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Her pussy gushes, squirting her orgasm all over the dark blue t-shirt I am still wearing. I smile like a loon while Hailey tries to get away from me, but I have her pinned again. Withdrawing my fingers, I make quick work of my jeans and roll on a condom before thrusting into her still-spasming cunt.

“Jesus,” I moan with my head thrown back.

“Laine, wait.” Hailey’s words stop me dead in my tracks, my attention laser-focused on her.

I’m terrified I’ve hurt her, knowing my length and girth can be a lot for some women.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask even though I am sure it will kill me.

“Dear God, no,” she smiles. “But I want you to fuck me from behind.”

I don’t have to be asked twice before I help her down from the wooden surface and flip her over. It’s only once I have her bent over the counter and myself seated back inside her that I see the mirrored fridge.

“So dirty,” I say lowly beside her ear.

My hand grabs her chin, lifting her upper body from the counter as I thrust into her. I know she will be bruised from constantly knocking her hips into the wooden top, but I can’t stop. Her breasts sway in the reflection, mesmerizing me. My hand moves from her chin to gently hold her throat.

Both of us look feral in our reflections, lost in the haze of sex. Her bikini is still tied around her neck but pushed aside to bare her spectacular tits to my gaze. I’m still fully dressed for all intents and purposes. I feel feral, my mind a hazy blur of lust and need as I thrust into her heat over and over. My inked hand resting against her neck is a stunning contrast I can’t look away from.

Her walls start to tremble, and I know that with this orgasm I will follow her into the abyss. I know I will follow her anywhere.

Hailey Meyer may think I am only here to be her fake boyfriend, but I am not letting go of this woman. Ever.

Chapter Eleven

Here, There, Everywhere

Hailey

It has been a week since I started sleeping with Laine.

Neither of us is trying to label it but I see the way he looks at me and I know we are no longer fake dating. You would think that freaks me out, but it really doesn’t. He is a good guy. He is attentive and caring when I need it and a dirty fucking bastard the rest of the time.

Before Laine, I always thought female squirting was a myth. Now I know better. Every time he fucks me, he makes sure it is better than the last time. He also doesn’t stop until everything around us is soaked in my juices. He seems to take pride in getting my body to do things I never thought it would, and it makes him a little feral, which I fucking love.

I never know when he will show up, but I have been fucked in my kitchen, bedroom, and the little blue pool. No place is safe and once I returned to work at The Hideaway, he fucked me in the storeroom and yesterday in the small kitchenette at House of Ink. I am starting to walk funny. But I swear I’m not complaining.

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