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“Lie on your stomach,” I demanded as I pulled out, stroking myself above her.
Dazed, she listened, flipping over for me. I was eager; I just wanted to ram myself back into her, but at least I had some piece of my mind left that allowed me to remember the lube, which was kept discretely in a box in the side drawer. I kissed the top of her shoulder before easing my way into her from behind.
“Ah…Gale.” She gripped the sheets.
I bit my own lip, doing my best to calm down, but how could I in this position with this view of her on all fours under me?
“Think about her. Think about her,” I thought over and over again.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I grasped on to her waist, still fully inside her now.
“…yeah…” she said breathlessly.
I moved slowly, painfully slowly, both of us moving together. And then, because the damn woman loved to torture me, she called out.
“Harder.”
Fuck.
It was a thought. It was a statement. It was a desire. It was an action. It was everything I planned on doing.
No longer holding back, hunched over, I buried myself inside her.
“Ahh!” she screamed out, and it was music to my ears.
The sound of our skin slapping against each other, her moans, the grunt that came out of me….it was all music, the backdrop to me enjoying every bit of her.
I gripped her breasts, pinching her nipples.
“Oh, Gale. Ahh…Yes…Gale,” she screamed for me as I went faster, my vision nearly completely blurred, my chest burning and struggling for air.
“Harder!” she begged.
Jesus.
My grip tightened on her, and I gave her exactly what she ordered.
“Yes!” she cried out.
“No, you don’t.” I hugged her as she nearly went limp on me. Holding her, I didn’t stop, not until…ah…
“Fuck, Odette.” I shook as I came inside her.
Spent, we collapsed onto the bed, both trying to catch our breaths.
“Wow,” she managed to say, and I grinned.
Nothing was better than this.
Chapter 13
“Gale, look what you did!” I yelled, lifting up my completely torn stockings for him to see. However, instead of being apologetic, he smiled to himself in the mirror as he fixed his tie.
“What? They were in the way,” he said smugly.
I rolled my eyes, looking for my shoes on the floor before remembering I’d left them in the other car. Standing up, I walked up to him and playfully pushed him out of the way so I could fix my dress.
“Everyone is going to know what we did in here thanks to you,” I said.
