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hold of her hips as she spread her delicious lips with her hands, I partook of her sweetness, running my tongue the length of her pussy lips, first up either side, and then straight up the middle. I started at her clit, and then up towards her pussy.

After several long, loving licks, getting her nice and warmed up, I burned my face in her sweet pussy, and devoured her delicious sweetness until she wailed with pure joy, her vocalizations muffled by her hand.

She likely didn’t want to alarm her neighbors. At least that was what I told myself.

There was reason to believe it. She lived in a pretty high-end area, the residents of which probably weren’t used to ecstatic sex noises at lunchtime.

Stephanie released a final explosion of pure elation, collapsing against the couch, still breathing heavily. I stroked the small of her back as I waited for her to regain equilibrium.

“Come here,” she grinned, getting up into a sitting potion.

Pulling me to her, Stephanie undid my pants on the first try and took the head of my cock into her mouth, closing her eyes with relish as she started to suck.

Taking a hold of her ponytail, I guided her movements as she sucked me off with gusto, making me cum within minutes, my massive load flooding her mouth. I pulled my cock out her and stroked her back she struggled to swallow it all down, succeeding admirably.

“Good girl,” I murmured, stroking her cheek.

She grinned up at me, her beautiful eyes gazing straight into my soul, melting my heart.

It was like I was overtaken by forces unseen. Getting Stephanie to her feet, I hiked her skirt up around her waist, granting easy access to her well-prepared pussy, Stephanie going along with every step. Including when I put one of her feet up onto the couch, allowing me to slip my cock into her dripping pussy.

Wrapping her in my embrace, Stephanie wrapped her arms around my neck as I lifted her from both the floor and the couch, supporting her further with my hands under her sweet ass, as my sweet lover wrapped her legs around my hips as well.

Getting her into the perfect position, I slid her light frame up and down, her pussy taking in nearly the full length of my cock.

As I fucked her, basically in midair, Stephanie nestled her face in the crook of my neck, getting closer to me, and muffling her beautiful wails as I brought her closer to orgasm. I listened closely to the sounds she made, for any indication of pain or discomfort, hearing none.

Instead, every sound she made evoked a sense of pure, warm pleasure. I got the feeling she’d never done it that way before, which made me surprisingly pleased to have introduced her to something new, if it was indeed the case.

We reached orgasm in the same instant, and it came up on me so quick that I barely managed to pull out in time, striping her belly with my cum. In fact, I wasn’t even completely sure I had managed in time.

Now that I would have minded having a baby with Stephanie, if only I were a bit more certain it was more than a fling. But even so, I had to think about the impact something like that would have on her life.

But it was too late to take it back now, and the cards would fall where they may.

My stomach groaned as Stephanie drove me back to the Sanctuary. True to her word, she’d only stolen me away for a little while, so it was early enough that the guys wouldn’t be back yet.

We even had time to stop off for some drive-thru on the way. The look on the server’s face when I asked for a green salad was priceless.

Chapter Nine - Stephanie

It was a new feeling. My head was spinning, and my pussy was humming with lingering pleasure as I drove back into town, barely avoiding the Loki’s Laugh van as it came pulling into the lot outside The Sanctuary.

I’d never been fucked like that before. Either in that lifted poison or with such incredible passion. I loved that Ragnar was so powerful but also so gentle. Able to absolutely dominate me physically, while making me feel so safe at the same time.

I wanted so much to tell someone, but knew as well as anyone how thorny the situation was. A fact I was reminded of when I saw the Loki’s Laugh van come up the road just as I was turning out of the industrial park.

There were other businesses there of course, but it was more than possible Varg and Stig would recognize me from the wedding. Not the strongest evidence in the world, but enough to shake things up.

We really did have our own lives, and no matter how connected to him, I felt or how great the sex was, I wasn’t sure how, or even if we could make it work.

I had my career, which I was dedicated to, and Ragnar had his music and seemed to be the real leader of the band. If I was honest with myself, I was also afraid of being judged.

Metalheads had come a long way since the 1980s. It was mostly accepted as just another music genre.

Even so, there were certain prejudices that came with it. One held by myself until very recently. I couldn’t even imagine what people in the metal community would make of me, if they saw what I wore day to day. I had to admit, though, that the clothes Jonna lent me did feel surprisingly good.

“Morning, Ms. Morris,” Pat greeted, with a tip of his cap.

“Oh, hey, Pat.”

Pat cleared his throat, as politely as possible. Taking a glance back, I saw him proper the pen, tapping the sign-in