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He lifts me, starting down the hall. “Two minutes inside your mouth. I’ll finish inside your cunt.”

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Zeke

I nudge the bedroom door open, carrying her inside. I drop her down on the bed, not caring that she hasn’t put her sheets on yet. She instantly unbuttons my jeans, pulling my cock free and sliding her lips over the head. I fist my hands in her hair, roughly fucking her mouth.

She promised me two minutes. Pretty sure she gives me three before easing back. Her lips are swollen. Face flushed. Absolutely stunning.

I toe off my shoes and strip off my clothes while she does the same. Her phone falls out of her pocket and I pick it up, opening the camera. I press record, climbing onto the bed.

She doesn’t protest. No, my little firecracker spreads open her legs, exposing her glistening pussy. Her fingers rub her clit and I stroke my cock, watching her.

“Damn, you’re wet. Is that for me?”

She smirks. “For your cock.”

I push the tip inside, filming my every move as I ease in and out of her. She moans and bucks against me until our flesh slaps together.

“Did you ever get this wet for him?”

She shakes her head.

“For anyone?”

Again, she shakes her head.

“Only me. Only for my cock.”

She nods and I pound into her, finally tossing the phone onto the bed so I can fuck her properly. My fingertips dig into her hips. Sweat beads on my forehead.

“Come, Zeke! Come in my pussy!” she encourages me. “Oh fuck! I’m coming!”

Her pussy tightens, milking every last drop from me. I collapse onto the bed beside her, pulling her to me. My skin is fire where we touch. Heart pounds. She drops a kiss onto my lips, then disentangles from my grasp. I watch her cross the room and head into the bathroom.

I shouldn’t be annoyed that she didn’t stay longer. We aren’t supposed to fucking spoon. But maybe I wouldn’t have minded it so much this time. I did bring her food and beer, after all.

Annoyed, I pick up the phone and go to the video. It only takes me seconds to find her ex’s contact info. Even less time to press send.

18

Cleo

When I return from the bathroom, Zeke’s gone. My phone is on the bed, my discarded clothes on the floor, and a wet spot on the mattress. I feel a pang of disappointment. Yes, I rushed out. No, I didn’t want him to leave. I just had to get away from him. Had to stop the skin-on-skin contact. The cuddling. It gave me too many feels. I don’t trust myself where he’s concerned.

I pull on my panties and shirt, then head into the living room. My heart skips a beat and my tummy does this little flip-flop. He’s still here. He’s sitting on my sofa drinking a beer and watching television.

“I thought you left.”

“I didn’t.”

My lips twitch, wanting to smile. I come sit beside him, and he grabs my legs, pulling them over his. He’s watching a cooking show. A fucking cooking show. Rather than give him shit, I say nothing. The more I get to know Zeke Ford, the more I like him.

His hand absentmindedly rubs my legs. Thank God I shaved. I relax against the cushions, enjoying his company as well as his silence. It’s getting late, but I have no intention of asking him to leave. After a while, he lays on the opposite end, our legs tangled over each other. With a grin, he massages my feet.

“Food, beer, sex, and now a foot massage? What are you trying to do to me?” I joke.

He takes my toes into his mouth, twirling his tongue over the digits, and I squirm. I swear, he’s a sex addict. Maybe I am, too. Addicted to him anyway. Unfortunately, his phone interrupts.

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