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I sank deeper by another inch, then two. Stevie’s eyes rolled back in her head. I was tempted to watch her expression and the ecstasy on her face but the searing clutch of her pussy around my cock made me lower my gaze. I watched as I disappeared inside her until I was pressed balls-deep against her ass.
Stevie scrambled to strip her pants and underwear off all the way, kicking them aside. When she planted her legs wider, I could see the length of my cock in the mirror, seven inches sliding in and out of her on every thrust.
I anchored my hands at her waist, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the small room.
“Touch your clit, princess,” I said. “I want to feel you squeeze the fuck out of my cock.”
Stevie huffed, pushing back to meet my strokes. We were growing sloppier and more frantic by the second, eager to relieve the sexual tension that had been building between us since the moment we first laid eyes on each other.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Prospect,” she countered, even though her voice was strained.
I chuckled breathlessly and curved my body around hers, cupping her tits in both hands this time. It was a shame I couldn’t get my mouth on them and taste the sweetness of her skin. Closing my eyes, I kissed the back of Stevie’s neck.
“Unless you want to talk club business while we’re fucking like rabbits,” I replied. “We should leave ranks at the door.”
Stevie tried to look at me in the mirror but I pushed my cock deep—as deep as I could go—and started grinding, circling my hips.
“Shit,” she gasped, bowing her head.
I caught a glimpse of her hand disappearing between her thighs, fingers furiously working at her clit. The vise-like grip of her pussy filled my brain with nothing but static. Any witty comeback we might have made was forgotten, too busy chasing our pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re so close, aren’t you?” I murmured against Stevie’s skin.
My thrusts stuttered. But I didn’t want to slow down, didn’t want this to end. Not yet. Desperate to hold out, I scraped my teeth over her shoulder, clinging to her a little tighter. Pulling us upright to a standing position, I shifted to long, deep strokes. Every slippery inch of her pussy was all I could think about.
Stevie reached back and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head into the crook of her neck and shoulder. Her eyes were screwed shut, mouth open, letting out little noises that spurred me on even more.
“There—right there—yes, yes, yes—fuck—”
With everything I had, I clutched her hips and pounded into Stevie. My gaze shifted to the mirror as her orgasm hit and I hoped to God I never forgot what I saw there as long as I lived.
Stevie’s naked body arched in bliss, her head thrown back, lips parted, gorgeous tits on display. One hand buried in my hair, the other between her thighs. My fingers pressed into the plush curves of her hips.
As her walls clamped tight around me, I gritted my teeth, fighting for just a few more strokes. To feel that hot, smooth glide swallow my cock—once, twice. On the third thrust, I fell apart, plunging into her as far as possible and going still as I came hard.
Struggling to catch my breath, I rested my cheek against Stevie’s back. Someone pounded on the door, demanding to open up—a reminder that it was time to get back to normal.
After Stevie and I had cleaned up and got dressed, when she moved to leave, I caught her around the waist and hauled her against me. She raised an eyebrow, shifting her weight back, prepared to refuse if I tried to kiss her.
I slipped my hand into her back pocket and pulled out her phone.
“Relax, princess,” I said. “Just giving you my number in case you need anything.”
“I told you. This is a one-time deal.”
I gave a distracted hum as I put my number in her contacts list. Despite Stevie’s protest, she didn’t shy away when I hooked my arm around her again, tucking her phone back in her pocket with a slap to her ass for good measure.
“You never know,” I replied. “Might change your mind. If you need to scratch that itch again, you can give me a call.”
I pulled the door open and gave a mock bow, gesturing for Stevie to leave first. She glanced sideways in my direction as she walked past. Probably debating whether or not she should correct me and insist that this wouldn’t happen again.
Instead, her silence spoke volumes and I smiled to myself. Maybe we would be spending some quality time together in the not-too-distant future.
***
By the time I returned to my camper, it was late afternoon, with long shadows stretching across the dusty ground. The trailer lot was a barren place, with dry, scrubby patches of grass and a handful of other trailers parked in the area. Rent was cheap though, so I called it home.
My camper was parked at the farthest corner to the south, away from everyone else. I’d found it abandoned on the side of the road when I was sixteen years old, fixing it up with spare parts I managed to find here and there over the years.
