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“That’s one,” I hiss, sliding her back and seeing her cum glistening on my cock, wishing it wasn’t fucking sheathed.
I pull her tighter, wrapping an arm around her, cupping her ass, forcing her body against mine, leaving no space between us as I piston my hips deep into her pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck …” she whimpers.
I bury my face in her neck, nipping, licking, sucking on her soft, smooth skin as I fuck her to another orgasm.
“Jesus H, Locke,” she whimpers when I don’t slow.
“That’s two, Gwendolyn York. I’m gonna force a third.”
“You’re insane.” She bites down on my neck, causing my balls to draw up so tight I’m afraid I may not get her there.
I slide my finger down the crack of her ass, rubbing circles around that tight little hole I’ve never dared touch.
“What are you doing?” she asks before biting me harder.
“Just feeling you,” I growl. “Feeling you everywhere.”
“You’re not fucking my ass.”
“How the fuck could I do that when you’re in control?” Then I show her who exactly is in control as I go even harder.
“Locke!” she cries.
I halt movement and take her infuriatingly beautiful face in my hands, forcing her to look at me. “You’re in control, Gwendolyn? Right now, do you think you’re in control? When your pussy is surrounding my cock?”
“Damn right, I do,” she answers breathlessly.
“This is the only fucking time I have control. Your orgasms are mine. Your pussy is mine. So let me have this, because we’re T-minus two before you sashay that hot ass out of here and leave me wondering if I’m ever gonna get to feel you again.”
“Stop talking.” She smashes her eyes shut and shakes her head. “Just shut up.”
“Right, of course, Gwendolyn, my bad. Talking isn’t allowed. We just fuck.”
I thrust in and out of her as her tits bounce in my face while rocking her ass back and forth until her hold loosens and her thighs begin to shake. I grip the back of her head with one hand, pull her forehead to mine, and graze my lips across hers. Her breath hitches, and her eyes roll slightly.
“And kissing, that’s an automatic ejection from this game we play.” I tuck her head into my shoulder, thrust deep, and grind against her, releasing us both.
Panting, we stay like that—close.
She eventually pulls back and, typically, I’d fight it, but now? Now I’m fucking in my feels, and nothing good’s gonna come from that.
I grab her hips and stand, setting her on her feet.
“So, my slides?”
I pull on my ridiculous but comfortable as fuck pajama bottoms. “Tried to get your attention that night. You were in a Yank. Got dressed and brought them over. Left them right inside the mudroom.”
“Why didn’t you just say that then?” She shakes her head, sliding her feet into a white pair of the same slides.
“Because then I’d be forced into a conversation about why the fuck you’d ever consider Frankie F. and not me if you ever had to get married for five mil.”
Her jaw drops.
“And you’d be all like?—”
“You were spying on me?” She throws her little paws in the air.
