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ass up for months now.”
As if to prove just how true those words were, Chris quickly lifted her off the counter, turned her around, and gathered her wrists at the small of her back, one on top of the other. Using the belt from the robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door, he bound her wrists together, careful not to make the hold too tight, grabbed a condom from the medicine cabinet, and pulled it on. Then he bent a softly panting Sophie over the counter, and pushed her right leg up until it rested by her side, the explicit pose opening her up so that he could see every slippery, exquisite detail as he fit his swollen cockhead to her opening and started pushing his way in.
“Christ, baby. I wish you could see this,” he rasped, his hands holding her slender waist as he worked into her deeper...and deeper. “Your beautiful little pussy is stretched so wide for my cock. I know I should go easy on you, because you’re going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but I...can’t. You make me feel like a goddamn animal.”
“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” she gasped, her cheek pressed to the countertop as she pumped her hips as much as she could, trying to take even more of him. “I want you to do anything you want. I want you hard and deep and fast.”
So turned on he was shaking, Chris gripped her sweet little ass in his hands, his heavy gaze lifting from her juicy cunt to watch the tight pucker of her ass as he spread the pale cheeks apart, giving him an unfettered view. Sucking in a sharp breath, he squeezed the firm globes of flesh, pulling them a little wider, and asked, “You trust me, Soph?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, Chris.”
Feeling like he’d just been gutted by her words, he froze with his cock buried deep inside her, his hands moving to her hips as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the top of her spine. “Fuck, there’s something I have to tell you.”
Oh...God .
“What? What is it?” she demanded unsteadily, terrified of what he was going to say. What if he had a girlfriend? What if he was engaged? What if this entire thing was just some kind of cruel joke or bet? Was that what she’d sensed he’d been on the verge of telling her before? Had he —
His deep voice cut into her panicked thoughts. “I got a text from you by mistake.”
Sophie shook her head, thinking she must have heard him wrong. “What?”
With his massive erection still buried deep inside her, he lifted his upper body and locked his hooded gaze with her worried one in the mirror. “Today, in the café, I was getting rid of Lila, telling her I had to go. You had me worried, and I wanted to talk to you. Then my phone buzzed and I realized you’d sent me a text by mistake. One that was...about me.”
Even if she hadn’t been facing a mirror, Sophie knew she would have felt the blood draining from her face. “So you weren’t going to ask me out?” she whispered, the quiet words thick with disappointment.
His hands immediately tightened on her hips. “What? No! Of course I was.”
She gave him a skeptical look.
Jaw rigid, he pulled back a few inches, then shoved himself even deeper, until he was smashed up against her ass, his balls tight and heavy against her swollen sex, as if wanting to remind her of his possession. Not that she was likely to forget when she had his big, beautiful cock buried so far inside her. She was upset...not dead. “I was...waiting for the right time,” he told her, his dark eyes flashing with an unusual mix of frustration, lust...and another deeper, rawer emotion that she couldn’t name. “I didn’t want to fuck up with you, Soph, and scare you off. And you didn’t make it easy. You’re so damn hard to read.”
Shaking her head, she mumbled, “I thought I was so obvious.”
He snorted, before muttering under his breath, “I wish.”
She held his stare through the veil of her lashes, understanding this was a turning point. She could
As if to prove just how true those words were, Chris quickly lifted her off the counter, turned her around, and gathered her wrists at the small of her back, one on top of the other. Using the belt from the robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door, he bound her wrists together, careful not to make the hold too tight, grabbed a condom from the medicine cabinet, and pulled it on. Then he bent a softly panting Sophie over the counter, and pushed her right leg up until it rested by her side, the explicit pose opening her up so that he could see every slippery, exquisite detail as he fit his swollen cockhead to her opening and started pushing his way in.
“Christ, baby. I wish you could see this,” he rasped, his hands holding her slender waist as he worked into her deeper...and deeper. “Your beautiful little pussy is stretched so wide for my cock. I know I should go easy on you, because you’re going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but I...can’t. You make me feel like a goddamn animal.”
“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” she gasped, her cheek pressed to the countertop as she pumped her hips as much as she could, trying to take even more of him. “I want you to do anything you want. I want you hard and deep and fast.”
So turned on he was shaking, Chris gripped her sweet little ass in his hands, his heavy gaze lifting from her juicy cunt to watch the tight pucker of her ass as he spread the pale cheeks apart, giving him an unfettered view. Sucking in a sharp breath, he squeezed the firm globes of flesh, pulling them a little wider, and asked, “You trust me, Soph?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, Chris.”
Feeling like he’d just been gutted by her words, he froze with his cock buried deep inside her, his hands moving to her hips as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the top of her spine. “Fuck, there’s something I have to tell you.”
Oh...God .
“What? What is it?” she demanded unsteadily, terrified of what he was going to say. What if he had a girlfriend? What if he was engaged? What if this entire thing was just some kind of cruel joke or bet? Was that what she’d sensed he’d been on the verge of telling her before? Had he —
His deep voice cut into her panicked thoughts. “I got a text from you by mistake.”
Sophie shook her head, thinking she must have heard him wrong. “What?”
With his massive erection still buried deep inside her, he lifted his upper body and locked his hooded gaze with her worried one in the mirror. “Today, in the café, I was getting rid of Lila, telling her I had to go. You had me worried, and I wanted to talk to you. Then my phone buzzed and I realized you’d sent me a text by mistake. One that was...about me.”
Even if she hadn’t been facing a mirror, Sophie knew she would have felt the blood draining from her face. “So you weren’t going to ask me out?” she whispered, the quiet words thick with disappointment.
His hands immediately tightened on her hips. “What? No! Of course I was.”
She gave him a skeptical look.
Jaw rigid, he pulled back a few inches, then shoved himself even deeper, until he was smashed up against her ass, his balls tight and heavy against her swollen sex, as if wanting to remind her of his possession. Not that she was likely to forget when she had his big, beautiful cock buried so far inside her. She was upset...not dead. “I was...waiting for the right time,” he told her, his dark eyes flashing with an unusual mix of frustration, lust...and another deeper, rawer emotion that she couldn’t name. “I didn’t want to fuck up with you, Soph, and scare you off. And you didn’t make it easy. You’re so damn hard to read.”
Shaking her head, she mumbled, “I thought I was so obvious.”
He snorted, before muttering under his breath, “I wish.”
She held his stare through the veil of her lashes, understanding this was a turning point. She could
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