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I fucked her slowly then, giving her pussy a chance to recover, before I was spreading her legs outward so I could watch. I caught her looking too.

“You look so fucking good when you’re taking my cock,” I growled, making her walls clench around me.

She liked when I talked to her. When I praised her when I was all the way inside of her. She would never admit that to me. But I didn’t need her to. I could feel it in the way she responded to me.

It wasn’t long until the position was just not cutting it, making me push her knees into her chest as I pounded into her, driving her up.

“Turn,” I hissed, grabbing her to move her when she didn’t respond as fast as I needed her to.

Because I was close.

But I needed her to come once more for me.

“Fuck,yes,” she cried as I fucked her hard, as I reached down to grab a handful of her hair, pulling to keep her from moving away with each thrust.

“Fucking love being this deep,” I hissed, feeling her pussy tighten in agreement.

My hand shot out, slapping her ass, making her moans get louder as I fucked her into oblivion, her release almost a scream as she came.

This time, though, she took me with her.

And I swear to fuck, all I saw was white for a long moment as the orgasm worked its way through me.

We both collapsed onto the dock after.

And, eventually, I pulled her up onto my chest, kind of surprised that she not only let me, but settled in, wrapping a leg over my waist, and letting out a contented sigh.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” I said, just barely managingnotto sayNow aren’t you glad you decided to come? I hadn’t known this woman long, but I was already pretty tuned in to how she would react to certain things.

“I think I’d be just slightly gladder if that cooler was up here with us, and there was something cool to drink inside of it,” she admitted.

“Alright. Give me one minute,” I said, untangling from her, and moving inland to the outhouse that did, thankfully, have a small garbage where I could toss the condom. The baby wipes that were in the package were half-dried out, but they did the job before I made my way back out, then retrieved the cooler.

I was still shirtless, but my pants were in place.

Rynn?

Completely fucking bare.

Just how I wanted her.

“Water or beer?” I asked, holding a selection of each out.

“Duh,” she said, taking the beer, then taking a long sip. “Okay. What did you bring?”

“Well, there’s no cheddar popcorn…” I started.

“Bummer,” she said, but her lips were turned up. Not enough to see those fucking dimples of hers, but hinting at them.

I handed her one of Eddie’s famous sandwiches—toasted rye with fresh romaine, tomatoes, some sort of honey-dijon-mayo sauce, bacon, roast beef, and swiss.

“Where did you get this?” Rynn asked after taking a bite with a moan, her long legs stretched out in front of her to use them as a serving tray for her food.

“Eddie, a friend of the club, likes to cook. We like to let him.”

“He made you sandwiches? Like… he packed you lunch? That’s really fucking cute,” she declared before taking another bite.

“We also have homemade potato chips,” I told her, producing the bag.

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