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His cock slowly breached my entrance, pushing inside my slick pussy one slow inch at a time.
I groaned, loving the burning stretch of him filling me.
I reached down and cupped where we were being joined, loving the feeling of how big he felt inside of me.
My pussy was stretched to its limits, yet, he fit me perfectly.
And God, was I slick for him.
My pussy was wet, and I couldn’t help but drag my fingers through the wetness and swirl it up to run over my distended clit.
I jolted at the touch, and Booth started to chuckle behind me.
“Get yourself off,” he ordered.
I didn’t hesitate.
I just swirled my fingers over my clit exactly how I liked it, staring at the door as if any second someone was going to come in and see.
But then Booth started to fuck into me harder, taking me a little rougher than before, and I forgot to watch the door, and instead dropped my head to the counter.
I tried to widen my legs to brace myself, but my jeans kept me exactly where I was.
“Fuck, baby. But you feel so good,” he whispered, running his hand up the length of my spine. “I want to pull your breasts out of your shirt and press them against the counter. See them spill from your bra and slap against the counter while I fuck you.”
I wanted that, too.
But, if someone really did come in, then there’d be no way to hide that.
And though I was currently having sex against my front counter, I knew that everything would be hidden if someone actually did walk in.
Meaning I left my breasts where they were.
Even though the idea of them slapping against the counter did have merit.
“God, you liked that, didn’t you?” he asked as he placed both of his hands on the counter on either side of my ribcage. “You like the idea of us being caught.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could, the fuckin’ bells started to ring over my front door.
I whipped my head up and Booth came to an abrupt stop inside of me.
His cock didn’t show any such worry, though, still twitching away inside of me.
I licked my lips, momentarily too blinded by the bright sunlight that followed the man inside to see who, exactly, the man was.
But then Kerrie closed the door behind him, and I tensed.
There I was, pants down, and the man that I now hated was standing in front of me.
Booth, however, didn’t seem to have the same problem as I did.
He wasn’t pissed. And if he was, he sure didn’t show it.
If anything, his cock seemed to swell inside of me.
“What do you want?” Booth asked, his chest rumbling as he pressed himself up against me fully.
I stood with him, leaning my arms against the counter as if I didn’t have a care in the world, instead of having my pants down around the tops of my thighs. Oh, and let’s not forget Booth’s big cock shoved so far inside of me that I could feel it against my cervix.
“I wanted to stop by,” he said. “I saw the health inspector in the parking lot. I was on the phone in the parking lot across the way. I just finished up and wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
“Everything’s fine,” Booth said stiffly. “If you don’t mind, would you leave?”
Kerrie stiffened.
I did, too. But for completely different reasons.
Booth’s hand went from the counter in front of me to the front of my thigh, and he slowly started to work it up the length of my body.
I moved backward slightly, giving him the room he needed to get in between my body and the counter.
When he felt the wiry hairs covering my pubic bone, he slowly moved his finger so that it split my slit. He paused when he felt my clit, slowly swirling his finger around and around, not caring at all that his actions were causing me to jerk in response.
“I just came by because I was worried,” Kerrie said through gritted teeth.
“Well, your worry is not welcome any longer,” Booth replied, still working my clit. “Please, leave.”
Kerrie gritted his teeth, and honestly looked as if he was about to argue some more, but surprisingly seemed to get a hold of himself and jerk up his chin in response.
“Fine,” he said, his eyes taking me, then Booth, in. “Good luck.”
With that parting comment, he moved toward the door and didn’t turn around or look back.
Kerrie hadn’t even left all the way yet before Booth was once again moving.
His cock was slowly working me, pulling out, and tunneling back inside. Slow, rhythmic thrusts designed to make me want to scream.
My nipples were scraping deliciously against the edge of the counter, and Booth’s hand on my thigh, holding me where he wanted me, and taking me? Well, that was the single hottest thing I’d ever felt in my life.
