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My nose scrunches at her judgmental tone, and I pin her with a glare. “You’ve been to this place multiple times. And at least I broke up with him. He’s been fucking someone behind my back.”

Brit’s face pales, and she looks away from me. I can see her breathing pick up, and her eyes twitch.

“What?” she whispers in shock, and if I didn’t know the truth, I would think she’s upset on my behalf. I wait in silence as she takes the time to process what I said, sipping my coffee as I watch her. When she turns to me, tears stream down her face, and she shakes her head.

“That’s why you broke up with him? So you could hook up with someone? How’d you find out he was cheating?”

“Got sent proof.”

A small gargle escapes her throat and her eyebrows pinch. “Proof?”

I nod, shrugging one shoulder. “Him cozy with some blonde in the library. They were kissing too. It’s kind of blurry, but I could make out him and his clothes. You know how he loves to wear the blue striped sweatshirt with the weird dead looking bear on the back?”

It’s also the shirt he was wearing in one of the many videos she had on her phone. Brit jerks as if I hit her, and her hand flinches, almost like she’s stopping herself from grabbing her own blonde hair. “I just—wow.”

I nod again slowly, raising my eyebrows in equal mock outage. “Yup.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Move on, forget about him. Fuck other people.”

She grimaces. “I can’t believe you fucked a stranger.”

Rolling my eyes, I take another drink of my coffee. “Whatever, it was better than anything I’ve ever had before.”

Brit chokes on air, coughing loudly. “What?!”

I shrug. “It’s true. Jacob is a very selfish lover. This guy has me coming while barely touching me.” A part of me wonders if I should be telling her about my sex with her father, but I don’t feel guilty, and she’ll never know it was him. And then another part of me thinks she can go fuck herself. I should shove the fact that her dad’s cum is leaking out of my pussy right into her face. That would teach her, boyfriend fucking bitch.

Smiling, I straighten my shoulders and hold up my coffee. “You should grab one. It tastes great. Then we can finish shopping?”

If she thinks my behavior is odd, she doesn’t comment. And I know she’s withholding her anger about me ditching her because of her own guilt. Her eyes roam over my face before she nods slowly.

“Yeah, sure. Let me just grab one.”

Chapter Six

Owen

I watch TV, not retaining anything happening on the screen as I wait for the minutes to pass. It’s an idiotic, foolish craving to want to fuck her again, but I can’t help myself. I had a taste of her sweet pussy, and I am gone for her. Licking my lips, I glance at my phone and blow out a breath when I see it’s after midnight.

When I open my door, the apartment is quiet as I walk down the hallway. Peyton looks up at me when I enter the living room, the soft glow of her phone shutting off as she sets it down. My gaze shifts to Brit’s sleeping form, and I walk to the other side, holding my hand out for Peyton.

She smirks, her fingers curling around mine before yanking me to her. I stumble, barely catching myself from falling onto her on the couch. She cups my face, her lips attacking mine in the next second. I grip her hip, lay over her and drop my weight to push her into the cushions as we kiss. Her legs open, cradling my hips as I rock against her center. I’m already hard as fuck for her, but being so close has me desperate for more.

“Let’s go to my room,” I say against her mouth.

Peyton arches into my hold as my hand slides under her shirt, and I palm her breast. “Or you can just fuck me here. And then we can move to your room.”

My cock throbs, knowing I shouldn’t indulge her request. She wants the risk of getting caught, and it’s shameful that the thought turns me on as well. I stare down at her; the challenge lingering in her eyes as she rubs her cunt against me.

“Fuck it,” I growl. I push her panties to the side, shoving two of my fingers into her. Peyton claps her hand over her mouth as I pump them hard, stretching her as much as I can before I impale her with my cock. “You gotta relax, honey. Or I’m gonna have to force you to take it.”

She nods frantically. “Make me take it, please.”

I kneel back, yanking her panties off and then grabbing her hips to lift her pussy to my face. Peyton bites down on her pillow as I devour her cunt, lapping at her juices and circling her clit with my tongue. When she’s drenched my face, I let her open legs fall onto my thighs and shove my pants down to free my thick, hard cock. Squeezing her ass, I scoot down on the lounge cushion and open her legs further so I can settle between them. I surge forward into her and pull her back towards me at the same time. Her chin presses into her chest and my tip rubs against the top of her walls. Peyton’s legs tremble around me, and she tightens so much it’s like she’s strangling my cock. It takes a few short strokes before I reach the end of her and she inhales sharply when I press deeper, my balls rubbing against her ass.

“You feel me, honey? You feel my entire cock buried inside your tight cunt?” I rasp between gritted teeth. The husky whisper is barely audible, but she nods anyway. Her nails dig into my arms where I’m holding her above my thighs. So tiny in my grip, like I could break her in half if I keep forcing myself inside.

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