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“You said it was my turn,” I replied through clenched teeth.

“Do you want your orgasm or not?” He tilted his head to the side. “Unless you want something else? Maybe my social security number?”

“Will you make me crawl across the floor again?”

“No. I’ll make you take off your dress.”

“Why?”

“I want to see your body.” He leaned down, bending straight at the hips. “I didn’t get a good view of it last time.”

“You got a better view of me than I did of you.”

“Are you saying you want to be blindfolded again?”

“I want an orgasm.”

“Have it your way, princess.”

“I will—” But my breath was cut off as he curled his fingers into my hair and wrenched me backward.

In a flash, he had my skirt hiked up to my thighs. I gasped as he shoved his finger deep inside of me. It was so long, it hit every part of me. How did he manage to get in so deep?

I gasped as the second finger joined the first.

With his other hand, Sas let go of my hair and grabbed me around the waist, lifting me, positioning me so he could get even deeper. How was that possible?

He went to his knees and rested the backs of my thighs on the front of his. He plunged his fingers deep and hard and fast into me. He beat his knuckles against my clit. Fuck, I was so close to orgasming.

“Do you want to come, princess?”

It wasn’t a want, but a need. A fuse burning all the way to the bomb and about to detonate. I nodded, not trusting my words.

“Come, princess.” He slipped a third finger into me, and my pussy stretched.

I arched my back, my pussy aching, but I didn’t want him to stop. He fucked me hard and fast with his fingers.

“You gonna come, princess?” he asked.

I nodded, wheezing through my clenched teeth. He never slowed how he drove his fingers into me. He kept such a rapid pace, punching my clit in the process. Pain slid over me, numbed by the pleasure that sent me falling back against the dingy lounge floor and screaming my orgasm to the tiled ceiling.

Sas didn’t stop. Never slowed. His fucking didn’t falter.

His fingers scraped my womb, and I was sure he would draw blood. Maybe that was exactly what he wanted.

But that was my last thought as another wave of pleasure crashed hard into me.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

SAS

With Adelina on the floor,her legs sprawled over my thighs and her pussy juices on my fingers, I pulled them out. Her chest heaved, and her pussy lips clenched and unclenched. They were hungry for more.

I knew she wouldn’t be a one—or two—and done kinda girl.

My cock wanted to find its home, and when I undid my pants, it sprang free. The head already beaded with precum. I pressed the crown to her pussy lips. The bead of my semen slipped off the tip and between her lips. Adelina wiggled, impatient and still coming down from her last orgasm. The pressure on my cock almost sent me tumbling. I wouldn’t be that easy. I jerked into her, and she mewled.

I pushed her back as her pussy took me. Her head was tipped back, scalp rubbing against the lounge floor, and the long column of her neck exposed. I bet she never thought she would be fucked in the restroom at her father’s hotel.

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