Page 63 of Released from the Sin Bin

“Will—” I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning her name.

This is crazy.

Willa is my friend, but I need to feel that same release she brought out of me.

“Hit me.” I request Valerie to do the thing I need the most.

“What?” She breathes out between harsh moans.

“Slap me across my face.” I beg and keep thrusting.

Hesitating, she lifts her hand and lightly taps my cheek.

“Harder,” I groan, and thrust violently into her. “Slap my face while I slap my balls against your dirty skank pussy.”

“Jerk.” She slaps me, but it has nothing on the force Willa used.

It’s not enough. I’m losing steam and my leg is cramping in this small space.

“That’s it, Slut. Let go and squeeze my cock.” I reach down and press my finger against her ass while pulsing up into her clit. Quick little pulses that drive her crazy and do absolutely nothing for me.

“Carter, yes!” she screams out and comes with a shudder.

I follow along, faking my orgasm. I’d keep going, but I want it to be over. Taking the condom off, I hide it and slip my pants back on while she catches her breath. I don’t want word getting out that I can’t fucking finish.

Would it be horrible if I told her to get the fuck out of my car?

I find her jeans and hand them over as a hint to move along.

Without asking, she grabs the water bottle from my hand and takes a sip. Eyeing me as if what she’s doing is seductive, but all I am is annoyed that I have to buy a new water bottle. She caps it and hands it back as I toss over her coat and get out to get mine on.

As soon as I exit my car, a throat clears and short nails tap on my hood.

“Did you forget about me?” Willa leans against my car. “You said you could drive me to therapy.”

Shit. I forgot. She texted me before my first class, asking for a ride to the training facilities for her physical therapy to start. They're on campus but next to the arena and too far for her to walk.

Valerie comes out after me, pulling her coat on.

“Thanks for the ride,” she winks and reaches up to kiss me, but I turn away, checking for Willa’s reaction.

She looks away, sucking her lips between her teeth.

“Are we late?” I slam the back door shut and open the front to help her in.

“No, but I said to meet me and you didn’t show or text me back.” She climbs in, swinging her boot up, and passing her crutches for me to put them in the back.

“I’m sorry.” I round the front and quickly start up the engine.

Willa is silent as we pull out of the lot. Driving around the curve, I have to stop short for a couple of students walking across the street. On instinct, my arm shoots out to block Willa from being thrown forward.

“Sorry,” I grunt, and remove my arm from her chest.

“It’s been less than twenty-four hours.” The gates open and everything Willa is thinking comes spilling out. “I get we’re just friends. I don’t want anything more, but really? Was I really that bad that you had to find someone else to get you off?”

“Whoa, what?” Does she really think that?

“Vic would make comments about how I could be better, but am I that bad? What am I doing wrong?” Her short blonde hair moves with a shake of her head. “You’re my friend, you can tell me. Maybe you can teach me. I’ve read a ton of articles and Vic and I used to practice different positions—”

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