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I wiggled my fingers beneath me, desperately wishing he hadn’t tied me up like this. As hot as it was, I wanted to scrape my nails down his back and feel him react to it. He pulled out of me suddenly and gripped me by the hips. Confusion slammed through my system, but realization quickly dawned on me when he rolled me on my stomach and lifted my hips in the air. He parted my legs before lining himself at my entrance and then slammed into me with a tight grip on my waist. The new position sent him deeper inside of me and with the ferocity of his movements, it felt like the breath had left me. My face was crushed into the mattress due to not having my arms available to me and I squirmed against him, trying to keep myself upright.

Dallas released a low groan, his breathing frantic and uneven. I hated him. I especially hated him for making this feel so damn good when I’d rather kick him in the balls and bring him pain. He reached beneath me, seating himself all the way in with the new movement. His hand toyed with one of my breasts and he pinched my nipple between his fingers. A gasp fluttered past my lips and the sensation had me tightening around him. He was probably going to ruin sex for me after this. Jameson was amazing, but it had been more of an emotional, desperate fuck. My encounter with Ashton had been unexpected and on a whim with my back pressed against a hard tree. I knew he could makeme feel just as good as this from past experiences, but those memories were vague.

Dallas retracted his hand and brought it down on my ass, causing me to jerk forward in surprise.

Embarrassing whimpers fled from me, and I found myself pushing my hips back as much as I could without having access to my arms.

“Christ,” he forced out. He slammed into me over and over again, causing pressure to build in my lower stomach.

I cried out as his balls slapped against my pussy with each thrust, the sensation becoming overwhelming. With one hand on my hip to hold me in place, he took the other one and placed a finger to my back entrance.

Panic slammed into me. “Dallas,” I warned, but it came out as more of a moan than anything. He ignored me, circling my hole with one of his fingers before inching it inside. The feeling was uncomfortable, but my juices had slid down my ass while in missionary, making it wet enough. He eased it in, inch by inch until I was pulsing around him from both ends.

“One day,” he grunted, driving himself into me again. “I’m going to fuck your tight ass.”

My breath caught in my throat at that declaration, but I was in no position to argue with him right now. He continued his descent with his finger until he was buried to the knuckle. Slowly, he started pumping it in and out, tearing another series of moans from my throat. I felt full enough between his cock and finger alone, the thought of him fucking my ass like this was a terrifying one.

In a few more pumps, heat was shooting though my core, making me shatter around him. A scream clawed its way up my throat as I came, my body convulsing from the overwhelming pleasure. My juices started dripping down my thighs and probably onto the comforter beneath us. He didn’t seem tomind it, though. He didn’t slow down until he was coming into the condom. My senses were so heightened down there that I could feel the warm liquid filling the condom. I shuddered, my muscles going slack as I worked to catch my breath. He stayed seated in me for a few moments before he pulled out of me, the cold air hitting the most sensitive parts of my body.

Instead of immediately climbing off the bed to discard the used rubber, his lips met my core from behind, and I gasped out in alarm. His tongue slid over my aching center, lapping up all the excess juice I’d spilled. He trailed his tongue from my pussy to my asshole, dipping his tongue inside a few times before reaching forward to undo the ropes around my arms. As soon as my hands were free, I fell onto my stomach.

The bed dipped beneath his weight as he stood and walked across the room to dispose of the condom in the trash. Sweat coated my body, my hair in disarray as I lay there, working to calm my racing heart.

“Next time, I’ll have you ride me,” he commented through ragged breaths of his own.

Next time…

There would be a next time.

Maybe a fuckbuddy wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, after all. Not if he made me feel likethat.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Ashton

Aryia - Twisted Love

I’d stupidly let my mom talk me into visiting again. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Dakota wasn’t also here. Astrid was rocking the baby between her arms, staring at the small child with love and adoration. It was around seven in the evening, and I really just wanted to go home and sleep. Soccer practice was extensive and then we had the whole mess with Everleigh, Briley, and Lucas.

Dad and Dakota were laughing about something, and it had me gritting my teeth. Logically, I knew he was their son. They loved him unconditionally as they loved me, but it still pissed me the hell off.

I was seated in the armchair across the room while they took up the couch. The last time I was here, Everleigh was in my lap, and it had been a decent distraction. As much as having her here pissed me off,nothaving her here pissed me off even more.

I didn’t even know what they were talking about. But Dakota’s words sliced through my internal thoughts, pulling me back to reality.

“I know.” He chuckled. “He’s an idiot. Pics or it didn’t happen, right?” All I knew was that they were talking about work related bullshit, but his words cut through something deep within me. I just didn’t understand why.

Mom shook her head in amusement, clinging onto every word my brother said. I bit the inside of my cheek, ready to get this visit over with. I mostly just showed up because I felt bad for my mom. Her husband worked all the time, and both her kids were moved out of the house. She was probably lonely.

Annoyance surged through me. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to seehisface. The fact that Astrid knew what he did and still stuck by his side after he cheated on her with anunderagedgirl, spoke volumes. They fucking deserved each other.

I shoved myself to my feet abruptly, anger simmering beneath my skin. My mom glanced over at me with concern flickering across her face.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, capturing the attention of everyone else in the room.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “Yeah. I’m just tired. I had a long day at school. I’ll swing by next week for dinner.”

A frown tugged at her lips, but if she wanted to say something against it, she didn’t. “Oh, okay.”

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