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The moment that she was on her feet, I bent down just low enough to grip her thigh, then lifted her to the ledge of the window.
It was small, wouldn’t provide much support, but it wouldn’t matter.
When I looked at Sabrina, I could see in her eyes that she was turned on beyond belief.
The way I’d used her had done more for her than me touching her ever would have.
With one sharp thrust, I was buried inside of her, and she was throwing her head back in a scream.
It didn’t take long.
Honestly, it took less than five strokes on my part before she was tightening that perfect cunt around my cock.
Two thrusts later, she was screaming so loud there was no way in hell that the entire neighborhood didn’t hear.
A growling groan left my lips seconds later, and I was spurting my seed so hard inside of her that little white dots danced in my vision, obscuring my view of her face.
She came a second time around my cock, around the fourth pulsing spurt, and I couldn’t help but suck on her neck just a bit, leaving my mark where everyone could see.
All that was left a few seconds later was heavy breathing, a sense of rightness, and the knowledge that I would never be able to give this woman up. Even if she wanted me to.
Her head was resting on my collarbone as she said, “This ledge is the first thing you need to fix when it comes to this room. Make it wider, so my ass fits. Because we’re doing this again.”
At that, I laughed.
With one last glance at the neighborhood Nancy across the street that was still very much staring, I caught her up in my arms and walked her to the bathroom, where I walked straight into the cold shower.
She shrieked when the cold water hit her back, and I groaned. Because that shriek caused things to tighten, reminding me that I was still mostly hard inside of her.
I started moving again, and soon we were right back where we started.
• • •
“My dad is back today.” Sabrina looked over at me with curiosity. She was standing in my closet, working her foot into a pair of leggings that looked like they’d be painted on when she got them into place. “Do you want to come with me to grab him from the airport? It’s the one in Shreveport. Not the one in Dallas. So it’s only an hour there. Then we could go to The Blind Tiger? That’s my dad’s favorite restaurant.”
I looked at my watch and nearly winced when I saw how late I was. I was supposed to be at work at least an hour ago. Or, more accurately, that’s when I liked to arrive at work.
I was sure to catch shit the moment I walked through the doors. And if I left early on top of arriving late? I’d never hear the end of it.
“Of course,” I said quickly. “But the only thing is, if you take my truck, you’ll have to pick me up at work if you want me to go. Leave yours to get fixed up.”
Her eyes gleamed. “I’ve never seen your office.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s a shop. A metal building with an office cut out of the corner of it. Trust me when I say, it’s nothing special.”
“But it’s yours,” she said softly, touching the line of my jaw, which was covered in a too-long beard now. “And I want to know you.”
CHAPTER 20
One does not simply walk past his girl in the kitchen and not smack her ass.
-Price to Sabrina
SABRINA
I watched him work his work boots onto his large feet, pleasant tingles dancing in places that shouldn’t be dancing when I’d just had my brains rocked four times.
Yet, there I was, admiring his sexiness despite having just come.
First on his cock. Twice. In a window, for God’s sake. Then in the shower on his tongue, before finishing up a final time on his cock.
Needless to say, I shouldn’t be feeling tingles.
Yet I was feeling tingles.
My heel finally slipped into the hole of the leggings, and I yanked them into place while doing a little shimmy and shake.
It was only when they were in place and I was reaching for my shoes that I realized he’d stopped to look at me.
I grinned at him, turning around and wiggling my ass at him.
“What do you think of these leggings?” I asked. “They’re bunched right here at the…”
I found myself once again at the window, but this time my face was pressed against the glass and my leggings were being yanked down over my ass.
I gasped, unable to stop myself from letting out a moan as he tested my readiness.
And before I could point out that we had an audience—i.e. the mailman that was delivering his mail, and the neighbor that was across the street sitting down on his front porch drinking coffee—he was lining his cock up with my entrance.
