Page 61 of The First Time

“Please, fuck me.”

She’s needy for me and I love it. I pull my sweats off completely and roll over so my body is lying on top of hers, letting most of my weight rest on my elbow. Then I grab my dick and replace my fingers with it, fucking her while she’s on her stomach.

It gives me the perfect access to whisper filthy things in her ear. I slide inside of her then lick the patch of skin behind her ear, and she gasps.

“Your ass looks incredible while I fuck this tight pussy,” I tell her.

She looks up at me through hooded eyes, and my heart skips a beat. I’ll never get over the fact that it’s my Freckles who is letting me do these things to her. I lean down and kiss her lips as I pick up the pace.

I put both my hands on the bed so I can hold myself up and really get a look at my view. Her ass, her slender back, her pussy are all in my line of sight, then her beautiful face looking up at me. It’s enough to make me feel like I’m about to start to lose it.

I fuck her hard and fast now, desperate and chasing my own release. She screams and tightens around my dick as she comes, letting me know it’s for me to let go. As soon as I am done, I fall on top of her.

Both of us are breathing heavily as I pull myself out. I don’t have to ask her to stay; thankfully, it’s just understood now. A guy doesn’t buy out the entire drugstore for just anybody.

Chapter Twenty

Layla

“Oh my god, you’re the best,” Charlotte says upon answering the door and seeing me holding up a bag of greasy cheeseburgers from our favorite fast-food joint.

She grabs the bags out of my hands and walks away from me. I laugh to myself as I walk inside and close the door. That’s why she’s my best friend. “Hello to you too!” I shout jokingly.

I walk into the kitchen to find Charlotte sitting at the table, scrummaging through the bags.

“What’s up, sis?” my brother walks by with a hammer in his hands.

I don’t even ask what he’s working on now. He’s always fixing or updating something around here. This house is huge and seems to have an endless list of things needing to be repaired.

“Where’s Brie?” I ask as I sit down at the table.

“She’s taking a nap,” Charlotte answers over a huge bite of her cheeseburger.

I know we like this food, but she’s on another level right now. She literally moans over her burger after she swallows her first bite.

“Everything alright over there?” I ask with amusement.

“Ugh, I’m finally feeling better and able to keep some food down. I’m just ravenous now. It’s like my body has been deprived of food for weeks and wants to make up for its missed meals.”

I chuckle as I open the wrapper of my own burger. “Well, you deserve it. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Your brother must think I’m gross. I can’t fit into any of my pants anymore, and I’m eating like I’m preparing for the finals of a food-eating competition.”

“I’m pretty sure you could eat all the food in the world, and my brother would still be crazy over you,” I tell her.

She rolls her eyes at me, knowing I’m full of shit but takes another bite of her burger.

“It feels like we haven’t really had a chance to talk since you’ve been back from Italy. Are you settling back into work alright?” she asks through a mouth full of food.

I feel bad that I haven’t told her what happened in Italy with Josh, but it didn’t feel like a conversation to have in passing. I’m sure she’ll have a million questions. There’s also the weird dynamic of her being with my brother. She will have to keep it from him until Josh and I agree to tell him. I’m not sure how she will feel about that.

“Work is crazy, exactly what it was before I left.”

“Ah, so the entire place didn’t crash and burn because you took a vacation?” She raises an eyebrow at me.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You were right.” I stick my tongue out at her. “But seriously, going away was exactly what I needed. It showed me that I was hiding in my work, not opening myself up to other things in my life.”

“Really? That’s so amazing. I love that you got so much out of the trip. To be honest, I was panicking the entire time.”

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