Page 95 of Blind Luck

Rusty snorted. “Just take your time.”

He notched the head of his cock at her entrance and guided her down, feathering her shoulders with kisses as she lowered herself, but he hadn’t slid in an inch when she jumped up.

“No, no, I can’t. Not like this.”

“The position doesn’t work for you?”

“No, it’s all these dolls. And the teddy bears. It’s like they’re watching us, and it creeps me out.”

He laughed softly to himself as she began turning the toys around so they faced the walls. He had to admit theywerekind of creepy. And once the eyes were gone, she climbed right back into his lap and slid his shaft inside her.

“Fuck,” he muttered because damn, she was tight. Tight and perfect.

“What’s wrong?”

“That was a good ‘fuck.’”

“Phew. Okay, now what?”

“Now, you move.”

“Move how?”

“Any way you want. Chase whatever makes you feel good. You can’t get it wrong.”

Erin Kealoha was an excellent student. She soon found her rhythm and Rusty held her as she arched back, those small but flawless breasts within sucking distance. He knew the moment she hit her G-spot. The gasp gave it away, followed by a moan.

“If you think you’re going to come, tell me and I’ll try to hold back.”

“I…I…”

She called out to several deities, moving faster now, lost in the moment, reaching for that elusive orgasm while Rusty recited multiplication tables in his head. When she stiffened and clenched around him, he let go too, the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced ripping through him like a firework. They collapsed against each other, spent, transformed.

“I never realised it could be like that,” Erin mumbled into the crook of his neck.

“Neither did I.” And that was the honest truth.

“Having your own space is so overrated.”

“Then I guess I’d better clear out some closet space in Fresno.”

In sleep, she draped languid limbs over him, her head resting on his shoulder, her hand on his heart. What happened in Vegas definitely wasn’t staying in Vegas, and Rusty had never been happier about that.

“I didn’t think they’d handcuff us,” Rusty said. “Is it normal for them to handcuff us?”

He carried a flashlight in one hand, and his other was securely attached to Erin’s. And his fucking balls itched. He could hardly ask her to scratch them, could he?

“If you’re scared, I have a handcuff key,” she offered.

He scoffed. “I’m not scared.”

“It’s just that your voice went kinda high-pitched there.”

“I’m not fuckin’ scared. Wait, why do you have a handcuff key?”

“Just in case.”

“In case of what?”

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