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He growled and started to thrust harder. Deeper.

“I saw them,” he growled. “And I’ve been wanting to feel them against my hands all fucking night.”

A moan started to tear up my throat, but before it could surface, we heard boots hitting the floor coming our way.

The boots stopped, turned around, and went back the way they came.

I was having sex with Bourne Pena, my baby daddy’s brother, in the corner of a crowded room.

Sure, the lights were off, but did that really matter in the grand scheme of things?

Bourne didn’t waste time pulling all the way out, then thrusting back in again.

A squeak left my throat at the feel of him there, exactly where I’d wanted him for so long.

“You feel like silk. Hot silk wrapped around my cock.” He groaned against me. “I want to pull this dress down, free those tits, and suck those nipples between my lips. Bite them. Suck them.”

I allowed my head to fall back and my thighs to widen.

My precarious position on the edge of the chair never wavered. He had me so securely in his arms that I never once feared falling. He would never let me fall.

I breathed out shakily and tried to move my hips, to urge him faster and harder, but still he wouldn’t budge.

He was doing this at his own pace, and I would get what I got.

Which wasn’t bad… I just wanted him harder.

I needed him harder.

“Please, can you go harder? Please,” I whined, my palms going back to the edge of the seat.

I didn’t know if it was the pleading in my tone or it was just when he’d decided that it was time, but he pulled out and slammed back inside.

There was no measured thrust this time.

No smooth entry. No reluctant withdrawal.

No, he forced his cock so fast and hard inside of me that I nearly screamed.

It was only his hand on my mouth that kept it at bay.

“That’s why,” he growled. “Quiet, or I stop.”

I didn’t want him to stop.

With tears of frustration and need in my eyes, I nodded my head against his hand.

He pulled away and then replaced it on my thigh where he pushed it up high and wide and started to fuck me.

The stool I was on was squeaky as his thrusts became harder.

Realizing this, he picked me up, twirled around, and pressed me against the wall.

I gasped, surprised by the sudden move, but he didn’t give me time to adjust or reply.

He started to fuck me harder, using the wall as back pressure to take me.

I’d never in my life thought that I would enjoy rough sex, but what Bourne was giving me right then? Hard and fast? That was the best thing that I’d ever felt in my life.

“You don’t come until I do,” he growled.

There was an intensity to his words that had me agreeing without thinking through my words.

My orgasm was close.

So close that I could taste it. That I could feel it fluttering my insides.

With his ramped-up speed and super cock, I knew without a doubt that I’d be coming whether he wanted me to or not.

But just as I realized this, he slowed. “No.”

At first, I was surprised.

I mean, what the hell?

Then I realized that he could tell that I was close. He didn’t want me to go.

And he was making it to where I didn’t have a choice.

“Bourne,” I hissed. “Why?”

He pushed his cock back inside, going back to that same maddening pattern as earlier.

“I don’t want this to be over too quickly,” he admitted. “I want to—”

“Hey,” Sammy called.

Bourne stilled with his cock half in-half out of me.

I licked my lips nervously, praying that Sammy didn’t see.

And that Bourne could finish me.

Because holy hell in a handbasket, I was right. There.

Bourne reached up and placed his hand over my mouth, and I realized then that I was whimpering.

Jesus, but it felt good.

I’d never realized, not once, how good sex could feel.

If I had… I still wouldn’t have been doing it.

I was a single mother.

I worked eighty hours a week sometimes.

I didn’t have time to find someone to have sex with, let alone have sex.

So this was my one and only time that I was going to get for the foreseeable future.

And Sammy was ruining it.

My pussy squeezed on thin air, wanting and needing him back almost as bad as my body needed air for my lungs.

He squeezed his hand onto my ass, telling me without words that I was to be good.

But I couldn’t be good.

I needed him to move.

“Yeah?” Bourne asked, sounding completely unaffected by what we were doing.

“I got a call,” he said. “Gotta go. Just wanted to tell you that I wasn’t here anymore.”

Bourne moved his hand up my thigh, then slowly allowed his cock to once again sink inside of me.


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