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“That’s something you don’t hear everyday,” she teased with a nervous giggle.

I was thankful for her amusement. It meant she wasn’t triggered and was enjoying herself.

After I made quick work of shedding my pants and briefs, I hopped up onto the swaying platform.

Reaching into the side pocket of the sheet, I pulled out a condom, which caused Maeve’s mouth to drop open in surprise. I winked at her as I slid the condom down my length. “We push safe sex here, so we have condoms everywhere, along with lube.”

“Even lube?”

I nodded. “Considering how wet you were a minute ago, we won’t need any,” I teased.

“I know I’m soaked.”

With a groan, I grabbed her by the neck and jerked her to me. Our mouths fused together–tongues sliding and twisting. When I opened my eyes, Maeve’s were open, and she was glancing over her shoulder to where the people were watching us.

“Still good?” I murmured against her mouth.

“Yes.” She reached between us to take my cock in her hand. “I just want you inside me.”

“Then get on your hands and knees and face the people watching us,” I instructed.

After Maeve let go of my cock, she moved over to the center of the bedding platform. Then she rose up on her hands and knees. Throwing a glance back at me, she swayed her ass provocatively. “I’m ready.”

I crawled over to her. My hand came to her hips to slide her thong down over her thighs. After I tossed it aside, I rose up onmy knees and took my cock in my hand. When I started to enter her, I realized something was wrong.

Reaching over, I yanked Maeve’s blonde wig off. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

“It feels like I’m cheating on you. I need to see those gorgeous red locks.”

With a smile, Maeve reached up and started sliding the pins from her hair. I grunted when the auburn strands pooled against the alabaster skin showing above her bustier. “There’s my ginger girl.”

When she turned her head to smile at me, my heart shuddered and restarted. In that moment on the bedding platform, I knew without a shadow of a doubt, I loved Maeve.

Chapter Twenty: Maeve

As my body swayed on the bedding platform, I fought the urge to pinch myself. Not only had I just watched others having sex, but I was about to have sex in front of others. My fantasy and reality had merged, and I didn’t think I’d ever felt so turned on.

Rafe slid his hand up my back. He then wound his fingers through a fistful of my hair. As he jerked hard on the strands, I had a moment to adjust to the painful pleasure before he slammed into me.

A shriek of ecstasy tore from my lips at the intense feeling. With each thrust, Rafe pulled my hair. My moans and pants echoed around us along with the slapping of our skin.

As his hips pistoned in and out of my wet pussy, more people gathered around. I’m sure some realized who Rafe was, and that it was a novelty to see the owner fucking in public. Regardless of why they were there, white-hot lust shot through me at the sight. I then began to slam my hips back in time with Rafe’s thrusts.

Leaning over me, Rafe spoke into my ear. “Are you still good?”

“Oh, yes. Fuck me harder.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” I panted.

Tugging painfully on my hair, he pulled his cock all the way out of me before slamming back in. He then set up a punishing rhythm that took him deeper and deeper with every thrust. His grunts and groans filled the air with my mewls and pants.

At the sight of others beginning to touch themselves and others while watching us, the whirlwind of pleasure combusted and an orgasm rocketed through me.

I screamed in pleasure as my walls clenched down tightly on his cock. “Rafe! Oh God, Rafe!” I cried.

But he wasn’t through with me yet.

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