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“Raincheck.”

My hand on her shoulder turns her toward the table attached to the right wall. Along the way, I unbuckle her belt and push the snug denim to her knees. Her thong quickly follows. She’s locked into position as I bend her over, dipping a finger in her pussy.

“Soaked for me,” I rasp into the curve of her neck.

Gemma grinds her ass into my cock. “Your breaking and entering habits are rubbing off on me.”

“My good girl likes her boyfriend to be bad.” I spank her, fulfilling her request and setting the mood.

“Yesssss,” she purrs. “Again!”

I thrust inside of her while slapping her ass. It’s a direct hit. Redness blooms on her flesh, prompting me to give her another. She squeals and begs for more. The jiggle with each strike spurs me on.

My palm grips her hip for leverage as I set a brutal pace. I slam my dick in and out to the demand of her feverish need. She smacks the table, knocking over a cup. Lust burns hot between us and we’re racing to an explosive finish.

The trailer is rocking on its double axle frame while I give Gemma all I’ve got. Our grunts can probably be heard across the rodeo grounds, but I couldn’t care less. They should all know that this woman brings out the insatiable beast in me.

Just as Gemma’s pussy begins to spasm, someone tries to open the door. The handle wiggles uselessly. A smirk carves my lips into the spitting image of triumph.

“The fuck?” Wyatt tries the door again, only to find it still locked.

I’m not planning to answer or slow down. My dick hammers into Gemma with renewed purpose. She understands the assignment. Maybe too well.

“Ohhhhh, right there! Don’t stop. Harder!” Her squeal pierces into the mounting tension.

The rustling from outside pauses. I imagine Wyatt is pressing his ear against the door. A loud whimper from Gemma mocks him. He rattles the handle furiously.

“Are you two fucking in my trailer?”

“Yes! Yes! Yesssssss,” she moans.

I’m laughing while trying to concentrate on keeping the momentum flowing. Release is always two pumps away for me, but I want Gemma to get off too. My hand slips between her thighs, hunting for her clit. Our position is a bit awkward with her legs pressed so tightly together. She grabs my wrist to guide me, but ends up using my palm for friction.

“That’s it,” she cries. “Faster!”

A bead of sweat trickles down my temple as I buck my hips frantically. Her pelvis is grinding on my fingers, The clamping in her core urges me to surrender. Temptation fondles my balls when a tremor jolts through her.

“Get the fuck out of my trailer!” Wyatt is banging on the door. “I’m gonna call the cops.”

“Do it!” Gemma wails. “Now, now!”

And that shoves me over the edge. My steady tempo hitches and I slam into her twice more. Warmth gushes from me and I choke on a guttural groan. I go rigid as Gemma trembles against me. We take a moment to bask in pleasure, but we’ve worn out our welcome.

“Benson!” Wyatt bellows. “I mean it. Get your ass out here!”

“Oh, Chance!” Gemma screams while tugging her jeans back into place. “You’re too big. I’m going to split in half!”

Laughter spews from me as I buckle my belt. “Who’s diabolical now?”

“Gosh, we’re making such a mess. Did you really need to blow your load all over the walls?” Her eyebrows wag. If she needs a new career, she should consider acting.

Meanwhile, Wyatt is about to rip a hole through the paneling. “You better not, Benson. I swear—”

Gemma flips the lock, flings open the door, and cuts off his latest threat. “Howdy, Paine. Thanks for the hospitality.”

He blinks at her when she wipes her hand on his shirt. “What was that?”

She cocks her head. “You don’t recognize the aroma of sweaty balls?”