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DALLAS

T here's not a soul outside right now. At least no one that I can see or hear. But I have to admit that's a part of the intrigue. When Mariah spreads her legs for me, knowing we can get caught at any moment, she reveals she's just as adventurous as I am.

It doesn't take long to pull my cock out and bury it inside her walls. I sink myself into her, having to stoop down and push up for her pussy to engulf every throbbing inch. I don't want this to end quickly, but I also don't want to get caught out here by Frankie or a nosy neighbor.

Every stroke we make together feels like the perfect fit. Her walls contract and release around me, hugging my cock like it's missed me since the last time we were together a few hours ago this morning. The sound of her moist enjoyment coating every inch of my erection drives me to push in and out of her.

Instincts tell me to hoist her into my arms, having Rye's legs wrap around me as she begins to writhe against me. She's determined to make herself come. My knees nearly buckle as I walk us over to the patio furniture and bend that tight little ass of hers over a chair.

The animal inside of me that craves her, that wants to drown in her, drives me in and out of her with such force that she covers her own mouth from screaming out in ecstasy. Her wet satisfaction makes it easier for me to move in and out of her over and over again until I feel that earth-shattering quake of her thighs when she climaxes.

The crest of our orgasm carries us back inside and down the hall into my bedroom, where we spend the night trying to best one another with our sexual prowess. When the morning comes, we're spent but glowing at the possibility of our new lives.