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“Baby,” I Camdenthe, reaching between her legs. “Think you can come with me?”

She flushes red. The color reaches her chest, and I think it’s adorable as hell that she’s embarrassed. I press my fingers against her clit and start rubbing. I use fast motions.

“Lower,” she murmurs. I run my fingers a little lower, and her entire body jolts. Her pussy clenches, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. I need her on the verge. I rub faster, motioning in circles. Her back arches. “Where did you learn to do this?” she mutters aloud.

“It’s female anatomy,” I lie.Porn.Truth is, I learned everything I know from porn. “Does it feel good?”

She nods quickly and sharply. “So good.” She moans. “Like it shouldn’t feelthisgood.”

“Baby, you feel so fucking good.” I run my other hand on her face. I reach her bottom lip, and she sucks my finger into her mouth. “Oh, fuck, Lucy.” I keep my pace on her clit, but I slow down on thrusting because I’m going to fucking explode. “Baby.” I nearly laugh. I rub faster, and her mouth falls open. I grab her chin and force her to look at me. I want to watch her crumble under me. I shake my hand faster. This is as fast as it’ll fucking go. She starts shaking under me. I start thrusting, feeling her pussy tighten and then release around me.

That’s it.

That’s fucking it.

I keep my fingers moving on her clit as I thrust faster into her. Her face morphs into a cry. Her fingernails dig into my arm and shoulder. Her head falls back.

“Benson,” she cries. “Aw, fuck.”

I keep thrusting. I love it when her innocent mouth swears. She looks up at me, panting loudly. I come undone. The wave that hits me is all at once, and the release that follows is unlike any other time I’ve come. It might be because I always use a condom, and raw pussy feels way better than I’ve ever known, or the obvious that this girl is the death of me. I’m no longer the same man I was two days. Her sounds have completely rewired my brain. My dick is firing, but so is my brain. I stare deep into her eyes, wishing this moment wouldn’t end. I’ve never felt so fucking connected to another human being than I do right now.

She leans up and kisses me like she can read my thoughts. I slam into her, grabbing her cheeks with my hand. With my other hand, I push her hair out of my way. I ride out the intense orgasm, slowly fucking the semen into her. It feels wet and slippery now, so I push all the way inside of her because I finally can without resistance. She moans into my mouth, pulling me closer.

“Benson,” she whispers, moaning. “Did you come?”

I nod. “Inside of you.” Then I wake up from my lustful daze and sit up. “Fuck, I came inside of you.”

“I’m on birth control.”

I pull out. “Yeah, but I came a lot.” I look down at her pussy leaking my come. Fuck, it’s a sight to see. “Wait right here.”

She points at the locked door. “There’s my towel.”

I reach for it and clean her. “Sorry,” I say. “Is that okay? Did I get it all?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Stand up. Let gravity do its job.”

She chuckles, taking my hand. She stands, and I drop to my knees with the towel. I wipe her a few more times.

“Oh,” she says, moving her hips. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

She says, “Maybe I should use the bathroom.”

“Yeah and probably shower. I’ll wait out here.”

She gestures with her hands. “Do you want to shower?”

I look up at her and ask, “With you?”

She nods.

Shit. “Yeah.” My dick’s still wet, covered with our juices. “Yeah, I’d love to shower with you.”

I follow her out the door, and it feels stupid sneaking across the hall for the bathroom, but my sister lives here. I look at her closed bedroom door and quickly shove that thought right out. She’s at work and won’t be home. If she comes home, I’m fucked. I push the thought out when I see Lucy bend over and turn on the faucet. She closes the curtain after she steps in.