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“Ugh!” I growl in frustration as I try to come, but I can’t. This is frustrating me. My body is overheated, and I need something. I need to come, and he’s denying me that right.

“You never said you would be cruel, Free,” I tell him as my body writhes on the bed for him. I spread my legs wide and look directly at him, giving him a full view of my pussy. I don’t care at this point. I don’t care if he sees all of me.

I tug at my nipples, pulling and plucking as I roll my hips, needing some kind of friction. Free swallows hard as he looks me over before standing to his feet.

“I’ve never broken my own rules,” he says as I watch him slowly strip out of his clothes. Oh, thank god. I’m going to get that much-needed relief after all.

When he’s naked, his hard cock juts out in front of him as he climbs onto the bed. He moves to position himself in between my thighs, and I moan once more. His eyes meet mine, and they hold there for a long second.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I need you, Free. Not the others!”

Chapter 12

Free

Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit. I should not be doing this. I shouldn’t even be entertaining the idea of doing this. It’s what I have the other guys and girls for. I’ve never had a girl beg for me, though. Never.

They’ve all always found one of the guys or girls and did their thing. This is the first time one of them has actually begged for me. I sit in between her parted thighs as I look at her glistening pussy before me. She’s so fucking wet right now that it would be easy to slide into her. But I don’t want to. I do want to. I’m so fucking confused right now.

“Please, Free. None of the others will do. I need you,” she screams once more as she tries to fight what her body wants. She’s begging for me, but that isn’t enough. I grab my cell and call Ricky to come in here. I don’t care that I’m naked. I don’t care that she’s naked.

A few minutes tick past, and he enters the room.

“What the hell? You’re naked.”

“I need your help,” I tell him as Addison continues to run her hands all over her body. She’s so fucking aroused right now that I doubt she’ll know the difference between who it is touching her. That’s what I needed Ricky for. I don’t want to break my own rules, and I’ve almost already done that.

“What do you need?”

“Make her come. Hands only,” I tell him. Ricky nods his head and sits on the edge of the bed. He slips his hand between her parted thighs and slowly eases a finger in and out of her. She arches her back as he inserts another and another until he’s filling her full. Addison rolls her hips with his motions as she fucks his hand. I think this is going to do it. This is going to be enough for her, but I’m wrong. She doesn’t come. She screams and fists the sheets next to her, but she doesn’t come.

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Ricky asks.

“She needs to come. Her body just isn’t lettin’ her,” I tell him.

“Because I want you! I fucking want you, Free!”

“There’s your answer,” Ricky chuckles as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of her. Her body arches, and he groans when she clenches around him, but she still doesn’t let go. Instead, tears leak down her cheeks as she turns her head to look at me.

“You’re doing this to me! Why, Free? Why are you doing this?” she cries, tears now pouring down her cheeks. I hate seeing her like this. I don’t want to be the cause of her pain. I nod once at Ricky, and he pulls his hand free from inside her, and she moans loudly once more. Then he stands and leaves the room, leaving us alone. I break my own fucking rules for this girl.

I climb down between her legs and run my tongue over her slick heat and over her clit. Her body jerks as her hands find my hair. She tugs and pulls me closer to her, and I go in for the kill. I lick at her, circling her clit until her legs tremble.

“Free. Oh God,” she cries out as I keep going. I don’t want her to stop screaming until she’s coming all over my tongue, and that’s what I force her to do. I keep licking, nipping, and sucking until her legs begin to quake, and she shudders before coming hard. I lap up all she has to offer. I shouldn’t. I should pull away now, but I don’t stop, not until my face is covered in her juices, and even then, I keep going. I take everything she has to give and then some.

When I pull away from her, she’s trying to catch her breath, but she isn’t done yet. I can see it. She’s still horny. She still needs more. That’s what the drug does. It makes you want more and crave more. Knowing I’ve already fucked up and gotten myself into this mess, I climb up her body and thrust my cock inside her. Her pussy grips me, holding tight as I rock into her. Her hands come up to my arms, and I wince from the pain in my bad arm. She quickly pulls away from my bad arm but doesn’t stop clawing at my good one. I lift her leg over my good shoulder so I can get deeper. I need deeper. I need more of her.

Then I fuck her hard and raw. I fuck her until I can’t breathe. I fuck her until we’re both shuddering and trying to battle for control. I keep going, knowing this isn’t going to be enough for her. She needs this. I made her need this, and now she’s using me to get what she needs. And for some reason, I can’t seem to mind that. In the back of my head, I know it’s all wrong, and I can feel it, but looking down at her writhing and calling out my name, it’s all right. She wanted this. Wanted me. And who the hell was I to say no? She didn’t want the other guys. She wanted me. None of them have ever wanted me before.

Her pussy clenches around me, and a breath escapes me. She’s milking me for all I have to offer and then some. I feel her pussy tighten once more before I use my good arm to find her clit. I play with it, circling it and rubbing it hard and fast until she cries out my name.

“Free!” She screams as she falls apart once more for me. I do the same, filling her with everything I have in me.

After a few minutes, I calm my breathing and pull out of her, dropping to the bed next to her. She isn’t finished. She can’t be because the drugs are working their magic. Sure, she might take a little break and breathe, but that’s it. She’s not done tonight, though. She lays next to me, and my heart pounds against my ribs.

“Why me?” I ask her.

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