Page 3 of Butterfly Effect

“I know. I’m big.” The glass beading on the fabric bit the skin of my palms as I bunched it higher over her bare torso, my free hand reaching between those long legs. A slick warmth brushedmy fingertips through her panties. “And you’re not wet enough yet.”

“That’s ‘cause you don’t have any idea what?—”

She swallowed her words when my mouth swept down the column of her throat, tasting more and more of the delicate skin. Between how soft she felt and getting hit with that damn flowery smell, I felt dizzy.

I swiped the strip of fabric covering her aside, pushing her up the door until her knees hooked over my hips. When I circled her clit, she squirmed and whimpered.

“What’s that? Not so mouthy now, huh?” One finger prodded into her little pussy, gliding in and out until her arousal coated me down to the knuckle. “There you go.” I rubbed and tapped the sensitive spot inside her until she clamped and pulsed around me. “We’re gonna make it fit.”

Gabe bit back a pleasured hum and tore at the hair on my nape in response, notching our faces together and forcing eye contact. “Get inside me. Now.”

The swollen head of my cock rested at her entrance, waiting for one last reply. Her cheeks burned with a rising flush.

“Do you like it rough, Gabe? Or do you want me to hold back and ride you in slow-fucking-motion?”

“Jesus Christ.” She threw her head back, annoyed. “The speeches are on soon! Let’s fucking go.” Her wiggle spread those legs wider in an attempt to get herself off.

Not on my watch.If anyone gets her off, it’ll be me.

“Rough, it is.”

She agrees silently with a nod.

“Say it.”

“Go rough.”

We gasped together as I drove in the first time and again when I started moving. In and out, in and out, her dripping cunt wrapping me so tight, I could hardly breathe.

I moaned her name into the crook of her neck, a needy plea for confirmation that she felt what I did.

The door rattled with the increased speed, unraveling the rest of my restraint as her quiet whines got louder and louder with each subsequent thrust.

“Oh, God,” she panted. “Wade.”

The mask might as well have disintegrated into thin air.

“You feel so fucking good,” I whispered into her mouth. “Kiss me.”

She repeated a moan in response but didn’t kiss me.

“Kiss me so we can both come,” I grated out with another slam, then slid a finger over her swollen clit. “Good girls listen. You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Gabe?”

“Don’t you ever shut up?” The question contrasted the needy pull that drew our lips together.

A hum vibrated between us, the harsh sweeps of our tongues tipping us over. We let go with a shared scream as I bottomed out, dick pulsing inside her. My hands roamed, caressing every inch of her within reach, absorbing every sensation of the moment, not wanting it to end.

Gabe tapped my shoulder to be released, and I obeyed, removing myself and the condom.

“Fucking incredible.” I sighed.

She inhaled sharply, a lopsided, unimpressed smile coloring her face. “I’ve had better.”

Outrageous.

“The fuck you have.”

Her dress hem returned to its place above her knees. “It was too fast. You could use some endurance training.”

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