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I don’t know who he thinks he’s talking to, but I won’t stand for his basic moves. I am not his one-night stand and I deserve more.

With all my strength, I push him back and roll him onto the mattress. I straddle myself over him while he watches me, stunned with his arms out, not knowing what to do.

“I am your friend, and I deserve more respect than that,” I tell him as I stroke his penis to be hard once again. It started going a little limp when he distanced himself from me.

“Oh, fuck.” His eyes roll back into his head as he bites his lip. His hands shoot out to my hips as I keep jerking him off. “I’d rather come in your pussy than in your hand,” he warns me to stop with his lightly tan skin turning red as he struggles to hold it in.

“Don’t say that word.” I slap his face with a sharp sting across his cheek. “Oh!” My hands cover my mouth, shocked at what I‘ve done. “I’m sorry.”

He clicks his jaw and faces me. His eyes blackened out as he looks up. “Do it again.”

I hesitate but slap his other cheek, softer this time.

“Harder, Willa.” He lifts my hips and fills me up. Impaling me onto his cock.

I slap him again, still not as hard as the first time.

“Harder. And grind that fucking pussy while you’re at it.”

I slap him harder across the face. He grins, getting the pain he wanted.

Leaning over to gain leverage, I thrust and clench my walls around him as tight as I can.

“I hate that word,” I breathe out just as he grabs my face and smashes his lips onto mine.

Our tongues wrestle against each other as I keep thrusting and grinding. It’s messy and rough, but fuck, I think it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. And that’s a horrible thought. Carter and I don’t have the connection that Vic and I had. Or were supposed to have.

Three years wasted.

Carter lifts his hips, stilling inside me as he fills the condom up. He reaches up and pinches my nipple as I come, screaming out in gratitude for the huge monster dick attached to this cocky man.

I collapse on top of him, and rest my eyes. Lying here panting against each other in a haze of orgasms and rum.

Chapter 14

Carter

I wake up to the sound of a loud snore against my ear.

Willa.

God, she’s fucking loud.

I shouldn’t have fallen asleep. We shouldn’t have had sex either, but I’m not complaining when it’s the best sex I’ve had in a long time. I tried disassociating myself like I always end up doing, but Willa called me out on it. She wasn’t having it, and fuck, it felt good to be slapped around like that.

With a long stretch, I slide my hard-again dick out of her. She fell asleep with my cock still inside and I was too exhausted and drunk to move her.

I hope this doesn’t change anything between us. I’ve gotten used to having a friend. I don’t have many of those.

The snoring stops while I’m tying the condom off and cleaning the mess with the tissues she has on the side of her bed. Willa’s eyes pop open right next to my face.

“You were snoring,” she grumbles at me.

“No, that was you.” I laugh.

She rolls off and onto her back with a groan. “My head hurts.”

“That’s what hangovers feel like.”

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