by Win Hollows
Elorie chuckled and then began to ride him with her perfectly wet suction around him. Her powerful legs allowed her to control every rise and fall, and she knew exactly what pleased him now. The sinuous movements of her rolling torso had never looked more like the viper she was, and he loved it.
When he felt the inescapable surge coming, he grabbed her hips tightly and kept her bouncing so he could pump even faster. As he plunged into her with increasingly hard repetitions, her ample breasts bounced in beautiful tandem with his thrusts.
The rush came over him with overwhelming blasts in which everything turned black and then blindingly white. It rolled through him with each potent stab into her tight, dripping channel. He took his eyes from her swollen breasts to meet her gaze. She looked down at him with fierce determination, wringing every last drop from him while her disheveled hair swayed at his every movement.
I’m the luckiest man on the entire earth, he thought, spilling the last of his seed into her waiting passage.
Elorie leaned down after he was spent and whispered in French. “And don’t you forget it.”
“Not likely,” he responded with a smile, kissing her jaw.
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Cunningham suddenly cleared his throat awkwardly, and Elorie’s open mouth snapped shut as she blinked, likely coming out of the memory.
Max smirked. He planned to give her more to be dazed about as soon as the man in front of them left.
“Does this mean you’re in?” Cunningham asked.
They looked at each other once more, and nothing was clearer than the wordless communication between them. Apparently, they were never going to be the typical aristocratic couple, and that was quite all right with him. They would live their lives according to their own rules and be better off for it. Elorie had made him see that he didn’t have to cut off one side of himself so the other could live. He had never felt more fully himself than when he was with her. It had been so ever since he’d first seen her wheat-gold hair and sly smile that promised to take him on an adventure he never wanted to end.
They looked back at the other man with smiles as bright as the well-used yellow barouche in the drive out front.
“We’re in.”
The End
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