Page 81 of Ten Hammers

Her pussy is slick and I slide right in. With her ass in the air, she’s at the perfect angle to be fucked hard, and it doesn’t take more than a few frantic thrusts before we’re both coming together. Our shouts of pleasure are probably loud enough for the others to hear, even at the other side of the house.

“I want to stay inside you forever.” My voice is low and raspy now.

Hers is, too, when she replies, “Then do. Let’s stay like this. They can finish the reno around us.” She sighs deeply. “Screw the hater paparazzi and their stupid photos. God, I feel amazing.”

The smirk tugs at my lips, refusing to be denied. My girl was sex-drunk with Gun, but it seems I’ve taken it to a whole ‘nother level.

I straighten and run my hands over that perfect ass before pulling out. We both shudder when I do. Then I lower my head and press one kiss to each of those voluptuous cheeks.

“Deez!” She sounds embarrassed.

I do it again. “I’m in love with your ass because it is your ass, Winnie Wainwright, and I’m in love with you.”

I give her ass another nibble and expect her to laugh or groan or anything. “Fuck, Win, I want to spread these sweet cheeks and run my tongue along–”

I realize suddenly that she’s completely silent. Frozen.

It was the L word, wasn’t it? Well, shit. I didn’t mean to say I loved her like that. Or at all.

Everyone knows right after you fuck is the wrong time to tell a girl you love her for the first time. Especially when you’re doing it for the first time.

She doesn’t say anything back.

Fuck.

She clears her throat. “Well. We should probably get dressed before… you know. This becomes a show with a live audience.”

“Probably a good idea,” I agree. Mostly to put any other words between us than my ill-fated I love you.

I help her up. Pick up and pass back her sexy-as-fuck yellow panties. Then, with our backs turned to each other by unspoken agreement, we each put our own clothes on.

“I’m starting to feel like a bit of a nympho,” she admits with an embarrassed chuckle. There’s the sound of fabric against skin. “But I really, really, really like having sex.”

Obviously I’m thrilled that she’s a fan of sex, but I’m not sure what to say now.

I said I was in love with her and she says back something is basically telling me I’m one of ten guys that she really, really likes having sex with?

She’s definitely not choosing me.

“Well.” I pause to swallow the ridiculous emotion I don’t want her to hear in my voice. “You’ve got a lot of ready and willing bodies to give you all the sex you want, peach. So… any time you get an itch, all you’ve gotta do is ask.”

I’m so glad she can’t see my face right now. I probably look like I’ve swallowed one of Cruz’s nasty work boots.

“I know,” she says. “I just don’t want it to seem like I’m in this just to cock-hop. It’s not just about the sex.”

“Too bad,” I tease. “Because if it was just about the sex, I’d automatically be your favorite Hammer. I’m pretty sure I’m the best in bed.”

Should I add that I usually have more staying power?

I sneak a peek over my shoulder. She’s dressed and fixing her overall straps now.

“Well, I’ve never had you in a bed, so I can’t comment on that,” she says, and her tone is teasing too.

She turns around and our eyes meet. And I can’t stop my fucking mouth, again.

“Winnie, I didn’t tell you I’m in love with you just because we had sex.”

She looks down quickly, adjusting a strap on her overalls.

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