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“Yeah, you like it when I slam this fat cock deep inside your tight cunt?” He says through clenched teeth.
I nod, speechless, as sharp moans spill from my lips in time with each snap of his hips.
He moves his hand from my throat to the back of my head, gripping my hair and forcing my gaze down. “Rub your clit and watch me fuck that pretty hole of yours.”
His words, his roughness—it nearly sends me over the edge of sanity. I obey, moving my fingers in fast circles against my clit, watching him repeatedly slam into me.
Pleasure grips me, pulling me under in waves until it bursts, sending my body into trembling convulsions.
My legs shake, every nerve alive as ecstasy floods my veins. I melt into him as he relentlessly fucks me, harder and faster.
He grips my chin tilting my head back and leans in, his breath hot on my ear. “I’m gonna set you down, and you’re gonna drop to your knees and swallow my load like the good little cum slut you are.”
He pulls away, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Understood?”
“Yes,” I pant, barely able to get it out.
Right then he lowers me to the ground, and I instantly drop to my knees, eager to obey.
He fists my hair and shoves his cock into my open mouth. After a few brutal thrusts, his hot liquid coats the back of my throat, filling my mouth until it seeps from the corners.
“Mmm, yes, good girl. Take it all.” He whispers, breathless, his chest heaving. He caresses the side of my face as I look up at him, mouth full of his cum. “Swallow, princess.”
He pulls out and runs his thumb over the corners of my mouth, gathering the last bit and shoving it into my mouth. “That’s it, every last drop, pretty girl.”
He helps me up, handing me my pants and a water bottle. “Now let's go get you some hot chocolate,” he says, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
FINLEY
I sink into the couch, the football game blaring on the TV. Can’t stop thinking about Alex. Her precious smile, holding that cup of hot chocolate in the bed of my truck.
I dropped her off a couple of hours ago, but it’s like she never left. She’s here sitting in my head; I can’t shake her.
I know I need a shower and a change of clothes, but I keep sitting here avoiding it. Her scent clings to me, and I don’t want to wash it away.
Reluctantly, I get up and head for the shower. My clothes hit the floor and my phone buzzes on the counter.
I grab it, heart thumping. Alex.
I open it. A video.What is this?
It's from the security camera at her market. Oh my god.
It’s us. We’re fucking on the floor.
She sends it with a text:
Can’t stop thinking about you ;)
This woman is going to drive me completely mad. I text back:
What is it you’re thinking about, princess?
She texts back almost instantly:
How you fuck me, the way you make me scream like nobody else has.
