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Each footfall shoots an ache through my core. I’m stunned to realize he’s still very hard after unloading what seemed like a flood inside of me. We stay joined while moving, although it’s very slick between us. His grip on me loosens when we arrive at the dining table. The smooth wood surface greets my butt first. Instinct and the silent command in his stare encourage me to lie flat.

Chance stands with my legs clasped to his sides. This position is another powerful one for him. That suits me just fine, seeing as my muscles have turned into the consistency of jelly.

His hands drift along my inner thighs, pushing lightly until I’m splayed wide. I watch as his eyes feast on my freshly fucked state of dishevelment. The satisfaction glinting in his green stare makes me blush.

He folds himself over me and latches onto my nipple. I squeal from the abrupt contact. His tongue swirls around the pebbled tip while his fingers clamp onto my other breast. I’m overstimulated, but a crazed longing twinges my inner walls. That’s when a trickle of liquid dribbles down the crack of my ass. I squirm from the odd sensation.

“Hmmm,” he groans while shifting upright. Pride lifts his lips at the sight sprawled out for his viewing delight. “You’re leaking.”

My cheeks burn hotter when he pushes the excess back into me. “Dirty boy.”

“Too much cum for you, baby?” His fingers are still busy ensuring none escapes my body.

“Never.” I whimper when he paints my swollen clit with our combined essence. “Are you sure this is only your seventh or eighth time having sex?”

He clucks his tongue and repeats his motions. “Already losing track?”

My brain is on the fritz. Between the two orgasms and him alerting my arousal we’re far from finished, I can’t engage in a civil conversation. Besides, the handful of rounds between our Meadow Master’s anniversary and now were a rushed blur. Chance is extremely virile. His excitement never fades and he gets turned on if I brush against his arm. That’s a recipe for several quickies I can’t be responsible for counting.

“It’s your fault that I’m a mess,” I whine.

“Very sloppy,” he agrees. His focus is lowered to where he’s spearing me with his wide girth. “But look at how well you take my cock.”

I shiver from the praise in his sentiment. “Give me more.”

“You want it bad, huh?” Chance begins to move, just shallow strokes to tempt me.

“Yes.” I arch my pelvis to get him deeper.

“Greedy girl,” he chides. “I’m going to pump you full of so much cum it will drip from your cunt.”

Gosh, why does that sound so hot? I’m practically drooling from two holes now. “Don’t tease me. I want you. Now.”

“There’s no need to rush, baby.” Chance scoops me up and heads for the couch, sitting down with me astride his lap. “We have all night and I’m going to savor every second.”

My thumb taps on the steering wheel as the fifty miles to our next stop stretch out across the gloomy landscape. Once we crossed into Iowa, the weather went to shit. The windshield wipers are working overtime to clear the rain. It’s fun to watch them try.

I tip my head back and forth, mimicking the rapid cycle. The steady speed reminds me of how Gemma rode me to an iconic climax. A sigh of contentment sails free from my uplifted lips. Nothing can dampen my mood after that visual.

The one and only star of my fantasies is studying me from the passenger seat. Her left hand is clasped in my right. I rub my thumb over her knuckles, prompting her to end the strange silence that parked itself between us once the clouds erupted. She’s been fidgety and unable to relax ever since. Maybe her thoughts are consumed by naughty replays too.

Gemma turns in her seat to confront me. “What’re you grinning about?”

My smile curves higher. “One of our many romps at the hotel.”

That’s all I have to say to make her blush. “Romps? That’s eloquent coming from you.”

“Would you prefer dickings?” I wag my eyebrows. “Have I earned a new title in your phone yet?”

“No.” But she won’t look directly at me.

“What is it?”

“I’m not telling.”

“Must be really juicy,” I tease. “You wouldn’t keep it a secret otherwise.”

Gemma shrugs, lowering her gaze to our latched palms. “We don’t tell each other everything.”