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slow on you.”
That was fine by her. She urged him with her hands, clutching at his shoulders. She couldn’t wait either. She felt his blunt head sliding up and down her slit, spreading her wetness on him, and then nudging at her inner folds.
“You’re so hot, baby. And tight. My dick is dying here.” He reached down in between them and began gently rubbing her clit, building her desire. Of their own volition, her hips began swaying, lifting, granting him access for deeper penetration. “That’s right, baby. Open up for me; let me in.”
He’d worked the crown of his cock firmly in when a knock on the door made her heart somersault.
“James, you in there?”
Mr. Bowen.
Tate froze. From the corner of her eye, she saw the doorknob turning. Holy shit!
James’s hand shot to the door, pressing his palm against it. “Don’t come in!” he shouted. “I hmm… I’m changing.”
“Well, get to it fast. Mr. Nicholson is waiting for us downstairs. Did you forget we have a time reserved for golf?”
“Now?” he asked with a strangled tone. “But…”
“Yeah, now.”
James fixed his eyes on Tate. Such strength in them. “Give me five minutes.”
“You only have two; we’re running late.”
As soon as Tate heard Mr. Bowen walking away, she let out a shaky breath, her first one since being interrupted. James seemed in horrible pain, poised in her entrance, the head of his dick stretching her. Damn, she was too old to get caught in such predicaments. Her heart was stampeding, and her ears were roaring so hard she wondered how Mr. Bowen hadn’t heard her.
In spite of everything, she couldn’t help but break into giggles. Judging by his expression and his curses, James didn’t find the situation so funny.
“Give me five minutes?” she mocked him in a whisper. “I really hope that didn’t mean you just need five minutes to fuck me. I’m not into light-speed wham bams. I kind of expected better from you.”
“Oh come on!” he grumbled, his voice full of exasperation. “Of course I planned to fuck you for longer than that.”
Her shoulders lifted. “Just checking.”
“It’s going to take me just that long to gather the strength to pull away from you. Shit, I am not going to survive this. I can’t pull away from you now, babe.” He exhaled as he tried to control himself.
“You have to,” she whispered, afraid they’d be heard. In spite of her words and her fear of getting caught, her hands still clutched at his shoulders, not ready to let go.
“Just a second more.” He took her mouth and pushed himself in half an inch. He was big; her muscles trembled and clasped around him, trying to accommodate him. The more her insides spasmed around the head of his cock, the more his body shook with barely restrained tension.
He pulled out a little and surged in another half an inch while she threw her head back and stifled a groan of pleasure.
“James?” She heard his father yell from the bottom of the stairs. “What’s taking you so long? Come on!”
“Oh God.” Tate giggled.
“Fuckcrapshit! This is not happening! I want you so much, princess, I’m dying here. If I start moving now, I won’t be able to stop again.” He hissed as he slowly pulled out of her. He was sweating, his muscles straining from the effort.
Tate was flushed, her core swollen. She needed him inside her, pounding at her, making her scream in pleasure, but one look at James made her realize she had nothing on him—if he’d looked in pain before, now he looked in pure agony. Two baby steps from hell.
He got rid of the condom and, still cursing under his breath, began hastily dressing while she sat on the bed and stared at him. His dick looked so painfully hard and so angrily red, bobbing in front of her, silently demanding retribution, she reached for it, encircling it with her hand.
He hissed, placing his hand over hers and squeezing so hard she felt his cock throbbing, blood madly pulsing through it. He
That was fine by her. She urged him with her hands, clutching at his shoulders. She couldn’t wait either. She felt his blunt head sliding up and down her slit, spreading her wetness on him, and then nudging at her inner folds.
“You’re so hot, baby. And tight. My dick is dying here.” He reached down in between them and began gently rubbing her clit, building her desire. Of their own volition, her hips began swaying, lifting, granting him access for deeper penetration. “That’s right, baby. Open up for me; let me in.”
He’d worked the crown of his cock firmly in when a knock on the door made her heart somersault.
“James, you in there?”
Mr. Bowen.
Tate froze. From the corner of her eye, she saw the doorknob turning. Holy shit!
James’s hand shot to the door, pressing his palm against it. “Don’t come in!” he shouted. “I hmm… I’m changing.”
“Well, get to it fast. Mr. Nicholson is waiting for us downstairs. Did you forget we have a time reserved for golf?”
“Now?” he asked with a strangled tone. “But…”
“Yeah, now.”
James fixed his eyes on Tate. Such strength in them. “Give me five minutes.”
“You only have two; we’re running late.”
As soon as Tate heard Mr. Bowen walking away, she let out a shaky breath, her first one since being interrupted. James seemed in horrible pain, poised in her entrance, the head of his dick stretching her. Damn, she was too old to get caught in such predicaments. Her heart was stampeding, and her ears were roaring so hard she wondered how Mr. Bowen hadn’t heard her.
In spite of everything, she couldn’t help but break into giggles. Judging by his expression and his curses, James didn’t find the situation so funny.
“Give me five minutes?” she mocked him in a whisper. “I really hope that didn’t mean you just need five minutes to fuck me. I’m not into light-speed wham bams. I kind of expected better from you.”
“Oh come on!” he grumbled, his voice full of exasperation. “Of course I planned to fuck you for longer than that.”
Her shoulders lifted. “Just checking.”
“It’s going to take me just that long to gather the strength to pull away from you. Shit, I am not going to survive this. I can’t pull away from you now, babe.” He exhaled as he tried to control himself.
“You have to,” she whispered, afraid they’d be heard. In spite of her words and her fear of getting caught, her hands still clutched at his shoulders, not ready to let go.
“Just a second more.” He took her mouth and pushed himself in half an inch. He was big; her muscles trembled and clasped around him, trying to accommodate him. The more her insides spasmed around the head of his cock, the more his body shook with barely restrained tension.
He pulled out a little and surged in another half an inch while she threw her head back and stifled a groan of pleasure.
“James?” She heard his father yell from the bottom of the stairs. “What’s taking you so long? Come on!”
“Oh God.” Tate giggled.
“Fuckcrapshit! This is not happening! I want you so much, princess, I’m dying here. If I start moving now, I won’t be able to stop again.” He hissed as he slowly pulled out of her. He was sweating, his muscles straining from the effort.
Tate was flushed, her core swollen. She needed him inside her, pounding at her, making her scream in pleasure, but one look at James made her realize she had nothing on him—if he’d looked in pain before, now he looked in pure agony. Two baby steps from hell.
He got rid of the condom and, still cursing under his breath, began hastily dressing while she sat on the bed and stared at him. His dick looked so painfully hard and so angrily red, bobbing in front of her, silently demanding retribution, she reached for it, encircling it with her hand.
He hissed, placing his hand over hers and squeezing so hard she felt his cock throbbing, blood madly pulsing through it. He
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