Page 26 of Sloane

As I rubbed her pussy faster, her body tensed.

“Come on my cock, Ash,” I encouraged. “Come all over it, baby.”

She cried out, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” before her body shuddered, and she fell forward onto my chest.

“Good girl,” I breathed into her ear while holding her tight around the waist and jack hammering into her wet entrance. This set off another mini-orgasm for her. Either that, or it was prolonging the one she’d just had. Her pussy milked my dick, and that pushed me over the edge. I seated myself deep inside her, then grunted as I released rope after thick rope against her walls.

After my balls were finally empty, I tried to catch my breath. My senses seem to have been hijacked by all things Ashley: her intoxicating scent filling my olfactory receptors, the taste of her delicious pussy still on my lips, the sound of her contented sigh when she looked up at me with her beautiful hazel eyes and untamed sex-hair, the feel of her clammy skin against my palms. I had died and gone to heaven.

“Fuuuuck, sweetness,” I groaned as I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in the crook of her neck. “That was amazing.”

I felt her giggle vibrate through her back. “It was pretty awesome, wasn’t it? We are definitely doing that again later.”

“Yeah, we are.”

All weekend if I had my way.

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Ashley

Holy best sex I’d ever had, Batman.

The man had ruined me for any other partners, that was certain.

And the way he was now holding me, like he never wanted to let me go, made me feel treasured.

Me—Ashley Youngman, treasured by a man.

And not just any man but a flipping Adonis. I was sprawled, naked, on top of a Greek god.

An involuntary chuckle escaped me.

He lifted his head and pushed my hair behind my ear. “What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking three months ago, I never in a million years would have predicted I’d be in my pen pal’s arms. After two mind-blowing orgasms.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Mind blowing, huh?”

He pretended to buff his nails on his broad, bare shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “That wasn’t really the point.”

Sloane dragged his fingers up and down my spine, causing me to shiver.

“I know what the point was, darlin’. And I know what you mean. I think I’ve pinched myself at least once an hour since I first saw you at the hangar. I couldn’t have dreamt of a better outcome.” He planted a kiss to my forehead. “And, we still have the weekend before I have to go back.” His brow furrowed as if he just realized something.

“Do you have to work this weekend?”

“No, I’m off until next week.”

The corner of his mouth turned up. “Did you take time off to be with me?”

“Maybe.”

His thumb stroked my cheek. There was no disguising his look of adoration as he stared up at me.

“You’re so fucking sweet.” Then he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “When do you have class?”

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