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And I was all there for it.

All. There.

The only saving grace of our very public display of affection was the fact that the blow dryer was still going when he filled me all the way with his cock.

My scream was drowned out by the hand dryer, and eventually by his mouth, when he slammed it down on my own.

Then he was fucking me.

Rough and hard.

His hands gripped my ass, one finger so damn close to my asshole that he kept brushing it with each thrust of his hips.

My pussy clenched at the unfamiliar touch, and I nearly closed my eyes in embarrassment with how good it felt.

But there was something about the way his eyes were staring into mine that let me know he didn’t want me to close them. He wanted me to know exactly who it was that was fucking me.

I held his gaze as he fucked me thoroughly.

So hard.

Each of his thrusts felt like they were going straight to my soul.

I’d never really understood what the point of a “hard fuck” was.

I’d never really liked it.

Could never find a way to get into it.

But apparently, I’d just been doing that hard fucking with the wrong man.

This one, the one that I didn’t know the name of, definitely had the “hard fuck” down to a science.

He knew exactly what he was doing and was doing it very well.

If only I had a name…

“No names?” I gasped as I leaned forward and nipped his lip.

He groaned before squeezing my ass a bit tighter.

“Not this time, Mama,” he growled.

My heart fluttered hard in my chest, but I didn’t argue.

We both knew what this was.

Averyone-time thing.

“You gonna give it to me yet, Mama?” he asked.

Mama.

I kind of liked the “mama” thing.

It made me feel…cherished.

Fuck.

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