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“You will? I … oh…”

He’d tapped her feet apart and slid his fingers up her inner thigh to her panties. She was warm and soft, and when he pushed the material aside and found her entrance, she was damp too.

“Wyatt,” she gasped.

“Shh.” He smiled. “Let me touch you. Let me make you come.”

“Oh, but…” A horn honked.

“I’m a quick worker.” He filled her with two fingers and pressed the heel of his hand over her clit. “Trust me.”

She groaned and her eyelids half closed.

Determination gripped him. He wouldn’t let her leave without being reminded just how good he could make her feel.

“That’s it,” he said, “forget everything else. There’s just me and you, here in this room.” He rocked his hand, stimulating her clit and delving higher into her pussy.

She gripped him with her internal muscles, and a shivering breath left her chest.

He found her mouth again, and set up a fast, firm rhythm with his hand, finger-fucking her with dogged determination. His cock ached, straining against his jeans, and his heart rate picked up.

“Oh, please…” she murmured. “Oh…”

Her knees gave a little.

He pressed into her harder, lodging her between his body and the wall.

“Wyatt. I can’t … I can’t stand up for this.”

“I’ve got you. And I’m not stopping until you come.”

She gripped his upper arms, her fingers clawing him.

“So come,” he said.

The rumble of bikes echoed around the room. Rambo was barking.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered. “I’m going to be having hot fucking dreams, wet fucking dreams, until I see you next.”

She was panting now as she stared into his eyes.

“And I’m gonna act out all of those dreams in Pierce. You’re gonna be begging for a break from pleasure when I’m done with you.” Her arousal dampened his palm. “You’ll forget your own damn name.”

Her muscles were tense, and a few specks of perspiration dotted her brow.

“Come,” he said. She wasn’t quite there, so he had to keep up the pace and pressure. “I want to feel you, watch you.” With his free hand, he cupped her face and stared into her wide eyes. “Look at me.”

She bucked against him now, riding his hand as she stared up at his face.

He was sure pre-cum was leaking from his slit. But this wasn’t about him. It was about her, about her knowing that he was damn good for her and knew exactly what she needed in a guy.

“Don’t stop.” She gasped. “Oh … I’m…”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Belle, get your ass out here.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.


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