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My grip on her hair tightens, and she asks, “Do you have a condom on you?”
“Yes,” I say.
After the first time Chloe and I slept together, I started keeping some in my wallet, knowing I was never going to miss an opportunity to be with her. I wasn’t going to let something as stupid as a lack of planning contraception be the reason I couldn’t bury myself inside her.
She nods slightly before stepping back and taking my hand. She hurriedly leads me back up the path that brought us here from the B&B, but she doesn’t lead me to the parking lot, she leads me to the back of the building, slipping inside a door.
She silently tells me to wait as she sneaks around the corner and comes back with a key. I raise a brow at her, and she flicks her wrist.
“Aspen runs the B&B, don’t worry about it. I’ll turn down the room for her. It’s slow. If I ask her for a key, we’ll be in for some questions and I think you’d rather us be in that room with my clothes on the floor.”
That stops any potential argument I may have had. I sweep my arm out, indicating for her to go first, and follow as she leads us to a hallway lined with rooms. She makes it all the way to the end before she slips the key into the lock and smiles at me over her shoulder. She quietly pushes the door open, and I follow. The second the door is closed, she flicks the lock and takes her sweatshirt and T-shirt off, dropping them on the floor, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of her leggings next.
She looks at me and raises a brow. “You gonna get to work on taking your clothes off?”
I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head. “I’m quite enjoying watching you take yours off.”
“I thought you wanted me to show you I’myours.”
“I do, but you can do that by doing what I tell you to do. I want you to start by taking those legging and the panties, that I’m sure are sexy as sin, off and then your bra.”
She bites her lip but does exactly what I told her to do.
“Kneel,” I command, leaning against the wall as I watch her. Her pupils dilate as she falls to her knees in front of me, waiting for my next instructions. “Spread your legs, knees out.”
I watch the way her chest rises and falls, her eyes focused on me as her knees slowly move outwards, granting me a perfect view of her pussy. She’s wet. I bet if I were to walk over to her right now, I’d easily be able to slip a finger, maybe two, right inside her and get to hear the way she moans my name.
I take in every inch of her, not saying a word. Sitting in the fact that this gorgeous woman, the one person who has made me feel things I’ve never felt before, is mine,
She smirks before she says, “Like seeing what’s yours?”
“Very much. Now play with your pussy. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
Her smirk turns sultry, and she bites her lip before saying, “Yes, sir.”
I run my hand down my face as I try and hold my shit together. She runs a finger through her folds, gathering her wetness before circling her clit. She moans after a minute, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, and they fly open. “You’re going to watch me as you make yourself come. You’ll moan my name.”
“Everett,” she moans as her fingers pick up speed.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now slide two fingers inside your perfect little cunt.”
Her fingers slowly move down, and she moans as she pushes them inside. She bites her lip as I watch her eyelids quiver. She moans my name like a plea, and I reach down, adjusting myself in my jeans.
“Come for me, North.”
She nods before her hand moves faster and she’s panting. Within seconds, she’s coming, repeating my name over and over, and she’s never looked hotter.
While she comes down from her orgasm, I strip out of myclothes and make my way towards her. She looks up at me, hunger still in her eyes. Her right hand reaches up, still wet from being inside her, and she wraps her fingers around my cock, stroking it a few times. My hand finds the top of her head, and I thread my fingers through her hair as she wraps her lips around the head, running her tongue around it before she takes more of me in her mouth.
She hums around my cock, and my hand tightens in her hair. She looks up at me, a wanton look in her eyes as she takes as much of me as she can, her hand doing the rest of the work. Tears gather in the corner of her eyes, and I don’t make a move to wipe them away. She sucks on me eagerly, twisting her hand around the base as her free hand rolls my balls. Tears run down her cheeks, and I gnaw my lip, trying to make myself last longer.
She takes me deep and hollows her cheeks, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge, muttering her name and praising what a good girl she is. She releases me with a pop, running her thumb over her bottom lip, gathering stray drops of cum before she sucks them off.
I reach down and grab my wallet out of my pants and throw a couple condoms on the bed and rip another open between my teeth before rolling it down my already hard cock. When it comes to Chloe, I don’t need a refractory period. It’s only sheer will I’m not a walking hard-on when she’s around.
My eyes catch the mirror in the corner of the room, and I grin to myself. Grabbing it, I move it beside the bed right where I want it. I sit on the edge of the bed opposite it and shuffle backwards a little. I crook my finger at Chloe, and she moves to stand in front of me.
