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I barely recognized my voice. I’m typically demonstrative, commanding, but with her, my tone was gentle, raspy, and my dick was instantly hard again with her spread out before me, her bare tits so close to my mouth.

Jesus.

“Yes,” Callie whispered. “Keep going.”

“Oh, I plan to,” I promised.

I had no intention of stopping as I spread her legs wide and buried my face between her lush folds. I lapped at her pussy, devouring her, memorizing her smell, her taste, and her softness. I slid my fingers back inside of her and felt her walls begin to pulse around them, so I pulled away and rolled on a condom, hovering over her and kissing her as I buried myself deep.

She let out a quiet mew and wrapped her legs around me, digging her nails into my ass in a silent invitation to fuck her.

So, fuck her I did, and the harder I slammed into her the more she wanted.

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” I panted out as I buried my dick to the hilt.

She squeezed my ass, pulling me closer to her. “You’re not. Harder, Sweet Pea. Please. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

I kissed her, rolling a nipple between my finger and thumb before giving it a tight pinch, as I slammed into her, and she screamed my name as her body shuddered and her pussy squeezed my dick so hard, I couldn’t help but come. I couldn’t believe this woman had fuckin’ milked me twice in less than twenty minutes, and it had been straight sex.

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Callie

So, that just happened.

“Your place is nice,” Sweet Pea said, his words tethering me back to reality.

“Hmmm?”

“Your apartment,” he replied. “We got right down to business as soon as we came in. Then there was the whole ‘me almost getting eaten by your roommate’ thing. I never got the chance to compliment you on your place.”

I rolled over on Sweet Pea’s chest to face him. “You’re a strange little biker, aren’t you?”

Sweet Pea laughed so hard, I thought he might break a rib. “Hell, woman. I’ve been called a lot of things, but to my knowledge, never that.”

“Well, what kind of hard-core biker compliments a woman on her interior decorating after hooking up?”

“First of all, I was speaking more from an architectural standpoint. Secondly, was I just some cheap hookup to you?” Sweet Pea asked, looking hurt.

“Oh. My god, no. That’s not what I meant. That was amazing...you were amazing.”

Sweet Pea smiled wide.

“You’re teasing me,” I said, feeling my face flush. “See, that’s the kind of strange behavior I’m talking about.”

“What?”

“Whenever I ask you a question about yourself, you either respond monosyllabically, poetically, or with a joke.”

Sweet Pea remained smiling, but I could feel him stiffen and he said nothing in response.

“Or, you say nothing at all,” I said.

Sweet Pea sat up and we were now facing each other on my bed. The glow from the light in the master bath illuminating our naked bodies. I reached for a sheet to cover myself, but Sweet Pea’s hand stopped me. “Stay just like that. I want to see all of you.”

“Don’t look too close, you’ll find all of my flaws,” I said with a laugh. Sweet Pea didn’t laugh back.

“Please don’t do that,” he said tenderly.

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