Page 11 of Hank

Until now.

Until Hank.

She leaned in, closed her eyes, and took his mouth, then wound her arms around his neck as the rounded head of his cock breached her body.

They both groaned.

Then she lowered herself some more, while their mouths ate at each other, taking him in bit by bit until she was fully seated.

His fingers had been big, but his cock…

It not only stretched her even more than they had, but it reached further, filling the emptiness that had been deep inside her.

And then they were moving, rolling into each other, hands roaming, naked bodies rubbing against each other. But…

It wasn’t just sex.

It was making love.

No matter how much she wanted to deny it.

And she was close.

Again.

All it would take was a little stimulation and she would fly apart. But why hadn’t he…

She pulled away from his mouth, their bodies never stopping, as Hank knocked his head back. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, while his eyes remained shut tight.

Was he waiting on her.

"Look at me," she moaned, unable to stop moving.

"I can’t. I…" He surged into her. "I’ll come. This…this is for you."

Her vision blurred as she grabbed the back of his head leaned back, and pulled it toward her body, offering her breasts to him. And he took them—licking and sucking on one, then the other—while his hand snaked between their bodies. His fingers once more went to her clit, working that little nub that begged for another release.

"Oh, god," she whispered, when the ache grew. She ground hard against Hank’s body to get just the right kind of friction, then grabbed hold of his hair with both hands. The triple assault of his mouth, his fingers, and his cock tossed her once more toward the edge. She rode him hard, holding on for dear life when her body was thrown into another orgasm.

"Yes," he hissed, as he grabbed her hips and drove himself up into her, finally stilling as his cock pulsed against walls.

No words passed between them as they held each other. This was nice, having her head on his chest, while his heartbeat filled her ear—it had finally slowed—and Hank gently stroked his fingers up and down her spine.

"I like this," he whispered into the silence. "Next time?—"

"I have to go," she murmured, pulling free from his resisting embrace, though he finally released her. She lifted herself, holding in a slight moan at how his cock slid from her body. There couldn’t be a next time, and she had to do whatever she had to for him to believe it.

"Why?"

"I’ve got to be…" She was about to say something about being home for Collin, as she grabbed her sweater and bra. And why would she do that? She wasnotgoing to mention her son. Telling him about her family was more information than she needed to give him. It didn’t matter she wanted to tell himeverything.Andthatwas the more pressing reason to make tracks while she could. "I have to be someplace."

And she needed to make it fast, because she had the baffling notion that if she stayed with this man any longer, she would never be able to leave him. And that scared the hell out of her.

"Okay," he said, his tone slightly confused as she fastened her bra and haphazardly did up the buttons on her sweater. In her peripheral vision he lifted his ass and pulled his jeans up and fastened and zipped them. She hadn’t seen what he done with the condom.

She pulled her own jeans on and stuffed her panties and socks in her jacket pocket, before bending down and putting on her shoes.

"You’re really in a hurry," he kind of chuckled. "Was it something I said?"

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