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Yvette’s knees fell open, making her intentions clear.

“Already?” Alex asked, still teasing, still gentle, though the hard cock against her leg was anything but gentle.

“Je veux te faire jouir,” she said. She saw his forehead wrinkle as he tried to parse her words.

She laughed.

That probably hadn’t been part of his language classes.

“I want to make you come,” she repeated, this time in English.

“Fuck, yes,” he said. This time, he didn’t need to ask her where the condoms were. He’d brought one with him. He quickly rolled it on, then leaned forward between her splayed open legs.

His cock lined up with her pussy. The pleasure, as he entered her, was indescribable. Better even than his mouth on her, and a few minutes earlier she could have sworn nothing could ever feel better than that.

He stopped when he was deep inside her.

He feels it, too.

This pressure.

This pleasure.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice husky.

Nodding, Yvette raised her head and kissed him, showing him with her tongue exactly what he needed him to do with his cock. Alex took the hint. His cock pistoned in and out of her body, and with every thrust she was pulled closer and closer to a second—even stronger—orgasm.

“I’m going to come, Yvette,” Alex breathed, his jaw tense.

He’s holding himself back.

For me.

“Oui. Oui…” She ended the words on a ragged groan, her vision turning black for an instant as the orgasm took over her entire world. And even through the strongest orgasm of her life, she still felt the tension in his body, the way he held himself tight as a bow until, seconds later, he finally let himself go, baring his teeth and roaring out his pleasure as his cock drilled even deeper inside her.

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Yvette

Yvette woke up to the smell of coffee and …

Bacon?

It was one of her favorite foods in the world, so there was always a package of bacon in her fridge, though she rarely allowed herself to eat it.

The memories of the previous night rolled in like a freight train. The good ones—Alex on his knees in front of her, his tongue bringing her to the most spectacular orgasm. Then a second, even more intense orgasm, with Alex inside her. Then the bad ones—Pierre and the love affair.

The red numbers on her alarm clock flashed. Six-thirty-one.

Sighing, she got out of bed. She reached for her comfy bathrobe, then at the last instant saw Alex’s dress shirt on the floor and decided to put that on instead. She did up two buttons, just enough to hold it together, and rolled up the sleeves until she could see her wrists. It fell to her thighs, almost as long as her bathrobe would have, but knowing it’d been on him made her feel warm inside.

Alex was in her kitchen, leaning over the hob in his black dress pants.

Just his black dress pants.

Yvette felt her cheeks heat as she noticed the long scratches on his back

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