Page 80 of The Romance Library

As I filled her up, we both moaned loudly.

‘You okay?’ I checked in.

‘God, yeah. More.’ She dug her nails into my arse.

I plunged into her deeper, thrusting harder. This felt so fucking good that if I died right now, I’d go a happy man.

The faster we rocked on the bed, the louder it creaked.

‘This bed isn’t made for sex,’ she said breathlessly.

‘Don’t care,’ I said, lifting her legs over my shoulders so I could go deeper.

Just as I was driving into her again, a loud banging noise sounded from underneath us. Seemed like someone in the room below was banging their ceiling with something like a broom.

‘Shit,’ Jessica said. ‘I didn’t realise there was someone staying there tonight. I’m so close. I don’t want to stop.’

‘I don’t care if we wake up the whole town,’ I growled. ‘I’m not stopping.’ I thrust into her harder. ‘I’m going to keep fucking you until you see stars and I won’t stop a second sooner.’

This bed, however, sounded like it was seconds away from falling through the ceiling, which was a bigger issue.

I turned towards the balcony doors, then had an idea.

‘I’m going to pull out in a second.’

‘What?’

‘Don’t worry. We’re not done yet. I’m just worried about this bed. Let’s do it on that rocking chair. Okay?’

‘Oh, okay.’

‘How do you feel about doing something a little more risqué?’ I asked.

‘Like what?’

‘Yes or no?’

‘Yes.’ She smiled, her eyes filled with mischief.

I pulled out, jumped up, went to the balcony doors, pulled the curtains back, slid the doors wide open, then put the rocking chair right in front of it.

‘Come here.’ I sat on the chair, then patted my lap. ‘Turn your back to me, then sit on my cock.’

Jessica grinned, then lowered herself onto me, groaning as I gripped her hips and filled her up again.

‘Sex with a sea view,’ I said as we rocked in the chair. Releasing one of my hands, I started rubbing my thumb against her clit.

‘Oh fuck,’ she panted. ‘That feels… ohhh. Don’t stop. Please.’

As she rode my cock, the rocking chair tipping forward and backwards in time to our thrusts, I dialled up the rhythm and started circling her sensitive nub.

Jessica’s head tipped backwards, her nails digging into my thighs.

I felt her clenching around me and knew she was close.

‘That’s it, Jessica,’ I growled into her ear. ‘Let yourself go. Come for me.’

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