Page 69 of Chaos at Westbrook High

This feels better than good. Better than anything I’ve ever felt before. I can feel all of him. Every inch of his body against mine. Every inch of his dick sliding in and out of my pussy.

It feels like he’s lit a match inside me and I’m about to explode.

It feels like everything.

“God, baby, you’re dripping all over me.”

Breathing heavily against his face, I drop my eyes to his parted mouth. I want to kiss him. I want him to kiss me. But I don’t make the move. It feels too important. Too much.

He’s staring at my mouth too. “Say it again.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to want this. I need you to want this, Hailey.”

Swallowing, I whisper, “Yes.”

I barely get the word out before his mouth is on mine. He pulls my jaw down with his thumb, opening me up for him, then grabs the back of my neck, controlling the angle of my head. His lips are soft, but his kiss is rough. Demanding and claiming.

Too much.

Too much and not enough all at once.

When he rolls his tongue against mine, I tighten my grip on his hair and squeeze my legs around his waist. He seems to know what I want, and even though I can tell he wants to play with me some more, to tease me and prolong this for as long as possible, he doesn’t deny me. He can’t deny me. I like that.

“Take it,” he rasps, slowing his pace to grind on me. “Anything you want. It’s yours.”

I come, crying out into his mouth while my pussy convulses around him. He bites down on my lip, his blunt nails digging into my ass while he keeps fucking me, riding me through it.

“Fuck.” He sounds delirious. “Fuck…me.”

I sag and hook my arms around his neck, laying my head on his shoulder. The collar of the black hoodie he’s wearing is soft against my cheek. He smells good. Really good. I have the strangest urge to ask him which cologne he uses so I can smother myself in it.

I think he broke me.

He hasn’t come yet, but he’s not fucking me anymore. He’s just holding me, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his head against mine, his dick still hard and full inside m?—

“Oh my God.” I jerk my head back to look at him, finding him staring right back at me with a matching look of shock on his face.

“Don’t be mad at me.”

“Oh my God,” I repeat, jumping down from his arms and shoving away from him.

“You’re mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you, you idiot,” I hiss, raking my hands through my tangled hair.

We didn’t use a condom. I didn’t even think about it.

What is wrong with me?

When I catch him grinning at me like a fool, I hit him with the nastiest look I can muster. “What?”

“You look so fucking hot right now.” He eyes my messy hair, moving his gaze all the way down my body to the hem of the light gray shirt at my thighs.

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m not joking.” He closes the distance between us and catches me by the waist. Pulling me back into his arms, he gently kisses my closed mouth, the tip of my nose, my cheek. “Are you on birth control?” he asks, moving down to the crook of my neck.

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