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I settled into a measured rhythm and let her learn it.

Before long, she was meeting me on every stroke.

I gripped her hips and began driving deeper.

Her moans grew louder.

“That’s what that picture was asking for, Mouse.”

She pushed back harder.

“You sent me photographs of this ass while you sat beside me in that SUV pretending you hadn’t done a fucking thing.”

“I wasn’t pretending.”

“No?” I drove into her again. “You spread yourself open for a camera, sent it straight to my phone, and then sat there looking innocent while I imagined my cock exactly where it is now.”

Her answer disappeared into a whine.

I gathered her hair at the nape and drew her head up from the sheets.

“Look at you taking me now.”

“God, Lachlan.”

“You knew exactly what kind of invitation you were putting on my phone.”

She rocked back against me. “Maybe I wanted you to accept it.”

“Then you should be very happy with the service.”

Her laugh broke apart when I thrust harder.

“That isn’t the word I’d use.”

“No? You sound pretty fucking happy to me.”

I released her hair when I needed my hand elsewhere and leaned over her back, keeping one hand on her hip while I slid the other beneath her.

My fingers found her pussy slick and swollen.

She jolted when I pushed two inside her.

“Oh, fuck.”

I curled them toward the front wall.

Her entire body bucked beneath me.

There.

I stroked the same spot again while continuing to fuck her ass.

“Lachlan, I can’t—”

“Aye, you can.”

She was so wet my fingers moved easily, curling and pumping inside her while my cock filled her from behind. Every time I brushed that spot, her pussy clenched around my fingers, and her ass tightened around my cock.