Page 57 of Three Little Words

“Fuck, Bryn,” I mumbled.

“I’m trying.”

I laughed and slapped her on the ass.

She squealed, shivering.

Then, she started to bounce.

I put my head on her shoulder, arms around her waist as she moved. She put her arms around me, too, moaning in my ear.

“Fuck,” I mumbled. “Don’t stop.”

She didn’t. She kept moving, bouncing a little faster, each movement making her moan softly.

It felt so good to have her again.

She dropped down on me, panting, and ground her hips against mine.

I grabbed her ass with one hand and squeezed.

“Benny, fuck.” Her body went rigid, and she threw her head back in pleasure.

I loved watching her come. Every single time. It never got old.

She gasped, her hips still moving in quick, frantic movements. She was only focused on me now, her eyes hazy from her orgasm.

It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

I groaned, holding her hips and thrusting up to meet her.

My eyes closed.

She always made it so fucking good, and never long enough. I came with a groan. Pleasure ran through me and I leaned my head back against the back of the couch, panting as I started to come down.

Bryn stayed in my lap. She leaned her head on my chest, closing her eyes.

“You good?” I ran my hand down her back.

She nodded. “Amazing. Always.”

“Good.” I nodded, rubbing back up her spine.

She moaned quietly.

“I didn’t expect that,” I said.

“I figured. But I wanted to do it. I thought we should christen your new shop properly.”

I laughed and leaned close, kissing her. “Well. Thank you.”

“Sure.” She smiled and lifted her head to kiss me in return.

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