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“I’M COMING, CHASE! I’M COMING! OH GOD! I’M COMING!”

And, so do I. This time I pull out and blow my second load all over her back. There’s a gallon of it. I think I’ve emptied out years-worth of sexual frustration.

Someone once told me there are very few things a good fuck won’t cure…and right now I’m spent. I feel like I’ve run the four-minute-mile.

Lara’s about to turn over, but I say. “Wait.”

I lean over and grab the towel I used from this morning’s shower and wipe my cum off her back and from her pussy.

“That wasn’t very romantic, was it?”

She turns over and gives me a smile, “It didn’t have to be. Do you feel good? You came twice.”

“I feel fucking great.”

“That’s what I’m talking about. We care about each other. What’s so wrong about us making each other feel good? Why so much red tape?”

She takes my slimy cock in her hand and kisses the tip, then reaches up for me and plunges her tongue into my mouth and kisses me deeply.

My cock stirs.

Lara pulls back, looks down at it and laughs, “Wow! How many times do you have to cum before this thing goes to sleep?”

I pull her back to me and kiss her like I mean it…and while I do that, I slide a finger into her pussy and start working it in and out.

She moans into my mouth and I use a second finger in her pussy…and put my thumb on her clit.

Her moans of pleasure are sending all the blood in my body to one place.

She pulls back and looks at my throbbing cock with a raised brow, forcing down a smile.

“Okay,” I shrug, “one more time?”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lara

There’s only a few more weeks till my stay atCasa del Reapercomes to an end.

I would’ve never thought in my wildest dreams that this is how my time here would go—having the sexual awakening of my life…but that’s exactly what’s happened.

I should have been born in the 60’s—free love.

It’s around noon when I go back home from Chase’s place and I find Dominic in the clubhouse kitchen.

“Hey,” he gives me a smile. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

I laugh at him, “You wouldn’t have had to if you’d give me back my phone.”

He pulls it out of the pocket on his kutte and hands it to me.

“Seriously? Just like that?”

“Yeah,” he smiles again. “It’ll make it easier to keep track of you with your burgeoning social life.”

“Well I had to find way to pass the time somehow! You didn’t think I was going to sit here like Rapunzel in a single-story condo, right?”

“Anything’s possible,” he smiles again. “And while we’re on the subject of passing time. I think we ought to spend more of it together before you head back. The weeks have been flying by and I didn’t even notice.”

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