Page 106 of Beyond the Cottage

Well. Notdone.

He pulled out and slammed in again with a shuddering grunt.

“Again,” she breathed.

His fingers dug into her thighs. He slid out until the tip barely breached her and held it there. Her pussy frantically clutched him. Before she could snarl a rebuke about teasing, he slammed in hard enough to make her teeth clatter.

“Fuck, Ansel. Again!”

He sped up, finding a rhythm. Each glide ended with a savage punch of his hips. “I might have guessed you like it rough.”Punch, punch, punch.“And this position is pleasingly impersonal, wouldn’t you agree?”

Half dazed, Gretta looked over her shoulder.

What the hell was he talking about? She was currently impaled on her best friend’s dick. How much more personal could they get?

She gasped at an especially brutal thrust. “What do you mean?”

“No more talking.” Hips rolling, he pistoned into her, looking straight ahead.

Gretta kept her eyes on him, trying to read his blank expression. Something wasn’t right. While his stiff fucking felt unbelievable, it was mechanical, almost perfunctory.

Impersonal.

Let’s get this out of the way, shall we?

Body lurching, Gretta groaned into her elbow. In her attempt to ease his mind about her post-coital expectations, she’d…hurt his feelings?

She hadn’t meant to. He may not be as indifferent to this as he pretended, but he was still a man. She’d assumed it would be easier on him if he knew she wasn’t the clingy type.

Easier on her, too. Despite all her ‘no big deal’ bravado, part of her had feared what might come of this. She’d actually been relieved when he started fucking her like a villain.

Now it felt off.

“Hold up a second,” she said.

Staring at the wall, he kept fucking her.

“Ansel, stop.Stop.”

He blinked as though coming out of a trance. His cock stopped halfway inside her. “Did you finish?”

She blew a hair off her face. “No. I didn’t finish.”

“Should I keep going?”

“No.”

He slid out and knelt before her on spread knees, his wet cock jutting from his open trousers. Seeing him so carnally displayedwhile clothed did things to her lower belly. The hurt she’d obviously caused him did things to her chest.

Friends didn’t treat each other this way. He wasn’t a stud horse to be led in when the mare got frisky. While Gretta may not be a relationship person, she truly valued his friendship. Fucking him may have been inevitable, but that didn’t mean it had to be rote or without feeling.

Maybe just this once, for him, she could step out of her sexual comfort zone?

She began unlacing her boots.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

After tossing them aside, she shucked off her pants and drawers and walked to him on her knees. “I’m in the mood to try something a little more dangerous.”

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