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“Goddamn,” Gage pants. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I don’t have words to reply, and my knees shake, a little bit like jelly after how hard I just came.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Gage growls, low and intense. He pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty, my cunt clenching around nothing. Even him pulling his cock out is enough to send shivers through me.
He drags my skirt all the way down, and I kick it off, sending it flying into the corner. That’s something to deal with later, because right now all I can think about is getting his cock back in me.
Gage seems to be on the same page.
He picks me up and slams me against the wall, my back hitting it with a thud. I don’t feel any pain from that. All I can feel is the heat still rising from my pussy and the desire that’s clawing at me relentlessly.
He lines up and shoves his cock back into my sopping hole, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
His eyes are dark green now, so dark they’re nearly black with how turned on he is. His cock is slick with my arousal, sliding in so easily. Like it was made for me. Likehewas made for me.
And my body welcomes him eagerly. I just came, but I’m still needy for more. Gage gives it to me hard and fast, fucking me against the wall with the same force he was using earlier.
I claw at his shoulders, his back, his hair, desperate for something to hold on to while he sends me spinning into the beginnings of another orgasm.
It’s hard to breathe, harder to think, and I hold on for dear life, clenching around his cock. It’s not going to just be me that falls apart this time. I’m taking him with me.
“Shit,” Gage hisses, and I can hear his control fracturing by the tone in his voice. His fingers dig into my thighs where they hold me up, and his cock pulses inside of me.
I’m not far behind, though, and before I milk an orgasm out of him, I’m tipping over into another one. I kiss him and moan my pleasure into his mouth, letting him taste it and swallow it all down.
He comes with a low snarl of his own pleasure, filling me up with a few more erratic thrusts that set off aftershocks in my body.
We stay like that for a few minutes, and when I get a good look at Gage’s face, I can see more of my makeup has smeared over it. Both of us have that gray pallor to our skin now. Like ghosts.
Gage lets me down so my feet touch the cool, tiled floor, and we slump against each other, exhausted and spent.
