Page 25 of Sinful Secrets

He seems conflicted, like he’s torn in half with half of him wanting to bring me upstairs and the other half wanting to look for his friend.

“But being a good friend is an exception. If he needs you, then you should be there for him.”

He sighs and pulls me closer. “I’ve already done everything I can. It’s not in my hands anymore.”

I look up at him, studying his face for a few seconds. “Are you sure?”

The elevator dings a second before the doors open. He pulls me inside and presses his lips to mine.

As much as I want to protest and demand that he go look for his friend, I don’t. Once his lips are on mine, I melt like ice cream in the scorching summer sun.

I don’t register him pushing the button for his floor or the elevator stopping.

Gripping my ass, he lifts me up and carries me a few doors down to his apartment.

He expertly unlocks the door and closes it behind us.

“I’ll give you a tour of my place later. I’m too impatient right now.” He says as he navigates through his darkened apartment.

He throws me on his bed and a second later, his hands grasp at my shorts, pulling them and my panties down in one long tug. He reaches for the hem of my tank top as I sit up and reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head before he can remove mine.

I let him pull my tank top up over my head before reaching for his pants. My hands shake as I unbutton the button and unzip his jeans, and drag them down his thick, muscular thighs.

For fuck’s sake. This isn’t my first time. It’s not even my first time with Spencer. So why am I this nervous?

I lower his boxer briefs, freeing his already hard cock. Licking my lips, I lean forward and suck the tip of his glistening cock into my mouth. He lets out a deep growl as his hands thread through the back of my head.

“Oh, Savannah.” My name comes out of his mouth as a whisper, like he’s afraid of breaking the spell.

I pick up the pace, taking more of him into my mouth until he’s hitting the back of my throat.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to come in your pretty little mouth.”

His words egg me on, but he’s got different plans in mind because he pulls back. His cock is yanked out of my mouth with a resounding pop.

He reaches into the end table and pulls out a condom, ripping it open and sheathing his erection in record time before climbing on the bed, pinning my body to the mattress, and caging my head between his arms.

Reaching between our bodies, he rubs the head of his erection through my wet slit. On every up slide, he teases my clit, sending jolts of electricity through my body.

“God, Spencer. Are you trying to make me combust?”

“Not combust, but if I can make you come again, I will.”

He leans back and continues to rub his cock through my arousal before teasing my clit. I angle my hips and try to trick him into thrusting inside me, but he chuckles and pulls away.

“Ugh. Please Spencer. Please fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He grips my hips and drapes my legs over his shoulder, lifting my ass off the mattress before easing through my folds.

Inch by glorious inch, he presses into me, stretching me wide as he buries himself to the hilt.

“Faster Spencer. There’s no need for slow foreplay.”

He pounds into me at a bruising pace, not giving me time to continue my rant.

My walls tighten around him, not wanting to let him escape from my grasp. His cock thickens and swells inside me as our breathing becomes ragged.

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