Page 177 of How to Win the Girl

He finally buries himself inside me, his thick, hard dick filling me with so much more than his heat. He fills me with…

With…

Happiness.

Can dicks do that?

Our kisses deepen. Become more intense, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

When Drake’s hitsjust the right spot, I let out a soft moan into his mouth. I knew I was close, so close to the edge, tension leaving my body.

His pelvis rotates. Hips thrust.

We learn each other’s rhythms, back and forth—up and down—back and forth. Again and again…

And again.

You know in the movies, when two people are having sex, and they lock eyes? I never thought that happened in real life. I always thought it was cheesy, and if it happened to me, I would look away and break the contact.

But I don’t.

Drake’s eyes are hooded, staring into mine.

It’s the strangest feeling…

Lips parted.

Hair falling into his forehead.

I thought our first time would be a major fuck-fest, fast and hard and done with as soon as it started, but I was wrong.Is he making love to me?

Feels like it.

Looks like it.

Is that what this is?

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Drake

DoI half expect to be kicked out when we’re done having sex?

Yes.

Why?

Daisy seems like the type who sleeps in the center of her bed, hogging all the covers and blankets. So she surprises me by snuggling up after we wash up and I crawl onto the bed, under the covers.

I collapse, still completely naked, pulling the bedspread up to my chest.

Her head rests there.

“Your pecs don’t make a good pillow.” She presses a finger into my flesh.

“It doesn’t?” This is news to me.

“No, it’s too hard. Is it necessary to work out so much? I’d like a place to rest my head.”

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