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“Please fuck me.”

CHAPTER NINE: MINA

Throughout my adult life, I’d had tame sex, extremely boring sex, and even toe curling, eyes rolling in the back of your head sex.

But I had yet to have sex with Gavin Mulvaney.

After pleading with him to fuck me, his eyes popped open. The instant his gaze locked on mine, the look in them caused my pussy to throb. Somehow in the next few seconds he managed to strip me of my thong while I shoved his pants and underwear down his legs.

Grabbing me by the hips, he ordered, “Jump up, babe.”

This was one time I didn’t have to be told twice. I hopped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. Gavin’s strong arm gripped me under my ass as he guided his erection to my core. As he thrust into me, I bit my lip as he stretched me.

“Good?” he asked.

“Mmm,” was all I could reply at that moment. I’m not sure I could have formed intelligible words if I tried.

I grinned as both his hands cupped my ass. He began to work me on and off him in time with his thrusts. God, it was soooo good. I’m pretty sure if my vagina could have put into words what it felt like, it would have broken out into singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

When the Vanir bottles banged against the back of my head, Gavin momentarily froze his thrusting.

“Don’t. Stop,” I panted.

“What about your head?”

I frowned. “My head?”

“The bottles hitting it.”

“I don’t feel anything, but what your fabulous cock is doing.”

With an erotic chuckle, he replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

He must’ve sensed I was close to coming because he shifted my ass on one of the shelves and brought a hand between us to stroke my clit. How he thrust and stroked, I have no idea. I didn’t stop to question it because it was just too damn magical.

I didn’t cry out as my walls gloriously clenched down on his pumping dick. Oh no, I fucking screamed. Like ear-splitting loud. At the same time, my nails dug into his back through his shirt.

“Fuck me,” Gavin groaned as he pumped even more furiously in and out of Mina. It wasn’t long before he tensed and then a long, guttural groan erupted from his lips as he poured himself into the condom.

“Jesus, Mina,” he muttered in her ear.

I just kept holding on to him for dear life. Gently, he eased his slackening cock out of my pussy before sitting me on my feet. My legs were so rubbery from our exertions that I began to slide, and he had to hold me up by pinning my thighs with his.

Staring at him with thoroughly fucked eyes, I said in all sincerity, “Thank you.”

Gavin chuckled. “That’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone thank me for fucking.”

I grinned. “I was thanking you for not letting me fall. But when it comes down to it, people should give thanks for good sex. After all, it’s the polite thing to do.”

“Babe, I just fucked you up against a rack in the basement of your restaurant. I think we left politeness a long time ago.”

“Maybe so.”

He slid a lock of hair behind my ear. “So,” he said.

“So,” I replied.

“What do we do now?”