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way it jiggled.
              Unable to wait anymore, Sully grabbed a condom and rolled it over his dick. Nudging the entrance of Channing’s pussy with the head, he asked, “Do you want me?”
              She glared at him over her shoulder. “Do you think I’d be spread wide open if I didn’t?”
              He smacked her ass and she yelped. “I asked you a question.”
              “Oh kiss my--”
              Sully smacked her ass again and she groaned.
              “What was that sweetheart?”
              “Yes! Okay?! Yes, I want...oh fuck!”
              He’d shoved his way inside her, his thighs slapping into the back of her own as he kept her in her position, closing her legs in the process to give them both a tighter fit as he moved in and out of her. Channing pressed backwards, rolling her hips in time with his thrusts.
              “Oh God...Oh God...”
              “Do you want to come again Channing?” The feel of her was amazing, even with the latex barrier she scorched him. His scrotum slapped against her clit with every meeting of their hips.
              “Yes...yes...yes...”
              “Say please.”
              “Please...”
              “Say ‘Please let me come Sully.’”
              She echoed him perfectly, her pussy beginning to grip him in an almost unbearable grasp of vibrating tissue. Her juices were leaking down her thighs. When Sully looked up to one of the mirrored walls, he could see the way her tits bounced with every motion. His balls tightened at the image as she fisted her hands and firmly moved against him in a primal dance.
              “Look at you, sweetheart, look at the mirror.” He growled. Her eyes met his own as their forms connected over and over again. “See how well you’re taking me? Hunh?”
              Channing nodded her head rapidly, mouth open, forming a perfect o shape. Sully reached between them and rolled her clit between his fingers, listening to the way her breathing stopped then sped up again right before she shattered.
              “Holy...uh...uh...uh...” Her soft cries continued as her hands slapped against the floor. She pushed back into him until he was tightening his hands around her hips and shooting his load into the condom.
              They collapsed on the mat together, panting.
              Sully reached over and pulled her to him, dropping a kiss on her temple. Channing brushed a soft palm across his cheek and gave a wide grin. “Now all you need is a kilt.”
              His brows lifted. “I have one. Was going to wear it for the wedding but Rhona begged me not to. Said something about causing a goddamn ruckus on her goddamn day.” He chose not to take it personally when Channing rolled away from him, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks.
    ***
     
              “So,” Sully softly said staring at her as they sat on the floor of her studio and ate their fill of chinese food that he’d run out to pick up. “Be my date to the wedding?”
              A small smile curved her lips. “Why? So I can stick around to save your ass when you get nervous about dancing?”
              He smiled back, eyes twinkling. “That’s one reason.”
              Channing laughed. “And what’s the other Sean Connery?”
              Sully narrowed his eyes on her before muttering, “Again with the Sean Connery.” Reaching over, he tugged her to him until she was straddling his strong thighs. “The other reason is that I like you and I want to see where this goes.”
              Chewing her lip, she gazed down at his sincere expression then pressed a kiss to his brow. “For how long?”
              He shrugged, looking adorably shy. “For as long as you’ll have me. I don’t foresee myself getting