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Death grip.

Those words have a different meaning today than they ever have.

I pump into her fist, over and over, fucking her hand as I finger fuck her while I’m pressed to her side. So much fucking with literally no fucking.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I mutter.

Her breaths are labored and shallow. We’re sweaty messes, and I love it.

She’s close. There’s nothing I want more than to roll over and fuck her until she comes on my cock.

Her body starts to quiver.

“Do not close your legs, Evie,” I demand. My own words are forced through gritted teeth. “I want to watch you—watch us come at the same time.”

She grips my dick tighter, and I rock into her hand faster.

I’m about to lose it watching her with my hand between her legs. She’s so wet and hot, I can’t help it. I release her just long enough to give her a smack.

Her eyes snap wide, and she lets out a surprised yelp the instant my hand connects with her pussy.

But that yelp goes straight into the most erotic cry I’ve ever heard when she comes … hard.

Her back arches, and her head presses into the pillow.

My grip between her legs is firm, maybe too firm, but I can’t help it. I bury my face in the side of her head, the scent of her thick hair fills my senses as I shamelessly fuck her hold on me. Our groans and moans fill my bedroom as we come together.

If sweat and my sticky mess are any indication of the chemistry we have, I might never be the same. We didn’t even fuck, and I’ve never experienced anything like this. And I’ll have the memory in my bed forever, which could be good or really, really bad.

Her small tits rise and fall as she catches her breath. We’re still gripping each other like we’re afraid to let go.

She looks up at me from her pillow. “You spanked me.”

I feel like I’m back in college doing two-a-days in the Florida heat. “You liked it.”

She bites her lip like she doesn’t want to admit it.

I press my semi-hard dick into her sticky hold. “You just proved you can lead me around by the cock, so I think we’re even.”

“You’re younger than me,” she states out of the blue.

“By two years,” I add. “Earth-shattering orgasms must wipe the memory from your brain. I investigated you.”

“I’ve never been with anyone younger than me,” she admits.

I give her pussy a squeeze. “I thought you said you’d hardly been with anyone.”

“True.”

I lean in and press my lips to hers. “Stick with me, Evie. I’ll teach you how to get your freak on.”

Her hesitant expression breaks into a self-conscious smile.

I change the subject. “You ready for today?”

“More than ready.”

“Let me get some meds in you and clean you up. We don’t want to be late.”

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