Page 156 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

She moans.

I grunt.

I jackhammer.

“Tight little virgin,” I snarl, though we both know better. Her pussy grips me like a vise, fluttering from the previous aftershocks. “Still clenching like it’s our first time.”

“Yes yes yes—” she screams in time to my pounding.

I slam into her, the bench creaking. “Say it again.”

“Yes yes yes.” She arches, meeting my thrusts.

I grin, feral. “You love it.” My hand cracks the side of her ass, leaving a red handprint. She yelps, her pussy spasming. “You want to cum, Sabrina?”

“Yes yes yes.”

I pull out, ignoring her whimper. “Beg.”

“Leo—”

“Beg. Or I walk.”

“Please… let me cum again.”

“Louder.”

“Please! Make me cum again!”

I drive back in, angling deep. “Good girl.”

I pound like my life depends on it. Or hers.

Her pussy abruptly clamps down, squeezing me as her final orgasm rips through her.

Fluid gushes between us, soaking the condom, the bench,me.

“Sabrina!” I roar her name, spilling into the latex, cumming for the second time.

I collapse on her, careful not to crush her. My breath is ragged as I lick the sweat from her collarbone and savor her shudder.

“Five,” I whisper. “And every drop’s mine.”

Her laugh is hoarse. “Psychopath.”

I nip her jaw. “Yourpsychopath.”

She seems to grow wistful when I speak the wordyour.

“Am I really?” she asks. “For how long?”

I smile wanly. “As long as you want me.”

She doesn’t answer. Her walls are going up again.

The silence in the gym is heavy, broken only by our harsh, ragged breathing. The smell of sweat and rubber flooring mingles with the lingering scent of her arousal.

My body is physically satisfied, every muscle vibrating with a post-fuck languor.

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