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I parried her hands away so I could get my dick out faster.
“Turn around,” I said.
While the space seemed fairly clean, this was an airport bathroom. I wasn’t bending her over anything.
As soon as she took a good peek at my dick, how I gripped the base and gave it one good pump, she spun within the limited confines I gave her.
Pushing her long sweater to the side, I tugged down her leggings and panties at one go to mid-thigh.
The sweater swung back in place, covering her. I grabbed it again and pressed it against her hand. “Here.”
She took it, held the bottom up as she pressed her palms against the steel door. Just to the right of her face was the plastic holder with the initialed cleaning schedule.
“Shit. I don’t have a condom,” I said as I cupped her perfect ass, then pulled it back toward me.
“IUD.” She wiggled and gave me a little glimpse of her pussy. “I’m clean. Hurry.”
“Me, too. But the contract.”
“Fuck the contract, Daniel. And me.” She reached back, took hold of my dick and I hissed.
“Now.”
I couldn’t help but grin. I had at least a hundred pounds on her. More than a foot of height. But she was telling me and my dick what to do.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I had to bend my knees and discovered it wasn’t going to work. Wrapping an arm about her waist, I hoisted her up and positioned her just right. Then I lowered her down onto me.
“FUCK!” I growled, my head in the crook of her neck. This, right here, was what I’d been looking for. I had a huge house. A successful business. An independent grown son. A family. But I never felt like I had a home. A person that I could get lost in.
How the fuck was it little Melly Harwood? I had no idea. But she was it. She was home. Being with her, beinginher, was where I belonged.
“Daniel!” she cried, squirming. Her feet were off the ground and she had no purchase. All she could do was put her hands on the door and be fucked.
“Take it, sweet girl. I told you it might be a little much, but you can do it.”
I pulled back, thrust deep.
Fuck. FUCK! She felt so good. Bare, I could feel her heat. How wet she was. I could feel every little clench and squeeze.
“Harder,” she begged. Or demanded.
I pulled back, slammed into her.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw motion. It was us in the mirror over the sink. I could see my dick pulling out of her, all shiny and wet from her.
“Reach down. Play with your clit. You’re going to milk the cum from my balls like a good girl.”
Her little fingers were frantic as she worked herself. I was sweating and breathing hard, trying not to come yet.
Her muscles gave little squeezes, her thighs clenched, and I knew she was about to come. I took her hard, slamming us against the door, my torso bumping into her hand.
“Daniel,” she whimpered, her head thrown back, glasses askew. Her inner walls clenched and milked me so damned good.
I came with a roar, a slap of my hand on the door and one last deep thrust into her.
I came and came and fuck me, came some more.
