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And it was something I really wanted to give her…
So, maybe it wasn’t the right thing or the admirable thing or even the moral thing. But we were two consenting adults, and we both wanted this. I was clean, and I knew her well enough to understand that she wouldn’t ask me to give her this if she wasn’t the same.
So…I pushed back in.
And knowing that I was fucking her without any barriers, feeling that wet clamp with nothing between us heightened every sensation.
Hot.Wet. Tight.
Mine.
I fucked her hard and fast and deep.
I fucked her hard and fast and deep…until she came apart on my cock.
I fucked her hand and fast and deep until I toppled over right after her.
“Fuck,” I whispered when I could speak without passing out. “I’m never going to be able to look at this bench the same way again.”
Her head jerked, and she glanced back at me, curls flowing over her shoulders, the pink tip of one breast just visible.
Her eyes were wide, cheeks were flushed.
But the best part was that she was smiling.
Then she shifted, popping off my cock, and leaned up to kiss me, arms wrapping tightly around my shoulders, body coming flush to mine again. A wink, her fingers pressing into my scalp, tongue flicking over my lips.
“Me neither.”
“I can’t believe you,” she muttered a half hour later.
Mostly because I’d bustled her into my car and driven her to my apartment.
She glared up at me, kept muttering. “You got me cock drunk and took me home.”
I froze in the process of yanking back the blankets on my bed, grinned down at her. “Really?”
A shrug, but I didn’t miss that she stood at the side of the mattress instead of climbing into the stretch of bed I’d revealed. “What?”
An innocent question and one that I didn’t buy for a fuckingsecond.
I raised my brows, fixed her with a look. “Cock drunk?”
That innocent question turned into a not-so-innocent smile. “I stand by what I said.”
“Hmm.”
One brow arched. “Hmm?”
“Yup.” I rounded the bed, placed my hand in the middle of her chest, and pushed.
“I—eek!”
“Yup,” I said again, smiling down at the sight of her sprawled out on my bed. “Pretty woman,” I murmured, brushing my fingers over her mouth, her throat, between her breasts. “Beautifulwoman.”
She inhaled sharply. “I should go home.”
“No.” And because I had her where I wanted her, I just slipped in next to her, wrapped her in my arms, tugged the blankets up. “You should stay with me.”
