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her closer and crushed her hard against me. I needed to taste her on me like I needed coffee in the morning to function.

And her lips on mine just made my wanker—which I now called Big Quentin—turn into stone.

Before I plunged into her, though, her breasts demanded my attention.

She slipped her bra off the rest of the way during the kiss, and I let her go. The air between us was still, and I saw pinkish brown nipples, but they weren’t hard pebbles. Not yet.

I’d have to correct that so she ached. I sucked in the areola, so her nipples peeked out. Her skin alone caused a rush of blood straight to my cock.

God, her breasts swelled, and I bent to taste her now obvious tips, ready just for me.

Kara was mine in this moment.

I’d meant what I said, but I hadn’t expected her to go down on her knees and tug my sweats off my body.

At least I’d not worn fucking underwear to get in the way, but her tongue licked Le Zob like I was a lollipop, and then she sucked it inside her hot mouth.

I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. My erection was full-fledged and raring for release.

I’d not let that happen, yet. I tugged myself out of her warm mouth as I needed to be with her. I needed to taste her vagina to see if she was ready for me. I helped her stand and removed her underwear and pants, so we were both naked.

Fair was fair.

We moved to the bed, so I could lay her down and see if her labia was swollen. If so, the fun would begin in full. She moved her legs open as I requested, and my eyes widened.

Damn, she was ready for me.

But we’d not go fast.

I wasn’t an animal, even if she made me feel like one.

I pushed a finger inside her and she bucked on the mattress.

I continued to plunge in and out, her perky bullets bouncing as my thumb found her clit. Playing with her body to find her button only turned her red. She was intoxicating and mine.

This primal need was new for me. I let her go, grabbed a condom from my pocket, and slipped it on fast as I stared at her swollen netherlips.

This was it. If fucking actually did make me forget all my sins, I’d be grateful. I knew this was a ride to savor and remember, and I rammed Mr. Wanker into her. She bucked forward in rhythm with me.

My muscles tensed, and my heart rate increased as my testicles retracted.

I’d absolutely not ejaculate.

Not yet.

I flicked her nipple that was better than any picture I’d imagined and drilled deep inside her.

She was finally just mine and moved to help me bury to her core.

Next time, we’d try a different position, but missionary was all we had time for now. My heart continued to race, and I knew I would come soon.

Kara’s face already had the flush of an orgasm, but I continued to entice her body to take more and more.

She clasped onto my back, but I my muscles began to tighten and release in a spasm.

Her eyes rolled back, and I ejaculated ejaculate my full load into her.

She arched her neck so I couldn’t see her face or that sexy flush of hers as she gasped. I exploded, the storm of nirvana overtaking my senses. I thrust a final time and saw stars for a moment as Kara called out my name.

“Quentin.”

My name never sounded better.

My skin was still warm. I slid off the bed to dispose of the condom quickly before sliding back beside her. I wasn’t ready to come to my senses.

We lay in silence for a few minutes, and I wondered what she was thinking. This was the first time she was quiet, and I felt closer to her than I’d ever felt with another woman.

She didn’t know about my failure or my inherited money. I broke the silence when I whispered, “Kara, I’ve always had whatever I wanted in life. Never had a time limit on that.”

“Part of me wishes this moment would never end,” she said with a yawn.

“We have a week.”

She closed her eyes and snuggled into my chest. I pressed a light kiss to her soft cheek.

Kara was special, and for however long I got to keep her, I would.

Chapter 9

Kara

Until last night I hadn’t known how a man’s wanker inside me could make me explode like that.

My