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My breathing is so shallow at this point that as we race up the stairs to the grand tier, where our box is situated, my heart is pounding loud in my ears.
“What are you doing?” she squeals when I tug her to me, catching her in the crook of my arm before I haul her over my shoulder.
“Making this quick.” Looking at my watch, it tells me that we have about fifteen minutes before the audience starts getting ushered to their seats.
Once we’re inside the box, I flip the latch on the door and pull the curtains closed. On her feet, Fleur looks up at me, her breathing ragged. God, her tits look so good, almost spilli
ng from the demure dip of her top.
“Here?” Panting, she’s already lifting the hem of her skirt up to her hips.
“Why the hell not?”
I shuck off my tux jacket, kicking her feet apart with mine while I loosen my trousers.
Grabbing her waist, I lift her. Her legs wrapping around me is heaven. With her back pressed to the wall, her hands flatten on either side of her.
“This is going to be quick.” I tell her.
Nodding, she doesn’t look away while I move her knickers aside and press inside her.
“Fuck, baby,” I hiss, pressing my forehead to hers.
Thrusting deep. Kissing her deeper. Devouring every one of her moans.
“It’s always been you.” I grind into her hard, fast, fucking her pleasure right out of her along with her breaths. “Only you, Trouble.”
“Yes,” she mewls into the air above us. Her head falls back, leaving inviting creamy skin open to my mouth.
God, she tastes so fucking good. It’s impossible to resist.
“I’m going to come,” she cries, cupping my face. Her pussy pulses over my throbbing cock.
“Do it, wife, come for me.”
I feel her smile spread open over my lips. Her arms wind round my shoulders as her chest presses to mine. All I can do is fuck her deeper, harder. I swear to God, I fuck her so damn deep that I’m lost to her. I don’t know where I end and she begins. Exactly like that first time.
“Oh my God, Casper!” Her hoarse cry vibrates down my throat, and as she shatters around me, I blow inside her.
“You’re mine,” she breathes, face tucking into the crook of my neck while I pull out of her.
“All yours, Trouble.” Gently I let her onto her feet, brushing back the tendrils of hair that have come loose. “All fucking yours.”
As she brushes her skirt down, Fleur’s gaze holds mine. “Good.”
I grab my tux jacket from the floor, slipping it back on before she goes about fixing my bow tie.
“I got my lipstick on your shirt.”
“Your lipstick on me and my cum in you. I’d say that’s an all right exchange.”
Opening the latch, I hold the curtain open so she can take her seat. We’re just getting settled when Mum, Dad, Arabella, and Christopher join us.
I pour her a glass of the champagne we ordered to the box, enjoying the way she drinks it up quickly.
It would appear she worked up a thirst.
“You two took your seats early,” Arabella says, sitting beside Fleur while Christopher sits beside me. Mum and Dad sit in a corner of their own.
