Page 81 of Boss with Benefits

She wrapped her legs around me and raised up her hips. I gripped my aching cock and guided it to her opening. My tip slid easily into her slit, which was slick and ready. I ground my teeth, my breathing labored as I tried to resist my swirling orgasm.

Without warning, Rachel sank her palms into my ass and slammed me into her depths.

"Holy fuck!" I cried out, trying desperately to hold back. "Don't move. Don't fucking move."

Rachel looked into my eyes, her face flushed, and if I wasn't already totally in love with her, I'd fall all over again. She was so gorgeous, and I swore I could see her soul gazing into mine.

Damn, that was cheesy, but that's what it felt like.

I pulled out, bit by bit, her pussy tight around my cock, then I pushed back in on a shaky breath, my strokes slow and laborious, dancing with the devil of delight.

"I love it when you're so turned on," she whispered in my ear. My balls constricted, my cock desperate to blow.

"Fuck," I groaned. "Don't say that shit. I can't take it."

"Lower your weight on me," she said, but I faltered, holding myself up on my elbows. "I want your pelvis rubbing my clit as you pound me with that huge cock."

I dropped my weight on her, pressing her into the carpet as I pumped my cock, our hips moving in a wild rhythm. It was raw and animalistic, a dance of need and desperation.

Every thrust, every moan, pushed me closer to the edge, the tension building, the tidal wave of sensation threatening to drown me.

"Yes, Derrick," she panted, her hips rocking fiercely. "I love you so fucking much. Yes! Oh God! I’m coming!"

With a guttural roar, I followed her over the edge, shattering into a million pieces. Rachel cried out, the little muscles in her pussy squeezing me as she came, and I almost blacked out, my orgasm all-consuming.

When every drop was out of me, every tremble from my orgasm spent, I collapsed beside her, my chest heaving. She curled into me, her breath warm against my skin.

As the room came back into focus and the heat of the moment faded, her fevered words slid into my mind.

I love you so fucking much...

I almost laughed, wanting so badly to believe it. But Rachel was impulsive, and she spoke before she thought. I stroked her hair as she gently kissed my chest. I stared at her, afraid, but needing to know.

"Rachel, did you mean–"

The door to the chapel swung open, and I quickly scooted us closer to the chairs, hoping the person was in the wrong room and would leave.

"I see your bare ass, bro," Valeria said, a smile in her voice. "I gotta admit I'm impressed with you two. Doing it in a church."

"It's a hospital chapel," I grumbled, yanking my boxers and joggers up my legs and tossing Rachel her dress.

"Same diff, you dirty dog."

Rachel gathered her dress in her arms and stood up. Of course, she wasn't shy.

"Hey, Val." She smiled widely. "What's up?"

"Nice tits," Val said, then added, "Mom's awake."

39

RACHEL

The bright lights in the hospital hallway cast a harsh glow, making everything surreal, including what just happened in the chapel. We'd been consumed in a fever dream of lust and need and anguish. But it wasn't a dream. How did I know? Because of the wonderful soreness between my legs, an erotic reminder of being with Derrick.

I shake my head, images of moments ago crashing into me. Had I just gotten gloriously fucked by Derrick Jacques? Um, hell yeah, I did.

Oh God. My palms press against my cheeks, suddenly burning with embarrassment, remembering…

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