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Gripping her hips tightly, I slowly lower her onto my cock, savoring the feel of her tight heat.

Lara hisses, resisting when I try to sink the rest of the way in.

I’m large and thick, so biting the bullet, I make quick work of burying the other half of my erection.

“Ahh, ahh,” Lara cries out with every thrust.

Gripping her ass cheek, I squeeze, flexing my hips again.

“Please, stop.”

I freeze at her words.

“It hurts.”

“Good.” I tap her ass. “You’re dripping.”

“It’s different, not like last night.”

Fuck, the pounding I gave her last night might just screw me over today.

“Shit.” I curse, dropping my forehead to her clothed back. “Lift,” I guide, removing myself from her body.

My wet cock meets the cold air, making me hiss. It bobs between my legs, desperate to get back to her warmth.

Lara starts to slide off my lap.

Wrapping her braid around my hand, I still her. “Stay, your pussy isn’t the only option.”

“No! That hurt last night.” She panics.

“It’s either your pussy or ass. Choice is yours.”

I wait impatiently.

“I really am too sore.”

Our eyes meet in the mirror.

I nod. “Say it,” I encourage.

Lara shakes her head.

I give her braid another pull. “You can either say it, and I lubricate my cock, or you don’t, and you’d better hope your juices are enough to ease my way inside.”

Her eyes dilate.

Well, shit.

“Fuck my ass.”

Shame, I guess a raw ass fucking will have to wait for another day.

I don’t stay disappointed for long.

Keeping our gaze locked, I blindly rummage in the grocery bag. Frustrated, I tip the brown bag over,contents spilling out onto the bench. My target rolls free.

Grabbing the glass bottle, I lift it to my teeth, bite the cap, and twist. The lid shoots across the cab, pinging onto the dash as I spit it out, not caring where it goes.

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