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She grips her fingers into me again as her body shakes. “No way…”

Her head falls back as she whimpers. Her pussy tightens around my cock as her third orgasm hits her.

I groan, insanely turned on. She’s coming hard on my cock for the second time in two minutes, and holy shit, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Give me another one.”

She whimpers and yelps through her orgasm.

My resolve finally unravels. That pressure in my dick and balls is too much. I can’t hold off any longer.

I toss the vibrator aside and grip Ingrid’s hips with both hands and fuck her as hard as I can.

Liquid heat gathers at the base of my spine.

“Your pussy…” I mutter. “So fucking tight…so fucking good…”

The pleasure inside of me crests. I make it ten more seconds before I explode. I come so hard that my brain feels like it’s splintering into a million pieces.

All the muscles in my body tense. My blood pumps hot. I feel like I’m on fire, engulfed in flames of pleasure.

My vision blurs. As I start to come down, I slow down my movements.

It takes a few seconds of blinking before I can make out images again. The first thing I see is Ingrid gazing up at me, a pleasure-drunk smile on her beautiful face.

I lean down to kiss her, then slowly pull out of her.

I step off the bed and take off the condom, then pad across the room to the master bathroom and drop the used condom into the trashcan.

I lie back down on the bed, pull her to my chest, and kiss her.

“We’re definitely doing that again,” she murmurs against my lips. I grin.

My phone rings, but I ignore it. It stops, then immediately starts ringing again.

I break our kiss and tug a hand through my hair. “I should probably get that. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Ingrid says sweetly.

I slide off the bed and grab my pants from the floor. My phone stops ringing right as I dig it out of my pocket. A second later, it buzzes with a text.

When I skim the message from my mom, dread shoots through me.

Your dad just tried to break into the house.

Chapter 33

Ingrid

Del’s smile drops as he stares at his phone.

“Is everything okay?”

He doesn’t answer me. I sit up and notice the flash of panic in his eyes.

“Del, what’s wrong?”

His eyebrows crash together when he looks at me. “It’s my mom. She needs my help.”

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