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“So it’s not an urban legend?”
“No,” I giggled. “It… it just depends on… how you’re built. And… damn that was so good.”
Cole began the slow, wonderful roll of his hips, once more thrusting deep inside of me.
He said, “But we just destroyed your pretty bedspread, Chloe.”
“It deserved it,” I said. “If you ever get your clothes out of my fucking dryer, I will take care of it.”
Cole laughed, “I promise I will, landlady.”
I bit my lip. “Who owes who now, Cole?”
“I think you owe me right now,” Cole increased his cadence.
“Take what you want,” I moaned, enjoying watching him work.
“Oh, I will,” Cole released my hands and kissed my neck.
Free to touch him, I ran my hands over his strong shoulders and down his back. Digging my fingers in, I was about to come again. Cole read this well, focusing on what he thought would get me off. His guess worked.
“You get one more, I guess,” he pretended my climax was an imposition.
He relished my look as I faded into the ecstasy his cock brought me.
“God, yes!” I shouted, grabbing Cole’s ass to steady myself.
My hands fell as I let go completely. I lay motionless apart from my ragged breaths.
Cole pounded me, probably enjoying the way my tits bounced to almost meet my chin. A few more thrusts and he lost himself, too, falling on my chest with a small, happy grunt. I soaked up how his heart raced. I had a feeling it had been ages for him. We could both appreciate what it was—a very fun romp.
Cole rolled off and entered the bathroom to clean up.
“Do you want a towel?” Cole called. “You are… dripping.”
“Yes, please,” I snickered. “Sorry. I wasn’t expecting to get there. I don’t know that I’ve ever squirted so fast.”
Cole returned, tossing me a towel and pulling on his boxers. “I wasn’t planning on getting there, either.”
I cleaned up and kicked the bedspread casualty aside. “Did I scare you off?”
“Fuck no,” Cole laughed. “I probably owe you an award for encouraging my worst behavior in the best way, Chloe. That was… freeing.”
I couldn’t help but blush.
“What? That is what embarrasses you?” Cole pulled on his jeans.
“It was a great compliment. I don’t usually get ones other than ‘you’re hot’.”
“These men have poor vocabularies, I guess. I could think of two dozen things to say about what we just did, but my brain needs a minute.”
I pouted as he pulled his shirt on.
“What?”
“You’re just leaving. Does this debrief not include future rules of engagement?”
He did a double take. “Future?”
