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He dropped a kiss onto her damp forehead. ‘So, uh, you reckon you’re fit to carry on? I’ve got something that needs taking care of.’ He nodded towards his still-erect cock and gave a hopeful smile.
    ‘Yeah, as long as you go on top until my legs start working again.’
    ‘It would be my pleasure.’ He gently pulled one of her legs outwards so he could clamber between them. Then he worked his way up her body, nudging her thighs further apart until he was settled, his knees between hers and his hands either side of her chest, propping him up. ‘OK?’ he asked, butting his erection up against her slit so she couldn’t mistake what he was really asking.
    ‘Yes,’ she said, reaching up to grip his biceps, ‘I’m ready when you are.’
    Shifting his hips around a little, he managed to aim his wide head against her entrance without using his hands. Then, pressing into her slick folds, he gasped as her cunt gobbled him up. ‘Fucking hell, you’re so damn tight. And you feel amazing.’
    ‘Ah … you do too –’ The last word morphed into a gasp as a shallow, fast jerk of Harry’s hips butted his cock against her G-spot. ‘Ooh, that was good. Do it again.’
    He wasn’t all the way inside her, but he did it anyway, repeating the small, sharp movements so every thrust shoved his cock, at the perfect angle, onto her G-spot. The direct stimulation was amazing, and she could feel herself swell around him.
    Apparently, so could Harry. ‘Oh God. That’s just … perfect.’
    Sydney could see the strain on his face as he struggled to continue at the depth and speed that achieved such delicious pleasure for her, when what he really wanted to do was sink balls-deep into her cunt. She decided to give him what he wanted … sort of.
    ‘You know, if you keep doing that as fast as you can, I’ll probably have a G-spot orgasm.’
    He raised his eyebrows. ‘I confess I know what one is, but I’ve never felt one around my cock, so I’m more than willing to give it a go.’
    ‘I haven’t finished,’ she said, getting a chagrined look from Harry in return. ‘If you can do that for me – and you’ll definitely know when you have – then you can fuck me as hard, as fast, and as deep as you damn well like.’
    His answer was a pause. His entire body froze and he pulled in a deep breath. ‘OK,’ he said, giving her a cheeky smile. ‘I’ll do my very best.’
    She hung on tight, lifting her head slightly so she could watch his cock – wet with their juices – pump in and out of her, fast and shallow, each backward movement in danger of making his cock slip out altogether. She hoped it didn’t – the sensations in her G-spot were too damn good.
    She looked back up at his face, and their eyes met. By now, she was too far gone to smile, speak, or even think, so she just gazed up at Harry, riding on the delicious waves ebbing and flowing through her body. Then she felt the tell-tale sensation, the uncontrollable tightening of her cunt, making her want to push, and push damn hard.
    ‘Oh fucking God,’ Harry said. ‘It feels like you’re going to pull my cock off.’
    ‘I bloody well hope not,’ she replied, struggling to get the words out as her eyes rolled back in her head and bliss overtook her, juices forcing their way out of her, pushing past Harry’s shaft. It wasn’t the same as a clitoral orgasm, but it was still damn good and the release made her feel dizzy and silly, like she was a little drunk. ‘Mmm … I think you’ve earned your reward, sweetheart.’
    Her body hadn’t even got over one bout of pleasure when Harry began to take his, fucking her – and himself – into oblivion until their yells grew so loud and abandoned that even the thick walls of the barn would not stop the outside world hearing them. Sydney didn’t care either. All she could think about was what was happening right then, as clever movements on Harry’s part sent her spiralling into another, more