Page 87 of Four Times Taken

"What if someone sees us?" I tittered.

"Don't you like being watched?" His lips came down on mine as he pulled up my nightdress and removed his towel.

"Mmph," he groaned as he pushed into me. Greedy hands pulled the thin straps over my shoulders to reveal my breasts to him. My heart raced with excitement at the thought of passersby witnessing us. I buried my mouth in his neck to muffle my own moans.

"Shit." He shuddered, going crazy, bracing himself with his hand against the glass window as he pulled and pushed on that sweet spot until I'm crashing over him. Man, I loved being fucked through my climax. I lost all feeling in my body, losing all sense of my surroundings. My eyes rolled back, and the guttural sound built in my stomach until it threatened to pour out. But Matt's hand came down on my mouth, attempting to save me from myself. I squealed in response to the slight suffocation, and he swore as I fell apart around him, my body growing limp this time.

"Matt," I sobbed as he kept fucking me until I'm putty in his hands. Finally, he released me from this torturous pleasure and exploded inside me. The heat of his cum drove me mad, and I panted, shuddering through my next release.

"Babe," he breathed, kissing my cheek, my neck and shoulders before our lips made contact and brought our heartbeats back to normal. I'm liquid when I tried to walk, and he grinned at my wobbling legs. "It was that good?" he teased.

"What do you mean if it was that good? You know damn well how good it was," I said through my breaths.

He grinned. "I better get dressed and get going then."

"Damn, already?" I asked.

"Yeah. I want you to miss me." He groped my ass through my nightdress.

"Mm." I bit my lip. "I already do."

"Me too," he confessed. "I'll see you later?"

"If you're lucky." I pushed him away.

When I'm done giving Mom a bath and getting her into clean clothes, I put her back in front of the television. I can't tell if she's enjoying the comedies, but I catch her echoing back the words when she thinks she's on her own. At the very least, it's keeping her engaged and her mind active while I take a shower of my own and make a pitcher of something cold for Ethan to drink, along with a sandwich. It had taken me a couple of hours to sort Mom out, and he's still going at it. I kept taking excited peeks at the progress, and it's looking so good, I can't wait for my mom to see it. I was going to roll her on out there, but I'm more interested in having my man's attention all to myself.

"Hope you're hungry," I sang on my way out the door, dressed in the shortest shorts I could because Ethan was looking sizzling hot, and I needed to match. But he didn't hear me. He's bopping to music from his wireless headphones.

I snuck up behind him, stood on the balls of my feet, and tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't release an outright shriek, but he might as well have as he spun around, knocking the headphones off to hang around his neck.

"Oh, it's you," he gasped and grinned. "Hello, you." He looked me up and down appreciatively.

I shared my own look of appreciation, my cheeks on fire as I took him in.

"I was saying I hope you're hungry. I brought you something to eat," I said.

"Hmm." He growled low and deep. "Are you talking about you or..."

I laughed. "You can have me later." I nodded toward the refreshments placed on the small picnic table Eric and I had utilized on our first date.

"Oh!" His eyes lit up at the cold pitcher dripping with condensation. He smacked a kiss against my forehead, groaning. "Oh, I love you," he said on his way over to the refreshment. He stumbled but recovered. I froze, but my heart's all bouncing like my tits when I'm on one of their dicks. "So, I saw Matt leave earlier." He cleared his throat while pouring a drink. "What's that about? I came in earlier to ask you, but you were in the bathroom with your mother, and I know how stressful that can be, so I didn't want to disturb you."

Tilting my head at him, I met his eyes and smiled. "Are we going to just brush over what you just said?"

"What did I just say?" he asked over a bite of his sandwich, his eyes twinkling with joy.

"You know what you said." I looked down and brushed back my hair from my face. "Unless you didn't mean it, then we can just forget you said it." I shrugged. "You've done a great job with the yard." I nodded. "My mom will love it. Dang it. There I go saying the word."

He grinned. "Oh, that." He smiled before pulling his phone from his jeans pocket and putting the headphones aside.

To my surprise and instant cringe, music started playing. "Uh... what's happening?" My brows rose to the top of my swelling forehead.

He started singing.

"Oh no! Not you too!" I covered my face and backed away, but he grinned, chasing me and pulling me into his arms. He's rocking me and crooning into my ears. He had an actual melody to his voice, so that's not the unbearable part. He laughed harder at my tightness. "Come on, dance with me."

I listened to the female singer and the lyrics. My mouth fell open. "Is that Taylor Swift?"

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