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His hand squeezes my tits as he fucks me. The restraint melts away until we’re grinding into each other. I’m sweating and he’s sweating, and our moans mix into a chorus of bliss. I feel it building again, the pain of his size easing into intense, back-bending pleasure.

“You need to beg now,” he says, groaning and desperate. “Come on, Mari. I’m going to stop and I don’t fucking want to stop.”

“No… no, I can’t beg…” I gasp when he thrusts in⁠—

And pauses.

“Beg,” he says, not fully in control.

I think that’s what does it. That’s what cracks me.

The wild note in his voice.

Like he’s about to break, but he needs me to go first.

“Please,” I say, biting his chest, “please, Bass, fuck me until I come. Fuck me and don’t slow down. Please, don’t slow down.”

He moans as he fills me, and this time, we drop into rhythm. He thrusts in deep, fingers tangled in the ruins of my hair, other hand on the small of my back, as I roll my hips with my palms behind me, grinding myself against him, his massive cock buried in me.

His muscles flex, heavenly and gorgeous. My tits shake as I cry out. Sweat dribbles down my chest⁠—

He leans down and licks it off.

Fuuuuuck…

That does it.

I break for him. I gasp, arching, rocking faster and faster, mindless as the orgasm rips into my brain. “Come for me, Mari,” he whispers, reaching one hand down between my legs. He strokes my clit, shattering me, making every inch of my skin light up on fire. He pops those fingers in my mouth right when I thought I was nearly done, dragging the orgasm out twice as long, my eyes rolling back, black spots twinkling all over.

He keeps going, gasping, as I bite his fingers.

His eyes widen and he strokes in deep⁠—

I feel him break. I watch his face go slack as he comes between my legs.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, filling me, stroking into me again and again as his mouth finds mine. We kiss and I bite his lip, and yes, he likes that a lot, and he keeps grinding into me. The table rattles and rattles, slows, stops, until we’re sitting there, gasping for air.

Reality hasn’t reasserted itself yet.

Cool air dries sweat and spit on my nipples and skin.

“You know what I need?” I ask, shimmying back. He slips out of me and I climb off the table.

“What’s that?” He walks to the bar cart and refills his glass, naked, cock still half hard and slick with me.

“More gum.”

That makes him smile. And I’m surprised at how much I like it.

“Happy to provide.”

I disappear to the bathroom so I can get myself together. When I come back out, he’s got another drink for me and a second stick of wintergreen. I accept the gum but decline the whisky.

“I still have to work,” I tell him, hesitating near the cart. “Can I leave this here? They’ll get it in the morning.”

“No problem.”

I linger, feeling awkward all of a sudden. What the hell did we do? And how long have I been up here? I’m sure it’s been at least an hour, but I can’t really tell. I don’t want to check my phone and look rude.