Page 103 of Beyond the Cottage

“You—ungh! You want to fuck.”

“One more time so there’s no confusion.”

“You want to fuck!”

Hearing her say it incinerated his resistance. When her hips began rocking, he forgot why he’d bothered resisting at all.

Mixed signals? The way she brazenly rode his cock dispelled any doubt she wanted this, too.

Self-preservation? He’d gladly endure a lifetime of insanity to watch her come one more time.

Friendship…?

Ansel froze.

Gretta kissed him deeper. Her clumsy fingers grappled with his shirt, pulling it free from his trousers.

Friendship.

When the buttons proved too big a hassle, she ripped fabric. Her palms roamed his naked chest, his shoulders, his arms, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.

Friendship, asshole!

Ansel tore his mouth away, heart pounding so hard he feared it might explode. Panting, they stared at each other—Gretta with confusion, Ansel with despair. He focused on her face to keep the shadows at bay.

What the fuck was he doing? Pinning his best friend to the wall with his cock, minutes after getting her back? Had his dick drainedalllogic from his brain? She welcomed his attentions, fine, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t regret them later.

He breathed and counted. Her hair had escaped the ribbon, and he stroked it, staring into her soft, half-focused eyes.Trustshone from them. The kind that had come so naturally to her as a girl but now required careful nurturing by a steady hand. Through some miracle, she’d returned her trust to him, and that came with responsibility.

Fucking her offered one substantial reward and a thousand risks, a thousand consequences. A thousand ways he could fuck it up.

If he did, and he lost her again, he wasn’t sure he’d survive this time.

“Stop thinking,” she said.

“We need to—”

“Don’t.” She tightened her legs around him. “We both want this.”

Momentarily weakened, he looked down where their hips connected. His cock nestled soperfectlybetween her thighs. Heat radiated through her clothes, entrancing him, letting him know how warm and soft she’d be. A few buttons undone, a bit of fabric dispatched…then all that warmth could be squeezed around him.

Gretta’s fingertips skated down his chest to his waistband. With quick flicks, she released two buttons. Just as quickly, his lust-soaked stupor snapped.

He grabbed her wrists. He held them above her head, giving her the sternest scowl he could manage.

A mistake.

Her lips curled as she arched her back. The move thrust her tits in his face and dragged her pussy along his erection in a long, lazy stroke. Ansel winced his eyes shut and only felt it more acutely.

Pleasure was a pathetic word for it. Ecstasy came close. She did it again, and words abandoned him entirely.

All except three:Must get inside!

She laughed. “If you’re trying to scare me, you picked the wrong tactic.”

He responded with a grimace.

“You don’t like it?” She rolled her hips, her smile indicating she knewexactlyhow much he liked it.

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