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He kept his pace as I writhed in pleasure, doing his job to make it last as long as possible. But once my cries subsided and my breaths turned heavy, he slowed down slightly, right at the finish line.
My eyes locked on his. “Come inside me…”
The moan he released nearly sounded angry. With his final pumps, he filled me, the cords in his neck tightening, his face flushing red. He had been sexy from across the bar, but he was even sexier when he fucked.
I tugged on his ass and kept him inside me. “You earned it.”
He finished, his breathing short and irregular, his hips bucking uncontrollably. “Yes…” He filled me with all of him, forcing himself inside to give me every drop. His breaths remained strained even when he was finished, and his dick didn’t soften at all.
It felt so good to be so full.
Then he did what I least expected and started to fuck me again.
I’d never seen a guy do that, stay rock hard for another round and take me as aggressively the second time, as if the first round had been a fucking appetizer before the main course. “Fuck yes…”
* * *
I lay there awhile and dozed off.
The couch was small and he was a big guy, so we were forced to be close together, cuddling like we were bonded by love rather than lust. When I opened my eyes, my thigh was hooked over his hips, and my face was against his hard chest. I blinked a few times before I turned to look at the room. It was still dark, moonlight coming through the open curtains. I didn’t know how much time had passed, fifteen minutes or several hours, but I knew I had to get home. I tried to slide free and not wake him, but I was the one pinned against the back of the couch. I managed to sit up and crawl to the other side, but then he woke up.
He looked at me before he released a quiet sigh and propped his arm behind his head. His eyes were drooped and heavy, and the sleepiness looked sexy on him somehow. He was still naked, and his dick lay there, impressive even when it wasn’t hard. “Trying to sneak out?” He spoke with a deep voice, deeper than usual because he was still half asleep.
“Trying and failing.” I grabbed my panties from the rug and pulled them on.
He sat up and rubbed one eye with his palm, his hair messy from the way I’d fingered it in the throes of passion. “Let me get you some water.”
“I’m good.” I found my pants next and pulled them up.
He pulled on his bottoms and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
I followed him, not because I wanted that drink, but because I needed my bra and shirt.
He set the water on the counter.
I ignored it.
He stood behind the counter and stared, his hands gripping the edge.
I clasped my bra then pulled my shirt on before I fixed my hair. I had to sneak back into the castle, and if I got caught, I didn’t want to look like I’d been fucked like a whore in a brothel. There would be no punishment for the crime, but it was still awkward. “Goodnight.” I headed to the front door.
His footsteps sounded behind me. “I can escort you.”
“I can escort myself.” I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, but it only opened a crack before it stopped. My eyes lifted to his hand above my head, the obstacle that blocked my exit. “It’s late and I’m tired.” I shut the door then turned to look at him. “And we don’t have to do thething.”
“We do have to do thethingbecause I want to see you again.”
My eyes narrowed. “What happened to being an asshole?”
A slow smirk moved on to his lips. “That hasn’t changed, baby. We made a deal.”
“What deal?”
He moved closer to me, the lines of his muscles pronounced even in the dark. “If I fucked you good, I have the honor of fucking you in the ass.”
“That was just dirty talk—”
“How many times did I make you come?” He came closer, pushing my back into the door, his face looming over mine.
