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Florence opens her eyes, her gaze half-lidded and looking just as affected as I am.
“Adelbert.” Never has my name sounded so sweet and I’m afraid there is zero possibility of me ever growing tired of hearing her say it in that breathy tone.
“Whose pussy is this?” I growl.
“Yours.”
“Whose cock is this?”
“Mine,” she says fiercely and squeezes around me.
“All yours, Florence. Now, let’s see how loud I can make you scream.”
And then I’m thrusting hard, branding Florence from the inside out the way she has branded herself on my very soul.
I lift her up and bring her hips away from the wall, angling her so my cock can hit her G-spot at just the right angle that is sure to make her scream.
It works perfectly.
Florence rides me just as hard as I’m fucking her, mewling, panting, moaning, and soon she starts tightening around my cock.
Knowing she doesn’t like to be edged, I keep my rhythm exactly as it is and encourage her through my own panting, “Look how well you’re riding my cock, Liebling. It’s like it was made for you. Now, I want you to come and scream my name, knowing you belong to me.”
My words have the desired effect and Florence clenches around me, throwing her head back and screaming my name. It only takes two more thrusts for me to find my own release, and I fall over the edge with her, steadying us with one hand braced against the wall and my other arm wrapped around Florence’s waist while I come.
It’s like my soul is being pulled from my body and into Florence’s as pleasure surges through me, twining around every fiber of my being until it shudders out of my cock.
Breathing hard, I collapse against her, resting my head in the crook of her neck as I wait for my heartbeat to return to a sustainable rhythm.
“Good thing I have an IUD,” Florence pants.
“I take a tonic too. Double coverage,” I reply breathlessly.
Florence’s chest heaves against mine, her hard nipples jutting into my bare chest while a hand gently glides through my hair.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Florence whispers once her breath is a little steadier.
“What? Fuck in a hallway?”
“No, you silly goose.” Florence giggles. “I’ve always wanted to see if your hair was as soft as I thought it was.”
“And is it?” I ask and dare a glance up at her.
She smiles serenely down at me and nods.
“It’s even better.”
Then, Florence places a gentle kiss on my forehead and my heart just about grows two sizes.
Chapter thirty-three
Florence
After the most passionate sex of my life, Adelbert takes me to his bedroom where we shower and he dresses me in one of his sweaters, which just so happens to be my favorite one.
“What are those?” I ask Adelbert and point to the gray pants he just slipped on.
“Sweatpants,” he answers hesitantly and pauses his movements.
