could cover it up,” she countered.
I picked up the box that was closest to the quickly spreading water, placing it on the counter.
“Let’s get these boxes up,” I said. “That way they don’t get wet.”
“You have a bucket?” she asked.
“I have a kiddy pool that I’ll bring inside once we get these boxes up,” I told her.
We worked in companionable silence for a few moments as we moved, and I was thankful that she hadn’t unpacked.
