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Withdrawing my hand from her panties, I stand between her spread knees with my cock pressed against her. I pull her into my arms, brushing the hair back from her face, and kiss her softly as her breathing evens out. She drops her head to my chest and lets out a little laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
She rolls her forehead against my chest and her voice comes husky and soft, muffled against my shirt. “It’s just that I haven’t had an orgasm without…help in almost three years, but you’ve given me two in one night, and there’s not a battery in sight.”
I tip her chin up and hold her gaze. “Three things. First, I’m sorry that’s been your experience. It's bullshit and is not a reflection of you. I meant it when I said you were perfect. You hear me?”
She nods, her head still down.
“Second, hearing this is really fucking good for my ego.”
She laughs, and I grab a handful of her ass and squeeze, rocking my erection into her.
“And third…I’m just getting started, gorgeous.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
wrenley
I can feelHank’s cock pressed against my soaked panties as he slowly rocks against me. Heat flames in my core and I am sure he is going to fuck me stupid tonight.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I whisper against this neck, tugging his earlobe with my teeth.
Hank nods and pulls me off the counter, setting me on my feet. My legs feel like Jell-O as I take his hand to lead him through the kitchen and up the stairs. Halfway up, I turn back to him, just realizing something.
“I only have a twin bed. We could go downstairs to the master, but—” I don’t relish the thought of our first time being in my grandparents’ bed, anddefinitelynot under the circumstances.
He kisses me deep and then turns me by the shoulders. He whispers in my ear, “I’m good at fitting big things in tight places, remember?”
I turn back with a roll of my eyes. “You’re also six-four and a giant. You might not actually fit.”
“Ohhh, baby, I’ll make it fit.”
I take a playful swipe at this chest while he stalks me down the hall as I walk backward. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
“Do I?” Then he’s crashing into me and throwing me over his shoulder. With a yelp from me and a smack to my ass, he barks out with a laugh, “Which room?”
“The last one,” I say, trying to wiggle free, but he’s got a strong forearm across the back of my thighs, and I couldn't get away if I wanted to.
He crosses my bedroom floor in three long strides and lifts me from his shoulder, tossing me back on the small bed. I land on my back with a laugh, and when he reaches to unbutton his pants, I pull myself up and knock his hands away.
“Let me.”
He smirks nods at me, and his eyes smolder a dark gray as he gazes down at me.
I wrap my fingers around his waistband and pull him forward so his knees touch the bed as he stands next to it. I move to my knees and lift the hem of his shirt, pressing my lips to his stomach. He lets out a shuddering breath as I push his shirt up his body, and he grabs the back of it to help slide it over his head.
Running my hands over his chest and up around his shoulders, I crush my mouth to his in a needy, desperate kiss. Dragging my fingers back down his body, I rest on my knees and look up at him as I pop the button on his pants and slowly drag his zipper down.
When I drop my eyes, I can tell by the wet spot soaked through his boxer briefs that he wants this as much as I do. I run my thumb over the spot, teasing the head of his cock with my thumb.
“You always this wet for me, Hank?” I gaze up at him as I repeat his words back to him.
He swallows hard and jerks out a nod. “Fuck yes,” he breathes out, barely above a whisper.
I reach into his boxers and pull his perfect cock out, feeling the silky length of him pulse against my palm. I stroke him, from the base on up, and run a thumb over the tip. He pants out a breath as I work him up and down again, his thighs flexing as he rocks his hips and fucks my hand. His eyes never leave mine as he digs one hand into my hair, holding me by the back of my neck.
“Do you know how long I've thought of this? Dreamed about it, baby?” His voice is ragged and rough as he swipes the thumb of his other hand over his glistening pink tip, smearing precum across it before dragging it across my bottom lip.
