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“Shit, yes, take me, use me. I love it so much.” Her head lolled against my hand as she ground her ass into me.
Gritting my teeth, I changed the angle of my hips and fucked her in short, hard strokes, determined to spill my seed deep inside of her.
Her neck felt so delicate as I increased my pressure, the temptation to have her body totally at my mercy testing my self-control.
She grunted then stiffened, her torso convulsing in my arms to the point I had to ride her down to the floor and pin her beneath my weight, removing my hand so she could breathe while I tore her apart.
Weak, almost confused sounds came from her as she continued to orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head as she groaned, then passed out.
Fucking like a mad man, I reared back on my haunches and picked up her unresisting hips, satisfying myself with her lax form, loving how her pussy clenched around me even as she drifted deep in something beyond subspace, some special place only I could send her.
I couldn’t fight the burn anymore and gave in to the need for release, a bright white light filling my vision as sheer relief thundered through my blood while I emptied myself into her.
All the strength left me, but I managed to roll off of her then pull Hannah against me, the soft rush of her breath against the sweat-dampened skin of my neck the best thing I’d ever felt.
The rest of the day continued in the same glorious fashion. After Hannah woke up, we bathed then dressed and ate at one of the restaurants at the golf course, where Hannah wolfed down a steak and baked potato like she hadn’t eaten in months. With her already high metabolism, I’d have to make sure I fed her enough to deal with the calorie loss that came from frequent, hard fucking.
Later that night, after tying Hannah up and ruling her body until she broke with pleasure, I pulled her limp form into my arms and smiled, snuggling her against me and falling into the best sleep I’ve ever had in moments.
Chapter 11
Hannah
As I clambered off the back of Leo’s royal blue Ducati street bike, I was uncomfortably aware of all the stares I was getting. It could be because of the motorcycle—it was super awesome and sleek in a way that you just knew it cost bank—or it could be the sight of Leo in padded black leather with his hair tied back and a nice five o’clock shadow. But I was pretty sure it was because I’d almost fallen on my ass trying to get off the back of his bike with my new, heavy backpack filled with gifts from Leo.
Dressed in a black leather riding outfit that matched his, and I mean totally matched, right down to the smallest detail like the royal blue stitching, I shifted on my new biker boots and tried to ignore the fact my outfit was skin tight.
Okay, so maybe our outfits weren’t exactly the same. While his safety gear looked like pants and a jacket, masculine and kind of beat up, mine fit me like a cat suit and made me uncomfortably aware I was nude beneath it. Before we’d left his house so he could get me back in time for class, Leo had kept me nude and spoiled, indulged and petted like some pampered princess. It had been utterly divine. While I was with him, my oversexed body hadn’t felt that sore, but after the bike ride, every muscle was protesting the rough treatment.
I’d been ridden hard—really, really hard—and I was so not used to the intensity of Leo’s lovemaking. While I was already missing him like crazy, my overworked inner core was whimpering with relief. Still, I wish I’d thought to grab a shirt of his to bring with me so I could smell him while we were apart. A pang of longing went through my chest and I really wanted to skip class and stay with Leo, but I managed to fight off my clinger tendencies.
The rumble of Leo’s engine was loud and I felt suddenly shy as I handed him my helmet, sure my hair was a crazy mess despite the braid he’d put it in. “Thanks for giving me a ride home.”
He grinned just the slightest bit and shook his head, the smoky riding glasses he wore hiding him in an odd way from me. I felt like I could read his emotions much easier when I could see his eyes. Then again, we hadn’t been out in public much. Maybe he was aware of the people who’d stopped to watch us like we were important. In a messed-up way, even though it made me self-conscious, I liked the attention and I was more than aware of curious, and sometimes envious, eyes on us.
