Page 142 of Before I Loved You

“I think it does.” I tear her panties off in one go, loving the gasp that escapes her, and then release my painfully hard cock from my pants, rubbing just the tip between her wet center. “I think the idea of someone seeing you being claimed by me makes you wetter every second. Would you agree?”

She nods eagerly. But she takes me by surprise, taking one of my hands and placing it over her mouth.

I chuckle. “Scared you’re going to be too loud?”

She looks over her shoulder at me and, against the palm of my hand, remarks, “Make me scream, big guy.”

Locking eyes with her, there’s no hesitation as I thrust inside her in one go. I feel her clench around me as she moans into my hand, bracing the wall for support as her head falls back against my chest.

My free hand wraps around her waist, seizing her against my body as I quicken my pace, slamming into her in a frenzy.

“Mmm, yes,” she moans into my hand.

“You take my cock like such a good fucking girl.” My lips brush against her neck before I bite down, sucking on her skin. I reach into the top of her dress, finding one of her hardened nipples ready for me to twist and pinch over and over again before eventually doing the same to the other one.

She’s panting persistently, chest heaving, by the time I remove my hand.

I wonder if I could make her come from nipple play alone. I’ll find out another day, though. That’s for damn sure.

I reach around her, sliding my hand down her dress and beneath the fabric to get where I want to be. Steadily, with the palm of my hand, I begin to circle her clit faster and harder, giving her the pressure she needs to send her body over the edge.

Her body molds against mine, shuddering beneath my touch. I can feel her legs shaking as she pushes her ass against me as hard as she can, keeping pace with me. “That’s my girl.” She continues picking up speed. “Fuck, Sarah, you feel so damn good. Your sweet pussy was made for me and only me.”

The praise is all she needs to come undone. Her back arches into me as she screams into my hand, biting down on my skin. My release quickly follows her own as my balls tighten almost painfully before spilling inside her.

My forehead rests against her shoulder as I continue holding her up for support, listening to her panting breaths matching my own.

“I’ve got you.”

“You always do,” she breathes.

I press a kiss on her cheek. “We should get out of here before someone comes looking for us. I would have to kill anyone who saw you like this.” I slide out of her, tucking myself back inside my pants, wishing we had more time for another round.

She laughs softly.

“You think I’m joking?”

“No, I know you’re not. That’s why I’m laughing. You’re crazy.”

“Only for you.”

Reaching for the hem of her dress, I pull down the fabric, confirming it fully covers her ass. I watch as she smooths out her hair and fixes her lipstick, her cheeks holding a rosy sheen.

She looks like she was thoroughly fucked.

But most importantly, she looks like she’s mine.

Taking her hand, I open the door and walk out casually. A few people nearby turn their attention toward us, but I keep walking until we get back to the kitchen to get Sarah some water and then continue our journey to the front room couch so she can get off her feet.

I know she’s perfectly healthy, as stated by her doctor at every appointment, but after the workout I just gave her, I want to ensure she’s hydrated and rested.

We’re sitting for only a few minutes when I hear a blood-curdling scream and instinctively jump up, blocking Sarah from whatever threat is nearby. However, when my eyes catch on the bottom of the stairs, where the sound came from, my heart plummets with a harsh force.

Vanessa is lying unconscious on the last step as Natalie hovers over her, frantically trying to wake her up.

“What’s going on?” Sarah asks, unable to see around me.

I turn toward her. “Stay here. Don’t move.”

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