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My skull prickles with pain as she threads her fingers into my hair and pulls on the strands like she’s trying to pull me off, but at the same time, pushes me closer.

I keep going until she’s coming on my tongue, moaning long and loud while squeezing my fingers with her pussy walls. Once she’s no longer trembling, I push off her to strip out of my clothes. I'm naked in seconds, dropping my body on top of hers as she reaches for me, my mouth claiming hers.

We’re a frenzied mess of groping hands and grinding bodies, breaths escaping one mouth, only to be sucked into the other. Reaching down, I line myself up and plow into her, needing to be surrounded, engulfed, fucking drowned in her warmth. It’s always a snug fit, and she gasps every time, as if I forced all the air from her body with my dick.

But she takes it. Welcomes it.

I thrust into her with deep, long strokes.

“Neilix,” she whimpers, clinging to my arms and bringing her legs around my waist.

“Shit,” I groan into her neck. “This isn’t going to take long.”

Every pump of my hips makes her body slide until her hands release me to push against the arm of the couch above her head, holding her still. It somehow has me reaching deeper, driving the need to reach so far inside her that she feels me for days.

“Sunflower, baby, I want you to come again.”

Breathy sounds burst from her lips, and I’m burning up, struggling to stave off my impending orgasm. Sweat beads along my brow, and I can feel the perspiration on my back as I slam into her.

“I can feel it,” she moans. “So close.”

I place all my weight on one side and reach down to rub tight circles around her clit, trying to help her along. It only takes a few more seconds before she’s clamping down around my cock, and I’m done for. Pleasure swarms my groin, and I tumble into the tunnel of ecstasy with her. This time, I don’t pull out, simply giving in to the primal urge flooding my system, telling me to empty inside her. With my forehead pressed against hers, I come with a growl, sounding more like an animal than a man.

I keep pumping until every last drop of cum has been drained from me, and then my hips slow to a languid pace. With one final press of my hips, I hold still deep inside, keeping our bodies flush. Then, resting on my forearms, I look down at her pinkened cheeks and strands of hair matted to her hairline.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

A lazy smile pulls at her cheeks. “I feel like a mess.”

I drop little kisses all over her face, unable to keep away. “Not to me.”

A few minutes pass, with me staying on top of her, and she finally starts to wiggle beneath me. “Are you going to let me up?”

“I thought I might spend the next while like this.”

A light laugh trickles out of her, and the movement squeezes my still sensitive-cock, causing a grunt from my throat. It hasn’t softened yet, so I shift my hips to test it again. Sienna’s eyes widen, feeling my intention.

“We’re going to make a mess of your couch,” she says a little breathlessly as I slowly grind against her.

“I’ll get it cleaned before Adi comes again.” I lean down and kiss her softly, my hips matching the pace of my mouth. This time, I go slow, making love to her and making sure every inch of her skin has been cherished.

It’s mid-morning the next day when I walk into the living room to assess the damage after being freshly showered. There are a couple of patches on the couch, but nothing too bad, and I wasn’t joking when I said I’d get it cleaned, so I’m not too worried.

A quiet knock on the door has my brows drawing together since I’m not expecting anyone. The fact that they knocked makes me think it’s Erika. Maybe her car needs a boost again. I smirk to myself. Perhaps now would be a good time to check if she wants Jason’s number.

I walk to the door and open it, forgetting that I’m only wearing a towel, but my stomach jumps right into my throat when I see Jason standing there. “Uh. Hey man. What’s up?” I adjust my glasses, then try not to fidget with my hands, hoping like hell Sienna doesn’t come out here.

He lifts a hand, rubbing across his jaw, the bruises from last night a little more evident today. “I just wanted to come see how you were doing after what went down last night.” His voice is almost monotone, alerting me that something is definitely wrong. A second later, his eyes drift to the side past my shoulder, like he’s looking at something behind me—or someone. “Hey sis.” Jason doesn’t react; he doesn’t start throwing punches or making threats. “Saw your car out front.”

My eyes fall shut at how stupid we were for not thinking about that. Then I turn to look at Sienna, who is wearing my fucking clothes. I don’t think there is any question about what is going on here. Her eyes are wide and worried, and her mouth is slightly parted like she wants to say something, but isn’t quite sure what.

I turn my attention back to find Jason stepping back, the expression on his face not just angry, but hurt as well, and that’s what cuts me. “Jason, I didn’t . . .” What? Mean to? Didn’t spend the better part of the last twelve hours inside his sister? Didn’t go behind his back?

I did all that.

He doesn’t wait around for me to finish my sentence. Turning around, he starts down the stairs, shocking me with his reaction.

“Jason,” Sienna calls, stepping up beside me.

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