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Jesus…

“Are you okay?” I whispered as I battled the overwhelming urge to bury myself to the hilt inside her. Holding my weight up on one elbow, I cupped her cheek with my free hand and stroked her nose with mine, watching her face with lustful eyes. “Shan?” Pressing my forehead to hers, I released a shuddering breath. “Can I move yet?”

“Not…yet,” she breathed, digging her nails into my shoulder blades as she clung to my body.

“It’s okay,” I soothed, kissing her lips and then moving to her neck. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Johnny…” Her words broke off and she arched her hips upward, causing me to slide deeper inside her.

I couldn’t stop the groan that tore from my throat when she squeezed me harder and my balls tightened.

“I want you,” she whispered, slowly thrusting herself upward. “I want you to move in me.”

“You sure?” I croaked out, eyes glued to hers.

“Yeah, it’s good now.” Shannon smiled, cheeks flushed. “You feel good in me.”

Ah, fuck.

Exhaling a ragged breath, I leaned down and kissed her as I slowly pulled out before sinking back inside her, chest heaving with the effort it was taking to not come. “Is that okay?”

Moaning into my mouth, Shannon nodded and rocked her hips against mine as we built up a slow, gentle rhythm. Trailing my hand down her body, I hitched her thigh around my waist, causing us both to moan when the move made everything feel deeper, tighter, moreconnected.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, trembling beneath me. Releasing the death grip she had on my neck, she relaxed into the mattress and trailed her hands down my chest and over my sides. “You’re so beautiful.”

Jesus Christ, she was killing me. “You’re the beautiful one,” I growled, moving a little faster as the familiar swell of pleasure began to build. “Fuck,” I groaned, claiming her lips once more. “Shannon, I need… Fuck, I need—”

Bang, bang, bang…

“Johnny, love, Dad’s back with the Chinese. He got you chicken balls.”

No.

No.

Dear God, no!

“That bleeding music will deafen you.”

Did I lock the door?

Did I?

I couldn’t fucking remember!

“Johnny,” Shannon hissed, eyes wide in horror as she slapped at my chest. “Your door—”

“Don’t open the door!” I roared, abruptly pulling out of Shannon and then panicking when she winced in pain. “Oh shite, Shan, baby, are you okay?”

“The door,” Shannon choked out. “Stop the door.”

“Johnny, can you hear me, love?” Mam called out. “I’m coming in.”

“No!” I roared over the music. “Just fucking wait a second, please!”

“What are we going to do?” Shannon whimpered, flapping like a caged bird on my bed.

“I don’t know…” Shaking my head, I glanced around, feeling helpless. What a disaster. “Fuck!”

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