323 Apology Sex?
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She started bouncing on me–slow at first, like she was teasing me–then faster, harder, until the mattress squealed beneath us. Every drop drove my cock deep, the slick, obscene sound of her taking me filling the air. I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging in as her cries grew louder, ragged, broken little shouts that blurred between begging and daring me to give her more.
Then the sharp creak of hinges cut through the air.
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Finally, his mouth twisted into something halfway between a smirk and a sneer. She didn’t slow. If anything, she slammed down faster, her hips hitting mine with a wet, relentless rhythm. My other hand slid between her thighs, finding her clit and working it in tight, ruthless circles that matched the pace she was bouncing. The way her body jerked against mine–hot, wet, trembling–made me growl low in her ear. “Lennox!” Her breath was breaking apart, her movements losing their rhythm. She was cumming. I caught her tight, yanking her flush against me, locking her in place while I drove up into her hard, deep, and passionate until she came with a sharp cry. pussy walls clamped down around my cock, dragging my release out of me in a rush I couldn’t fight.
Her
Her cry turned into a low, breathless laugh, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Unexpectedly, she shifted off me, turning around until her back faced me. She climbed over again, straddling me with deliberate slowness, and the look she threw over her shoulder was pure challenge.
“Still… so perfect,” I breathed, leaning in to brush my lips over hers, teasing at the kiss without giving it fully. “Like the first time… only now you know exactly how to drive me mad.”
The door swung open.
Her eyes were half–lidded, her expression dazed with pleasure as I held her tighter, my hands cupping and guiding her. When I caught her lower lip between my teeth, she gave a small cry–half frustration, half desire–and crashed her mouth to mine, kissing me like she wanted to brand me with the taste of her.
I stayed buried inside her, holding her pinned to me while she trembled, both of us
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breathing hard, her skin slick and hot under my hands.
His jaw ticked, his gaze flicking once to Olivia before locking on me again. There was heat there–anger, maybe–but also something sharper, like he was weighing whether to explode or laugh.
I jerked upward as I fucked up my own pace.
“Len…” she moaned out my name in a loud voice as I increased my pace, thrusting upward. Her eyes were interlocked with mine, and I could see the pleasure in her.
I caught her hips in both hands, holding her as she sank into me again, making my cock go inside her. Her breath hitched when I pulled her closer, my chest against her back, and she began to move. She groaned, her head tilting back, her hair brushing against my jaw as I dragged her hips down harder, forcing her to take every bit of me. My hands locked around her, fingers digging into her skin as I drove her at a pace she couldn’t control.
She was still impossibly tight around me, each shift and roll stealing the air from my lungs and making me grip her ass harder.
A faint, breathless laugh escaped her, but it melted into a gasp as my hands slid lower, gripping her ass firmly and urging her into a sharper rhythm. Her body responded instantly, each movement drawing a deeper sound from her throat.
“You’re doing well,” I murmured, my voice low, rough, laced with pride and heat. “Better than well… almost like you’ve been thinking about this as much as I have.”
I didn’t break eye contact with Levi.
I yanked her back, making her arch into me, my hands sliding over the curve of her waist before gripping her tighter. The bed shook beneath us, the sound of her breath mixing with mine echoing in the room.
“Mine. Every damn part of you.”
Her breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, her body jerking with each thrust I made. I pressed my chest to her back, my mouth finding the side of her neck, biting down just enough to make her gasp. She tried to move on her own, testing me, but I slammed her back down into my rhythm, my voice rough in her ear.
She collapsed back against my chest, gasping, her hair damp and sticking to her neck. I
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wrapped my arms around her, holding her there, still buried deep, still unwilling to let
her go
I slid one hand up her stomach, feeling the jump of her muscles under my palm, before closing it over her breast. I squeezed hard, rolling her nipple between my fingers until she arched into me with a sharp gasp. Her head tipped back against my shoulder, hair spilling over me, and the sound she made when I pinched harder nearly snapped my control.
Levi stepped inside, Louis a half step behind him. Both stopped dead.
She reached behind, her nails scraping my thigh, and the sound she made when I rolled my hips up into her nearly broke my restraint. I pulled back slightly, watching the way she moved against me, the muscles in her back flexing, her head dropping forward as she clung to my legs for balance.
Olivia stiffened, then pulled off me with a gasp, sliding into my lap to shield herself. Her bare back pressed into my chest as I curved an arm protectively around her.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you trying to say?”
I frowned. There were times I could’ve taken this as a joke and laughed over it, but right now, I didn’t. Especially not with the way he was glaring at me.
Lennox’s POV
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Her hips began to move, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that had every nerve in my body standing at attention. I let her set the pace, watching the way her breath hitched each time she sank down, the way her lashes fluttered when she felt me deeper.
“That’s it,” I rasped, my mouth grazing her skin. “Take it, Take every fucking inch.”
“Is this… apology sex?” he asked, voice deceptively casual. “Because if that’s all it takes, you should’ve skipped the part where you pretended to be pissed and just said you wanted sex.” 3
