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“You want me to soak your pants. You want my sweetness on your pants the same way you want to watch your cum leak out and drip down my thighs…”

Hauling my hips up further, he growled, “We need to talk about fucking limits.”

He notched himself at my entrance and drove inside.

I gasped at the intrusion, his urgency stealing my breath, and he plowed into me again.

“Hold on,” I gasped, my body recoiling from the pain. “I need to adjust.”

His thighs shook against the back of mine as his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my hips. Leaning over me, he dragged his tongue along my spine and pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck.

Rocking against him, I urged my body to give way to allow him deeper.

“Ah,” I breathed out in relief, feeling my body soften, then whispered throatily. “Go ahead, baby. Feed me that cock.”

“Fuuuckkk...” Palm between my shoulder blades, he pushed my chest down to the mattress and groaned. “Finger to your clit, my baby.”

Circling my clit, I clung to the edge as he filled me deeply, rolling his hips.

My thighs quivered.

His hands shook.

“Fucking come, Minty.” He pressed his thumb against my ass and my pussy convulsed around him.

“Thank, fuck.” He drove into me twice more, his dick swelling beautifully within my walls, pulsing his release deep inside me.

Stilling, his hands gentle, he trailed kisses down my boneless spine as he pulled out. One hand remained splayed against my back holding me down as he stood behind me, watching. His orgasm leaking from my body elicited a satisfied rumble from his chest. With one finger, he scooped his cum and pushed it back inside me.

A claiming.

His palms caressed the curve of my ass then gently cupped my hips. He turned my body, urging me onto my side before curling up to face me, his knees butting mine.

“You okay?” he asked gruffly.

“I’m good, baby.” I smiled into his eyes.

He cupped my cheek, and my smile turned into a grin.

His eyes snapped up to mine, a bemused look on his face. “What’s so funny?”

I shrugged, my laugh escaping. “Fucking limits?”

He snorted and pinched my chin, his eyes alight, dimples on display. “Thou shalt not makest a mockery of thy lover.”

Chapter Twenty – Drivetrain

Minty

Junie picked me up shortly after eight on Saturday to go watch Lucky and Lenny play. Wanting a redo of the previous week, I invited Amber and Ruby, and they met us there.

Ruby found a willing dance partner in Junie while Amber and I sat at the table Lucky reserved for us, knees bouncing to the music.

As soon as we settled in, he found me and flashed his dimples.

Amber chuckled. “Dimples: the devil’s mark.”

She would know. Her husband Gus was blessed with a deep dimple on one side, and he knew how to use it.

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