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“Too much of a good thing?” I murmur, smiling, lifting her up just a bit and holding her ass so I can pull back a little and move into her.

Her insides tremble, more juices dripping down my shaft.

She locks onto me, her thighs squeezing my waist, and her arms looped and fastened around my neck.

I tilt my hips, and holding her with one arm, I press my elbow against the wall, and rock my hips slowly as my lips connect with hers.

With ease, I push my tongue into her mouth and kiss her slowly, mirroring the rhythm of my thrusts.

She moans quietly. That’s my girl.

Before long, we’re only two bodies in tune with each other. Her hands move down my back while I sink my teeth into her lip like it’s a ripe peach.

Moans vibrate in her chest, and her center pulses around me while my shaft barely contains the tension building up.

It’s been a while since I wanted to satisfy a woman the way I want to satisfy her.

Her breaths are soft and ragged, and her eyes are closed as I pump into her, enjoying every moment of her unconditional surrender.

She’s no longer seems aware of her surroundings or what has gotten her here.

What brought us to this room.

What made us strike this deal.

What held us back in the beginning.

She is all mine, all the barriers gone, all the obstacles removed. All the risks taken into considerations and ignored. At least for now.

I won’t make her ex disappear, only because I like this woman too much, but sooner of later, he might need something more compelling than her words to get lost.

I come inside her with her shaking in my arms, and I have to admit it’s the best feeling ever. And then, as soon as I put her down and hold her up so she doesn’t collapse, my seed dripping down her legs, I want a repeat.

SCARLETT

The followingday

We’ll be doingsomething different on Friday, but I don’t know what it is.

He didn’t tell me.

We should be doing some Christmas shopping, or should I say some last minute Christmas shopping?

We haven’t talked about that, but I want to buy something nice for Mrs. Eisenhower.

Yes, her.

She did all that nasty work last night, convincing my ex to take his grievances someplace else.

She and I met this morning.

There was no way around it.

She gave me a piece of her mind, and shared some of her useful life experience with me––not so useful in my view.

She married her high school sweetheart, had a long marriage, and grieved over his death.

She’s been a widow for a decade and never met someone else as she swore off other men.

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