Page 79 of The Woman with the Wallet

“Yeah,” she whispered.

She crawled up the bed as I grabbed and slipped on the condom before joining her.

She didn’t even wait for me to reach for her, just climbed over to straddle me, lifting up, then reaching between us to guide my cock before sliding down.

Her head fell back with a throaty moan as she took me to the base, her pussy tightening automatically, dragging a groan out of me as my hips jerked up instinctively. A gasp escaped Max at that, making me wonder for a split second if I’d hurt her until her hips wiggled, wanting more of it.

“Ride me, sugar,” I demanded, my fingers sinking into her hips.

She didn’t need more encouragement than that.

She didn’t even start slow.

No, she rode me hard and fast, sweat beading up on her skin, her tits bouncing, her moans loud and frequent.

“Love watching you fuck me,” I told her, my hips starting to rock up into her as her own movements began to get more erratic and her pussy tightened around me, getting close. “That’s it, baby, squeeze my cock,” I said as the orgasm moved through her, making her fall forward into me, crying out her release into my neck as my hips kept rocking, dragging it out until she was just dead, trembling weight on top of me.

But I wasn’t done.

Not just yet.

I rolled her onto her back and claimed her lips. Hard. Hungry.

As much as some part of me wanted to give her more slow and sweet, to show her an intimacy that I imagined she’d never felt before. But my own need for release had too much of a grip on me.

So I fucked her how I needed, how I already knew she liked it. Hard and fast. Whispering dirty things in her ear, telling her how good she was taking me.

Until she was tensing again, until her pussy was a vice grip before she started to clutch around me as she came.

Afterward, when I came back from the bathroom, I found she’d already rolled over to the far end of the bed, back to me, ready to slowly erect those damn walls again.

But we were beyond that.

We were working on building something new for both of us.

So I scooted right over there with her, curling my legs up behind hers, my arm over her waist, and my face in her hair.

And that was how we slept.

Until Chuck’s racket woke us up early the next morning.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Max

Waking up in Miko’s arms was like a physical manifestation of that tight, warm sweater sensation I’d been feeling around him more and more.

“What is that?” I grumbled, annoyed at the noises coming from the common area that I had a feeling was going to force us to untangle and climb out of bed.

“That is Chuck,” Miko reminded me as he pressed a kiss to my neck. “Who is hopefully not burning down my apartment,” he added, grumbling as he rolled away from me and got off the other side of the bed.

Alone, I couldn’t bring myself to move yet. I knew that as soon as I did, the real world would come rushing back, and I would lose whatever this feeling was.

The closest thing I could compare it to was the first night that Megs and I could afford a hotel room. With a lock to keep everyone out. With a heater to keep us warm. With running water to wash away the filth.

It was comfort and security.

I never wanted to let it go.

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