“You’re turning me into a two-pump chump, D.” I half-groan. “And that’s not a complaint.”
She moans in my ear, then her teeth snag my earlobe and she bitesdown. Hard enough to make me hiss. It encourages me to move my hips though. Words are caught in her throat. She makes one long noise as I finally give her what she silently begged for.
I don’t go too fast, not wanting to push and hurt her, only pausing so I can find her clit.
A few flicks of my fingers and her tight pussy is clamping even tighter around me. When she releases a hoarse cry, I let go because I can’t hold it.
She’s freedom and chains. Tying me to her, binding us together while letting me fly free.
As our mutual orgasms pummel us, her broken sobs merging with my soul-deep moans, her nails burrowing into my skin while my fingertips leave bruises on her ass for me to seek out tomorrow, my brain short-circuits and the only thing I’m capable of thinking is…
She’s mine now.
And I’m never letting her go.
FIFTEEN
TO-DO LIST
Have another orgasm. (Maybe two. Who am I kidding? THREE!)
Lysol the couch (HaveZachLysol the couch)
Don’t fall in love with my manwhore best friend.
SIXTEEN
A SECRET FOR A SECRET
“Can I ask you a question?”
I groan and turn my face into his arm. Luckily for me, his biceps are huge and if I smush under, between his triceps and lats, I can hide entirely.
Honestly, I thought I’d feel embarrassed after sex. Maybe uncomfortable? I mean, the whole vaginal region is a no-go area but aside from that, I feel kinda wonderful.
The whole experience is unexpected and a lot more intimate than I might have figured—what with him leaking out of me and straight onto the couch beneath…
It’d serve Pecan right if we didn’t Lysol this in the morning.
He chuckles when I mumble, “No questions.”
“If I tell you something, then would you reciprocate?”
I pause. “How juicy?”
“Pretty juicy. As juicy as your pussy.”
