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Then I let go of my dick and shove my hips forward.

Chapter 162

Courtney

I’m so wet.

So ready.

But he’s still so big.

And I love it.

The sting of stretching around him adds to the pleasure that bursts through me.

Turning my head, I bite down on the fabric of his sleeve to keep from crying out.

Sterling lets out a sound, but it’s low. Just for me.

The voices outside are getting louder.

Sterling drags his cock out, then pushes back in.

Again and again.

He fucks me.

And my vision goes a little blurry. Stars dancing in front of my eyes.

Then his hand is between me and the tool chest. Reaching down between my thighs.

I try to widen my stance, but the pants bunched around my thighs keep me captive.

Sterling tilts his hips and shoves in deeper than he was before.

My lungs start to let out a mewl of enjoyment, but the sound of the shed door opening freezes the noise in my chest.

Sterling doesn’t move.

Doesn’t pull out.

We’re hidden by the shelving.

No one can see us.

Not yet.

I bite down harder on the flannel between my teeth, and Sterling presses his open mouth to the side of my neck.

Fisher’s voice is clear as he talks to someone about lures.

Next to the door is a large bench where the guys store some of their gear.

I hear a thud as something heavy is set down.

There’s no need for them to come farther into the shed.

Please don’t come farther into the shed.

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