Page 85 of Walking Red Flag

He was dripping sweat, and I’d lost count two hundred jumps ago, when he finally looked over.

He didn’t look surprised to see me, and his knowing smile let me know that he’d known I was there all along.

“Something I can help you with?” he teased.

I licked my lips, then lifted my shirt and started to tunnel my hands down my pants. “No, I’m just going to watch…”

His eyes focused on my hand, and then he was abandoning the rope and walking toward me.

I didn’t miss the bulge in his pants as he came stalking my way.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

My fingers met my pussy, and I found my wetness—our wetness.

I still hadn’t wiped him out of me.

I liked it.

Wanted it there.

He reached me, and without much thought, hit the button to close the garage door on his way.

He caught me, then twisted me so that I was bent over the back of an incline bench.

I caught the supple leather in my hands as he yanked my leggings down to my ankles.

He pushed two thick fingers inside of me just as I felt the drip of his sweat hit my bare back.

“Fuckin’ soaked,” he growled.

“I still have you inside of me,” I said, causing him to growl again.

Then he was surging inside of me with no finesse.

Which was fine, because I didn’t need finesse. I only needed him.

With long, hard strokes, he filled me up, hitting the end of me with each stroke.

“God, yes,” I breathed as his balls started to drum a steady tap-tap against my clit.

He growled when I started to tighten around him, and before I could tell him I was coming, I was there, squeaking out a quiet scream to hopefully conceal what we were doing out here.

His growl of release totally defeated my attempt, and before I could think too hard about it, he was filling me up as I pulsed around him.

When he was through, he pulled out, then stuffed his fingers into my pussy before saying, “I want you to be filled with me all day.”

I looked at him over my shoulder and said, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

When I came back into the living room, Cutter’s brother was back, and he was laughing at something Shasha, who’d also come back, was saying.

Cutter followed us, now dressed in his wet t-shirt, and frowned. “I thought you were going on a ride?”

“Tried, but it started raining.” He looked at Cutter. “Which you should probably know, since it’s raining so hard that it’s now pouring.”

Cutter and I both looked out the window and sure enough, it was raining.

I flushed deep red, and Shasha sighed, “I knew this day would come when my sister found someone, but I truly didn’t think you’d make me listen to that. Ruining my life.”

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