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Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes. I shove my hand between my body and the mattress, blindly reaching for my clit. I’m already there, holy crap, and just—another—

I come on the third deep thrust, crying his name into the sheet, and he thunders to his own climax behind me, his whole body covering mine as he fucks me into the bed like a rutting animal.

My clit pulses and my whole pussy clenches around him as he spurts deep.

It’s filthy, and raunchy, and perfect.

He kisses the back of my neck once he regains his breath. “We’re going to be late for dinner. Heath is making spaghetti.”

“It was worth it.”

I’m still blushing as we get dressed again.

He carefully helps me into the nothing-but-lace underwear, then buttons up my cardigan. “I dreamed of this for a long time. I’m glad we got to be together in this room.”

I press up on my toes, kissing him softly on the mouth. “Me, too.”


Tags: Chloe Maine Erotic