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“I think probably about another hour or two,” he admitted. “That okay with you?”

“As long as I get to spend that time with you, I don’t care how long it takes,” I admitted. “What

are we going to do to amuse ourselves?”

The way I said it must’ve penetrated his chaste brain, because I suddenly started to feel his cock

lengthen against the inside of my thigh.

Lips twitching at the way he was hardening by the second, I started to grind my hips down against

him.

He growled and lifted one of his hands up to bury in my hair.

I’d left it down, long and crazy down my back.

He used to love it when I left it long, so I’d done it today for him to see if he liked it.

He had.

The moment I’d come out of the bathroom, his eyes had zoomed in on the unruly locks and stayed

there.

“You know,” I told him as he clenched and unclenched his hand in my hair, I guessed as he tried to

regain control that was quickly getting away from him. “You used to love it when I wore my hair

down. You used to say that it was this wild, untamable mass that used to do things to you.”

He growled low in his throat, and suddenly I found our positions reversed.

I was now on my back, lying lengthwise along the back seat.

He was hovering over me, his face in mine, as he stared into my eyes.

The only light that there was to be had were the streetlights that were interspersed in the parking lot, meaning mostly his face was cast in shadows.

But I could see the glittering of his eyes as he stared at me intently.

“You came out of the bedroom today and this was all flowing around your face,” he said, his hand

working through my hair as he ran the strands between his fingers. “And I thought, I want to wrap that around my fist and fuck her mouth.”

My breath hitched.

“I wonder if that was what you thought in the beginning,” I whispered breathlessly. “When we

were first dating, I almost cut it. You begged me not to.”

He bent down and licked my neck from collarbone to just under my chin.

“I’m sure that it had a lot to do with it,” he admitted, moving so that he was now pressing against me deliciously. “Because all night long, I’ve thought of nothing else than what it would feel like

between my fingers as I held you still. Fucked your mouth. Your pussy. Your…”

My breath hitched when he paused at the last word.

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