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“No.” I swallow down fresh air and shake my head, though my cheek is still pressed to the hot steel. “I never want to run away.”

“Because you love me too, don’t you?” He sets his bare cock against my ass and tightens his hold on my hips when I pant. “You love me, Vivian Doyalson. You don’t even have to say it for me to feel it.”

“I do.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “I love you.”

“Fuckkkk.” He grabs my ass and separates the cheeks until I whimper. “I’m not gonna let you go,” he groans. “Never. I can’t.”

“I don’t want to be released,” I counter on an exhale. I squirm under his touch and squeeze my thighs together for friction. “Matt—”

“Yeah, baby. I know.” He drapes himself across my back and bites the top of my shoulder. “I already told you, you’ll win.” Pulling his hips back, he reaches between us and fists his cock so I feel every movement. Every brush of his fingers. Every slide of its head along my folds. “The best part is, when you win, I win too. You ready for me?”

“Yes.” I push back against him and search for what my body so desperately craves. “Yes, I’m ready.”

He slams inside me from behind and crushes my body against the steel until my cry echoes throughout the warehouse. The sounds escaping my throat become an anthem that sets Matt’s tempo, his treatment just rough enough to make it pleasurable.

“Fuck.” He presses one hand to my hip and uses it as a hold to drive his strokes, while his other hand rests against the back of my head to keep me pinned down. His to control. “Fuck, Vivian. Your pussy feels so good.”

I was shivering from cold just minutes ago, and now beads of sweat dribble along my spine. But I focus on nothing except the bliss that rolls through my blood. The fiery fingers of desperation as he pumps me from behind and sends me scraping along the steel with every thrust.

I cry out when his hand wraps around my hair and drags my head back, but when my orgasm sprints closer, closer, closer and tempts me into oblivion, I use my strength to push back against him so we crash together.

He’s already so rough, but I want it rougher.

Already so harsh, but I want it to hurt more.

“Matt.” Woozy from lack of oxygen, I push up on my elbows and turn to look over my shoulder, though I can’t see him in the dark. “I want to see you.”

“There are no lights in here.”

But he pulls out with frightening speed and flips me around so my back hits the machine with a thud, and a yelp of surprise escapes my lips. Where I expect him to slam back inside me and continue what he started, I groan when he lowers and drapes my legs over his shoulders.

“Use your memory instead. Close your eyes and picture me.”

His fingers grip my thighs and mark my skin. Then his tongue comes forward and laps me up from top to bottom.

I throw my head back and cry. My stomach muscles scream out in protest at my angle, because I brace myself half-suspended on this machine, but I’m not inclined to adjust my position. Matt continues sliding his tongue between my folds. He suckles on my clit, and slams two thick fingers deep inside until my first explosion comes to a head and wrings me out.

I hug his shoulders with my legs and hold him impossibly closer, and when he smacks my thigh so the loud clap reverberates throughout the warehouse, another explosion bursts free from me and gushes against his lips.

“Fuckin’ delicious.” He squeezes my thighs so I know I’ll have his finger marks on my skin when I look tomorrow.

But while my orgasm leaves me panting and weak, he pushes up to stand and fills me again without warning. Without preamble. He fills me to bursting, and pounds until I feel him in my stomach. Until his thrusts rock my soul and shove my body along my steel bed.

Every time I slide away, he yanks me back.

“Give me one more, Vivian.” With fast hands, he reaches out and cups the back of my head. Pulling me up so my stomach objects and my neck stretches, he slams his lips to mine until I taste myself on his tongue. Until I sob into his mouth and explode around his cock.

His cry of pleasure, my ultimate reward, reverberates from wall to wall. “Fuck!” Then he bursts inside me so his hot cum fills me up and makes a mess I have no desire to clean.

“Shit.” I drop back, too tired to remain sitting up—even with his hand behind my head—and drape myself over the body of the machine so steel digs into my spine. But my heart thuds painfully fast. My throat, hoarse and dry. “You have a fetish with outside sex, Matt? Or did you just wanna check that the warehouse you cleared for work is doing as it should?”

Chuckling, he lies over me and supports most of his weight, but still, his body crushes the oxygen from my lungs. “It’s called working smarter, beautiful.” His fingers stroke the side of my face; his touch precise, despite the oppressive darkness. “Our first time was outside too, remember?”

“Mmm.” A slow grin works across my lips. “At the lake. It wasn’t nearly as cold out back then.”

“So I brought you here where it’s warm.” He feathers a gentle kiss on my lips and pulls back, though I still taste his breath on my tongue. “Don’t say I’m inconsiderate to your comfort.”

A piggish snort escapes from the back of my throat and makes the rest of my body vibrate until I become entirely aware of his cock, still nestled deep inside me. His length hard, but softening now that we’ve both found completion.

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