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Pressing her into the wood, I fumble with her keys as she tightens her legs around my waist and rocks her hips against me.
On a deep exhale, I fit the metal into the lock and damn near cheer as the knob turns in my hand. She chuckles against my neck, causing hot puffs of air to coast over my skin, short-circuiting my brain.
I shiver and groan as I move us inside and kick that door shut as well. Ishouldtake her to the bedroom, but all I can think about is the promise I made.
Dropping her to the floor, I cut off Fallon’s protests as I spin her and push her forward over the arm of the couch.
Her gasp is equal parts shock and anticipation. She’s turned on, and I waste no time pushing her dress up to expose the creamy white globes of her ass.
She’s fuckin’ perfection.
I massage one cheek and then the other as the emotions inside me battle for dominance.
Smack.
My palm lands across her ass, and she gasps before moaning into the couch cushion.
Smack.
“Oh God, Otto, please.”
“You make me fuckin’ crazy, Princess. Do you know that?” I drop to my knees behind her and kiss the pink of her skin as I slide her thong down her legs. She wiggles and pushes back toward me on a whimper.
Smack.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes! I know I do.”
“I tried to be good and do the right thing.” My hands caress and grip her ass, her hips, and I nip at the small stretch mark on the inside of her right thigh before easing the sting with my tongue.
“You’re so good, Otto. For me.” I lick her pussy with intention like a man possessed. “Ohmygod, ohmygod…”
Her legs shake and her hips buck backward, but I don’t change the pace. I let her whimper and writhe and beg for release, and she doesn’t disappoint.
It’s unintelligible, and I relish in triumph as wave after wave crashes over her. As I lick her clean, she collapses forward, her ass still on display.
“I’m not done with you, Princess.”
Another whimper has me pulling my cock from my jeans and dragging the head over still-pink skin. Someday, I’ll spill myself all over her perfect backside but not today. I’m too frantic and I need inside hernow.
She whimpers at the sound of the foil condom packet ripping open, her hair more red in the dim light as it covers all of her face but her parted lips.
Lips that were just wrapped around my cock.
Yanking her hips back, I nudge my dick at her entrance before slamming all the way inside her. My balls slap her clit and she gasps. She’s so tight my eyes roll back in my head, and I savor the feel of her hot and wet for me.
Only me.
My fingertips dig into her as I pull almost all the way out—this time, I don’t hesitate.
“Otto!”
Stars dance behind my eyes as I pound into her. Her hands are braced on the cushion as she pushes back against me. I’m punishing her—punishingme—and I can’t stop.
She’s not even naked,I’mnot naked, and I’m fuckin’ ravenous for her. It’s never been like this with anyone else, and it doesn’t matter because there’ll never be anyone but her again.
Reaching around, my fingers find her clit, and like she didn’t just come all over my face, her pussy clamps down around me like a vise grip.
