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We both froze like we couldn’t believe that it had just happened.
“Did you just—”
“Yeah,” he said cutting me off and I could tell he was just as shocked as me. “I’ve never done that before. I’m sorry.”
I tried not to laugh. He was really fucking adorable.
I turned my head and looked at him over my shoulder. His eyes were wide, staring at the spot that I imagined was turning a nice shade of pink. Then his gaze slowly slid to meet mine.
“Harder,” I said and my brow raised as if making it a challenge.
And somehow I felt him swell even more inside of me.
My forehead dropped to the cool, hard surface of the table as I waited with anticipation.
His hips fucked into me as if we hadn’t stopped.
His hand fell hard against my ass again and this time he left it there, his fingers kneading the hot flesh.
And again. Crack. Soothe.
Crack. Soothe.
Crack. Soothe.
Until my ass felt like it was on fire and the sting was on the verge of being raw and painful.
Just when I knew I wouldn’t be able to take any more, his hand was in my hair, his chest pressed against my back. His lips were there right beside my ear and his labored pants caused my body to shudder.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he growled into my ear and it honestly shocked me how dark and raw his voice sounded.
My pussy quaked and tightened its hold on him.
“Lake,” I whispered out feeling like my lungs were having trouble taking in fresh air.
My eyes stung and even as I felt the wetness build up, I tried with all my might to deny what was happening.
I let my lids fall closed as his lips sweetly latched onto the curve of my neck. Yeah, that magic spot. It was like being in a sauna and having ice water dumped over my head. The contradiction of punishing thrusts and sweet kisses, it made my body feel alive and split open at the same time.
And I knew right then that it was going to kill me to walk away from him.
His hand left my hip and then it was there, covering mine, his fingers forcing their way between mine even as I held tight to my grip on the edge of the table.
My mouth fell open and a strangled moan ripped free as I came so hard that I lost my breath once again.
“Bridge,” he said next to my ear in a hoarse whisper as his hips thrust forward one last time and I felt him twitch and pulse inside me with his release.
He relaxed on top of me but his hands remained where they were, one still tangled in my hair, the other holding onto mine for dear life.
Like he was afraid that I’d slip away.
Which was exactly what I was going to have to do.
What seemed like hours later, he pulled away from me. As he removed the full condom, I moved quickly to pull my pants up and act like nothing had happened.
I couldn’t meet his eyes as he tucked himself back into his pants and fastened them.
“Look at me,” he demanded softly.
