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“Would you like me to spank you? Make the cheeks of your heart-shaped ass light up?” She moans and then squeezes her thighs again. “I’ll make them nice and pink, just warm enough that when I fuck your tight little ass, I’ll feel the warmth from your spanking against my skin.”

She groans and closes her eyes. “Would you like that, baby? Me fucking your perfect little hole, after I spank you into a blinding orgasm, then follow it up by stuffing you full of my cock until you come again? Is that what you want?”

Her entire body is squirming against me. With a quick glance in both directions, and my ear to the door where her friends are, I make a decision. I need her, now. Loosening my pants and zipper I pull out my cock. It’s as hard as a hammer and just as ready to pound. I push down Gillian’s pants enough that I can wedge my dick straight into her wet cunt. Her head flies back and smacks against the wall. Shit, I couldn’t hold her and protect her head. She’s going to feel that tomorrow.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“No, fuck me,” she says far too loud.

“Shhh, they’ll hear you.”

I pull back my hips and slam home pressing her harshly into the wall. Her pants are pulled tight above my cock and rub against the skin at every pass into her wet sheath. She starts moaning loud. I cover her mouth with mine and kiss the daylights out of her, stealing her sounds. They’re all for me anyway. It doesn’t take long for me to pound an orgasm out of her. The liquor mixed with her desire made her hair-trigger.

Listening close, I can hear the women on the other side of the door only a few feet away. They are talking about the movie they have playing and seem to be pretty involved with it. Once Gillian comes down from her orgasm I pull out. She whimpers until I set her feet down on the ground push her pajamas and underwear completely down and cover her pussy with my mouth shoving my tongue way up inside. She clasps onto my hair and looks wildly around the hallway. At any moment, anyone could walk down this hallway and yes, it would be embarrassing, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ve got my woman’s sweet pussy all over my face and her sugary nectar from coming around my dick, all over my tongue. There is absolutely nothing like her taste, and the desire I experience from touching her, tasting her, being with her.

After soaking up her cream I stand, turn her around and push her feet wide. “Chase…” she warns. “Someone could come.”

“Someone is going to come,” I growl into her ear before I hammer into her from behind in one long stroke. “Me!” I promise and she moans, then bites her lip bruising the sweet flesh.

This position doesn’t allow me to go as deep as I’d like but being able to see her pert ass and play with her little hole is enough to have me almost ready to shoot my load deep within her. I fuck her hard for a series of strokes, making sure she’s close and then I lick my thumb twist it around her tiny rosette and on a particularly strong thrust, plow my thumb straight into her warm ass. She cries out, not being able to stop herself. At this point I’m too far gone to care. My balls are aching with the need to come, my dick so hard and fat inside her I’m losing my mind, taken to a place of sheer ecstasy with every penetrating thrust. Gillian mewls softly as I fuck both her entrances, wanting her to feel me for the rest of the evening, knowing that I took her good, and would continue to take her whenever and wherever the fuck I want. There is nothing she can do about it either. She is as powerless to the lust raging between us as I am.

“Get there,” I tell her. “Put your hand between your legs and twist that little clit the way I would. Don’t be shy. I want to see you touch yourself. Makes me so hard, baby.”

She does what I ask, bringing one of her hands between her legs, the other holding her up against the wall. When she hits the spot her hips buck wildly. “That’s it, stroke yourself for me. Show me how much you like me fucking you right here, where anyone can come down the hallway can see your naked ass and pussy being taken.” She drops her head and pushes back into my strokes. That makes me insanely hot.

I watch her hand move, in a blur, between her legs, her chest heaving with the movements of her pussy and ass taking me in over and over. Then her body tightens, the telltale sign that she’s about to have one mother of an orgasm. I fuck her faster, pounding into her flesh until she places both hands against the wall only able to take the pounding movements. Her pussy is stretching wide over the fat head of my cock as I plow in and out. With a twist of my pelvis, I hold her hips and slam home. And that’s when we both lose it. Shaking with the effort of our combined release. Her pussy milks my cock with tight compression and releasing motions until I’m essentially milked dry.

She leans her head against the wall, and I kiss her neck, push away her sweaty hair, and lick up the white column. Her body responds with another strong clamp and release before I pull out, tucking my softening cock back into my pants and button up. As I lean down to pick up her panties and pajamas I can see my cum sliding down her leg. The sight sends a flicker of lust back into my dick. I love seeing my mark on her, knowing that a piece of me is inside of her for days. Makes me want to fuck her all over again and fill her full to the brim so that she’ll never be without me.

Pushing my piggish ways aside, I sop up between her legs with the handkerchief I have in my pocket then help her back into her clothes. Once I turn her around, she has that beautiful, fully satisfied look that I strive to put on her face every day.

“I love fucking you,” she says drunkenly.

I rub my nose alongside hers and get close. “I believe it was me who was fucking you,” I grin and snatch up a kiss of her sweet mouth. “But, I agree. I love fucking you, too.”

This time she kisses me softly and then stops abruptly. A whimsical lilting voice singing comes from the doorway. “She’s singing. I have to hear it!” Gillian pushes at my chest and runs into the room where her friends are.

I peak in and Bree is singing an incredibly beautiful rendition of “Wild Horses” a cappella. Kathleen and Maria lock waists with my girl and start to sway along with the song.

Gillian has so quickly become my world. But her friends are a package deal. I look at each woman seeing the undying love for one another. It’s a true sisterhood. The same way I feel about my cousins, Carson, Craig, and Chloe. Cooper, on the other hand, can go to hell.

These women, though, are true friends who love my woman. With time, I’ll get used to sharing her with them. Today will be the first step. I turn away and head back to my office across the way, but this time I leave the door completely open. If she needs me, I’ll be here, but I think she’s fine with her girls.

Time to finish the plans for operation make Gillian my wife and fool a madman.

Chapter Nine

Gillian

“Gillian, dear heart, please, come in. I can’t express how disturbed I was to hear of your abduction. I’m relieved to see that you’re okay.” Dr. Madison pulls me into his warm embrace. Chase clears his throat behind me and I smile. Possessive doesn’t even begin to describe my man. Dr. Madison pulls back, holding me at arm’s length. “I see we still have the strapping, young lad to ensure your honor.” He looks over my shoulder. “Welcome, Mr. Davis. Do come in.”

“I was planning on it,” he growls before curving me into his side and leading me over to the long couch. I look longingly over at my favorite, fluffy, individual chair, but don’t say anything.

Chase has an issue with how good-looking Dr. McHottie is as well as how much this man knows about me. More than any man, but in a very different way than Chase. I do find it mildly entertaining that Chase is jealous over my shrink. My doctor has never been anything but perfectly professional over the past few years. Never once has he tried to hit on me or make any overtures other than concern for my well-being. It has taken us years to get to a greeting hug. That was actually part of my therapy. Touch. Letting a man touch me, even platonically, used to set my panic-o-meter flaring, but I worked through it with Dr. Madison. To this day, I have him to thank for the fact that I’m even able to have any form of romantic relationship.

Dr. Madison sits in a chair across from the couch. I suspect he does couples’ therapy in this part of his office.

“I imagine you want to talk about what happened to you in the past three weeks? Being kidnapped on your wedding day, Chase’s mother being murdered in front of you, then being held against your will in captivity is a lot for anyone to take on,” he starts and I nod. Chase tightens his hold around my arm, his fingers digging into my shoulder. The doctor notices it. “And for you Chase, this has to be equally hard, losing your mother in that way, your fiancée taken from you. Not knowing where she was for all those days.” He grunts an affirmative sound and looks away, neither of us wanting to bring light to everything that has happened.

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