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She throws her head back and rubs my insanely hard cock through my grey boxer briefs, and I might come on her just from that. I move to her neck and suck. I bite down ever so lightly because I can’t stop myself. She gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders.
“More,” she says breathlessly.
I lift my head before I kiss her wet parted mouth again. We’re desperate for each other. She reaches for me and I pull away, teasing her.
“We’re fucking hot as adults. This is fucking hot. You’re fucking hot. Who taught you to be this hot?” I say.
She bites her lip and stares at me. “You did.”
Her mouth curls in a sly little smile that’s got me in a time warp. I know that ‘fuck me’ smile. Suddenly, I’m struck by how many people have likely seen it since me and I want to rip their fucking heads off.
BETTE
It’s like I turned on a green light with that statement and I want him to fuck me savagely. He opened me up to accepting all of myself and he didn’t stick around to see the fruits of his labor. He can’t make love to me like Danny. I need Hayden to fuck Bette, hard. I need to release a shit-ton of anger.
I can’t deal with any emotion except hate and revenge. I want to show him everything he’s missed for a decade. I don’t care about anything except being wanted and wanton. I’ve never felt this kind of heat, even when we were together as kids. Turns out Hayden is scorching. I stroke the soft skin that doesn’t yield to my touch since his abs and chest are so taught. Not bulked up like I remember but cut and smooth. I flick one of his nipples and his head comes up from my neck. His face is so close to mine and our hands don’t stop.
“Seriously hot. I hate how hot you are. How I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. I jerked off to you, Bette. So many fucking times. Each fantasy dirtier than the last.” My mouth falls open and he fills it while his hand travels south. But not before twisting one of my nipples as he swallows my moan.
He slides through my pussy as our tongues swirl and teeth scrape as we attempt to get closer. He mumbles on top of my mouth, “Well, you’re rather wet for me. Did Bette masturbate to the thought of Hayden, too, or is this all because I sucked on your tits?”
“Tits.” I won’t admit Hayden fantasies.
“Liar.” He bites my bottom lip, pulling it out as I gasp. He lets it go as he swipes up to my clit and circles it. Then his long finger finds its way inside of me while his palm massages that fabulous bundle of nerves. I can barely contain myself as I wiggle and without warning, he thrusts a second finger inside and pumps hard. I happily ride his hand, always hitting that one spot no one else has ever found.
“Come.”
“What?” I gasp.
“I want to see you come. I want to see it now.”
“I can’t,” is all I say. I don’t want him to know he’s the only man to ever make me come. I only come by myself when I mimic my memories.
He pulls out and I pout just a little. Despite my lack of male-induced orgasms over the years, it doesn’t mean I want him to stop trying.
“That’s not fair,” I say.
He steps back and I’m standing there exposed and needy. He removes his briefs and now we’re both naked and staring at each other. His large, beautiful, dripping and ready cock juts out. I reach for it and he holds my wrist before I can wrap around him. Then he twists me around, his cock digging into my back.
He’s on my ear as his hands snake down the front of me. He’s moving slowly like he’s mapping my body. He murmurs and his stubble against my cheek makes me almost lose my mind.
“What do you mean you can’t?” He thrusts his fingers back into me and I arch into him.
He plays with me and I enjoy it like it’s a really good carnival ride without safety restraints. He pulls out and spins me around again. His lips are on mine, telling me that he’s in charge, and for the first time since Paris, I give up control.
“Tell me why,” he rasps. He leans down and sucks on my nipple, and I shiver as I begin to build. “Tell me why or I stop.”
It explodes out of my mouth, “Not since you. No one since you.”
He growls and now he’s relentless in his pursuit of my orgasm. I close my eyes. I’m so full of his long fingers as they search for a perfect spot. He’s pulling them all the way out and back in. I rasp out, “Christ. Make me come.”
“Look at me.” I open my eyes and he’s so close. “Come while I watch you. I don’t want to miss a flutter of your eyelashes or a tick of your mouth. Come now, my badass goddess. Let me remind you how good it can be when you let go. Come all over my hand before I turn you around and fill you with my cock. Do you get me, Bette? Come. Submit to me, don’t think.”
He gets more aggressive and he palms my breast, tweaking and pulling my sensitive nipple in rhythm with his other hand. My breathing gets faster and my vision clouds at the edges, there’s starbursts as I snap. It washes over me again and again. The largest, most perfect orgasm slams into me and I don’t think I’ll survive this much pleasure.
I almost fall to my knees, but he catches me with his long and perfect arm. He doesn’t stop his motions, only slows them as I contract around him. His breath catches as I attempt to catch mine.
“Hayden,” I whisper.
