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Cora arched her back. Her breasts pressed against his thighs. He reached down and took her nipple through the material between his thumb and index finger and rolled the hard bead.

Looking down at her mouth, taking his cock, he found her looking up at him. He curled his fingers in her hair. He about shot his load in her mouth.

The view of her kneeling in front of him, taking him in her mouth, looking all innocent and sexy was the best feeling. He brought his hand around and stroked her cheek with his thumb, feeling his hard cock each time she sucked him deeper.

She pulled back, plunged, and kept up the rhythm. He rocked to his toes.

His cock pulsed. Reaching down, he rounded his shoulders and lengthened his arms, picking up her breasts and bringing them higher.

Her breasts, through her shirt, skimmed his balls. He plunged into her mouth.

"That's it, babe." He held her breasts together.

Cora leaned back. He lost his hold on her.

Panting, needing her back, he watched as she removed the shirt and cupped her breasts, pushing them together, offering her body to him.

He slipped his cock between the mounds and, using the spit from her mouth, rubbed himself back and forth.

"Fuck, that's good." He cupped the back of her neck, bringing her head forward.

Because of the size of her breasts, she could only manage to get the tip of his cock between her lips each time he thrust forward.

Three more thrusts, and he pulled his hips back. Cora gasped, but he reached for his vest, grabbed his wallet, and removed a condom. Dropping everything on the bench except the protection, he rolled it on himself.

Then, he picked her up and turned her until her back faced him. "Bend over."

Cora leaned and braced her hands on the wooden bench running the length of the lockers. He stepped up and parted her pussy lips, sliding inside her wet vagina.

He wrapped his right arm around her hip and put his hand between her legs from the front, finding her clit. While he rocked inside of her, back and forth, in and out, he circled the tiny nub.

Cora's thighs jiggled.

She bounced each time he flicked her clit.

Grounding against her, he took her deeper, faster until she pushed off the bench and tried to stand.

Her back arched. He cupped her breasts with both hands and fucked her hard. The tightness of her legs squeezing down on his cock got his rocks off. His balls throbbed as spasm after spasm milked him of everything he had.

Cora's body convulsed as she orgasmed. He held her upright and took most of her weight as her legs weakened. He slipped out of her and caught his breath.

"Well..." She laughed as she sucked in air. "That was hot."

He chuckled and slapped her naked ass. "You started it."

"You finished it." She picked up the tank and slipped it back over her head. "Daisy and Bane are probably wondering what we're doing."

"They're probably doing the same thing we are." He straightened his beard and then removed the condom.

Once he threw it away, he led her to the pool. "Do you know how to swim?"

"Mm-hm."

He wrapped her in his arms and jumped with her into the pool. They both came up, gasping for air. Tonight hadn't turned out like she'd wanted, but at least he'd taken her mind off her brother.

If Jeff Albright decided to ghost Cora, Wire would hunt the fucker down. Nobody was going to hurt his girl.

Chapter Thirty Two

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