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“Fuck me,” I panted.

I reached into my bra, pulling out a condom. I always came prepared. Unprotected sex wasn’t an option, regardless of how turned on I was. Not when money was tight, and insurance didn’t exist for people like me.

He grabbed me by the waist, turning me until my back hit the wall. He reached beneath my skirt, running his fingers through my slit before he released a ragged breath.

A flirty smile twisted my lips as he rolled the condom on, but it turned into a shocked gasp when he hoisted me up without warning and plunged inside of me. My arms wound around his neck, his hips slapping against me. As hot as this was, I needed more. He wasn’t necessarily lacking in the dick department; he just didn’t know how to use it the way I wanted.

My fingernails bit into the material of his shirt, my back scraping against the hard exterior of the building behind me.

His grunts filled the silent air, but it was all wrong.

Closing my eyes, Ashton’s face flashed through my mind, making my pussy clamp down around the boy fucking me. He moaned out in response, but to me, it was an afterthought. All I could think about was how Ash used to fuck me. Hard and with so much ruthlessness that it felt like he hated me. Then, he’d hold me close and make me feel loved.

My teeth clamped down on my lower lip as I tried to imagine what that would feel like after not having sex like that in so long. The imagery was hot enough, though, making me shatter around my boyfriend’s dick in seconds.

Lucas’s voice pulled me from those thoughts of betrayal. He was panting, grunting, snapping his hips against mine in jerky movements. It was completely uncoordinated.

He came into the condom before setting me down on my feet. I quickly adjusted my skirt and leaned against the building, my thoughts a jumbled mess. Since when did I have to think about my ex-boyfriend in order to get off?

Guilt twisted my stomach, even though I’d never utter a word of it to anyone. Not even Amber.

For the first time since we started dating, I contemplated breaking up with Lucas to put him out of his misery. Or…mymisery. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with Lucas anymore; things were just complicated in my world right now. But when Lucas pulled me into his chest, running a hand down the back of my head in a comforting motion, I melted against him. Maybe Ash and Jameson were right. I was nothing more than a whore and a slut.

CHAPTER TEN

Everleigh

Age 17

Two Feet - I Think I Want It

Ashton’s fingers trailed soothing circles along the bare skin of my back. The blanket was pooled around my waist, but if it wasn’t, then I was sure we’d be going for round two. My pussy was still so sore and swollen to the point where I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to walk.

“I have to go to Banks Enterprises today,” he muttered, planting a gentle kiss to the back of my shoulder. I groaned, instinctively, pushing my ass against him. His hand moved to my hip, gripping it tightly. The small amount of pressure had pain shooting through me from our last session. There was already a bruise there from how rough he’d been, but I loved every second of it. He fucked me like he couldn’t get enough, like no matter how deep inside of me he was, he needed to get deeper until he’d buried himself into my soul completely.

“I wish you didn’t have to go.” I pouted, even though I was turned away from him and he couldn’t see me.

“It’ll only be for a few hours. Dad just wants to take me on a tour and show me how their systems work,” he explained, dragging my ass against him himself. His dick slipped between my cheeks, sending a new current of desire spiraling through me. Gyrating his hips, he rubbed against me, slipping his hand up to cup my breast. “Kash will be here soon to pick you up. He offered to chill with you until I get back.”

I snorted at that. I couldn’t imagine Kash willingly choosing to be alone with me. “Offered, or talked into?” I smirked. “And will Crystal be with him?” That thought left a bitter taste in my subconscious.

He huffed a laugh, dragging his lips up the side of my neck. Shivers erupted down my spine, making me crave him all over again. A whimper fell from my lips, and I found myself pushing my hips back to gain more friction. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so goddamn tempting.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I reminded him, though I didn’t stop pushing my ass against him.

He grunted, his hand tightening around my breast. “Talked into and no. Crystal won’t be coming.”

“I swear he secretly hates me.” I knew that wasn’t the case. We always got along, and he was playful like Jameson was without the flirty innuendos. They both enjoyed teasing me. He just refused to be alone with me.

“He doesn’t. He just doesn’t want anything that can be misconstrued coming back to bite him in the ass. Girls have lied in the past, telling people that he did things to them, or told them things that have never happened. “

I paused my movements, a stitch forming between my brows. “Like sexual assault?”

“God no. Like consensual sex. He’s popular. Girls like to lie about it, thinking it’ll give them a leg up on the social ladder when he refuses to actually fuck them. Since you’re my girlfriend, he doesn’t want to take that chance.”

“And he thinks I’d do that to him?” I couldn’t keep the bitterness out of my words. It felt like a slap in the face.

He sighed, flicking his thumb over my nipple. “No. This situation is different. He doesn’t want me to think that he’s trying to fuck you or something.”

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