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But I can’t.

She gasps and wraps her arms around me, breaking off the kiss. She hugs tightly to me as she stares up into my eyes, her skin flushed, her eyes shining.

“What are we doing?” she whispers.

“I don’t know,” I answer back because I can’t think beyond this moment.

I kiss her again, this time moving my hands from her hips to her ass. I indulge myself greedily, sinking my hands into her voluptuous flesh. I smooth my hands over her ass, as curvy and full as I knew it would be. My cock gives another jerk as I begin to slip my hand back around, meaning to slide it down her pants, to touch that young hot slit.

Stepping away, I glance over at the door. The street is quiet, but that doesn’t mean we have privacy. The lights are bright in here.

Any passing pedestrian could see what we’re doing.

“Come on.”

I take her hand and lead her into the back room, shutting the door so that no one can see us. There aren’t any cameras back here, no one to see my woman in all her perfection. She stares up at me with those beautifully innocent eyes, biting her lip in a way that somehow makes my cock grow even harder.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers.

I know she’s right. She and Jamie were once together.

I should throw the door open and tell her I’m sorry.

I overstepped and it will never happen again. But I can still taste her lips, still feel her body pressed against mine, as though my nerves are alight with the need to bring her closer to me again.

“You’re right,” I snarl.

I crash my lips against her again for another kiss. She gasps in shock and then settles into me, our lips fusing together. Her mouth opens and my tongue desperately seeks her, our bodies taking over, blotting away any doubts.

She whimpers as I slide my hand up her thigh.

I’m her predator, the only person who will ever touch her like this for the rest of her life… she’s my prey, mine, and the guilt drifts away as I come closer and closer to her sex.

I push my hand firmly against her mound, leaning back so I can see the effect of my touch. She trembles against my hand, staring up at me with her mouth in an O of surprise. I rub even harder, grinding the heel of my hand up and down against her sex.

“Oh my God,” she whispers. “Oh, oh, oh…”

“You sound so fucking sexy when you moan like that.”

I raise my hand to the waistband of her pants and then quickly fiddle with her button. I manage to get it loose and slip my hand down her panties, over her mound. She feels so hot already, and she gifts me with her warm wetness when I bring my fingertips to her slit.

“You’re soaked,” I growl.

She moans and nods as if she’s incapable of speaking. I push her harder against the door and then slide my finger into her tight hole. She gasps as I push my finger in deeper.

She’s so damn tight, making me think of how perfect she’ll feel when I slide my hard cock inside of her.

I begin to move my finger in and out. She rocks gently, but there’s still an air of apprehension around her, as though she’s not entirely sure what to do. That just drives me to even more feral obsession because I get to teach my queen.

I get to show her how sexy she is.

She pulses against me as I move my finger faster, grinding the heel of my hand against her clit with each motion. Her moans couldn’t be sexier if she actively tried…

They’re brimming with shock, as though each passage of my finger is driving her closer and closer to the edge. I can’t stop staring at her face, at the blush rising in her cheeks, my body stirs every time her eyes widen.

“That’s it,” I snarl, intoxicated by her wetness, her heat, how tight she feels. “You’re close. I can feel it. Come for me, Lori. Come for me now.”

I finger fuck her with even more force, letting out the beast inside of me, the howling animal who couldn’t stop now for anything.

I know this is wrong. We’re in public, even if there are two locked doors between us and the street… we’re still in public, and if Jamie knew what we were doing…

But the thoughts drift away when her moans get even higher in pitch. She grips onto my chest, her fingernails digging into me, as though she needs something to hold onto or she’ll collapse to the floor.

I savor the stinging contact of her nails against my chest, telling me how badly she wants this.

“I’m… I’m…”

She can’t finish her sentence as she melts for me. Her whole body trembles, her legs twitching as her pussy gets somehow tighter and wetter. I feel her hole pulsate around my finger, sweet cream gushing onto my palm.


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