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“Okay.” He ended up agreeing. “But only if you agree to have dinner with me.”

“Just dinner?”

“And whatever else I'm entitled to.” He smiled mischievously.

“Thomas.”

“Tell me you don't like it.” He put his hands on my ass, squeezing it, and it took a lot of willpower and the fact that we were in the middle of the street to push him away.

“I like it, but we can't do it here.” I slapped the back of his hand.

“Then get into my car so I can drive us to a quieter place.”

“What are you proposing?”

“I think you understand.”

My main concern at that moment should have been to tell him I was pregnant and not to continue having sex like two teenagers, but it was that seductive look and the thick voice that had put me in that situation.

“I need to get home.”

“I promise I'll bring her back.” His smile got even bigger.

Maybe I shouldn't have, but I got in the car anyway.

Thomas drove for a few minutes until he stopped in the parking lot of a small roadside motel.

“I can take her to a better place.”

“Sounds perfect. I thought we were going to have sex in the back seat of your car.” I giggled.

“This is also an option.”

“Let's just get a key.”

“As you wish.”

We got out of the car, and the woman at reception didn't say anything; she just took payment for one night and gave us one of the rooms.

As soon as we entered, my boyfriend closed the door behind us and locked it.

“Thomas...” A part of me even considered telling him I was pregnant, but I was silenced by his lips, and my hard-on spoke louder.

“I spend all day thinking about your smell.” He sniffed my neck, and every part of me vibrated.

Thomas pressed me against the wall as his mouth slid down my throat, leaving kisses, bites, and hickeys that enveloped me in a haze of increasingly intense arousal.

I pulled his hair and brought his tongue back to mine. As we tasted each other's mouths in that uncontrolled need, it was hard to even worry about breathing.

His firm hands gripped my waist, and he pulled down my elastic shorts in one fell swoop, taking my panties with him and leaving me naked from the waist down in a few moments.

I rubbed my body against him, eager for more, crazy to feel him, and my unprotected sex met the bulge in his pants. My fingers went down to him, and without any calm, I unzipped his pants. I slipped my hand inside his underpants and pulled out his throbbing penis and the area between my thighs. He was stiff, his veins were bulging, and I couldn't wait to get him inside me.

“Come here.” Thomas wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, pressing my body against the wall.

He thrust into me without even bothering to take off the rest of our clothes. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and sprawled against the wall, lifting myself up before leaning in to kiss him again.

Thomas held me with one hand and leaned the other on the wall, moving in and out of me in a delicious rhythm that made me wetter and wetter. My desire for that man was so intense that he slid in easily. With each thrust, all I could think about was the next one, and I couldn't wait for it.

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