Page 19 of The Pump Fake

“Fuck, you are so tight. It’s heaven,” I groan.

Once I’m all the way in, I pause for a moment, trying to gather myself. Jade begins to slap my ass, telling me to move. Not one to disappoint, I do, of course, move. Pulling myself out and pushing back in, each time feeling like the first.

“Jade. You are mine,” I tell her over and over again, bringing us both to new heights. Sex has never felt like this. I’m already addicted.

“Yes. Yes. I’m yours,” she groans moving her hand toward her clit, but I swat it away.

“I told you I’m always going to give you what you need,” I say as my fingers slowly rub against her clit.

Her pussy clenches around me and I grit my teeth, making sure I don’t come too soon. Jade will always come first, in everything.

Relief washes over me when she yells, “I’m coming.”

She comes on my cock and I don’t wait much longer as she pulls me into oblivion with her. Both of us are heaving as I roll off of her, making sure I don’t crush her.

“That was unexpected,” she said.

Propping myself up, I pull my eyebrows in and ask, “What do you mean?”

“I just mean, I knew it would be great, but that was better than great,” she heaves with a huge smile on her face.

“That’s because we were meant to be together,” I mutter under my breath as I get up and head to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean us up, especially her. I know now that I have her, she might think this is fake, but I’m playing for keeps.

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Jade

“Are you sure I look okay?” Jessica asks me for the third time in the last twenty minutes as she straightens the shirt that she has on.

“You look great, babe. He’s going to be falling all over you tonight,” I tell her.

“God, I hope so. He’s so hot,” she says.

I make a yuck face because the idea of thinking Hunter is in anyway hot, is crazy. That is something I don’t even want to think about. Jessica laughs at my antics. Looking over at her as she loudly chuckles makes me realize that I’m doing fun girl things.

This is something that I’ve only done with my sister, which wasn’t very often because Mya is almost ten years older than me. Is this what it feels like to have friends? Am I making friends?

A warm feeling spreads in my chest at the idea of having and making friends. The idea that Cliff suggested for me to be more open with my teammates doesn’t seem to be such a crazy idea anymore.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I look down to see Cliff’s name on my screen. Clicking on it, I read.

Cliff: We’re downstairs. Waiting.

Me: We’ll be down in a minute.

“They’re here,” I inform Jessica.

“Sounds good,” she yells from the other room. “I’m ready,” she says a moment later coming out of the bathroom with her purse hanging off her shoulder.

“Let’s go,” I say, grabbing my purse and walking out the door.

We find the guys sitting in Cliff’s car. When they see us approaching, they get out of the car.

“Hello, Elsa,” Cliff says while he gives me a kiss on the lips. In the background, I hear Hunter and Jessica talking, but can’t really focus on what they’re saying while Cliff is kissing me.

“Shall we?” Cliff asks, walking me toward the passenger side of the car. He opens the door, and I climb in. Once I’m all the way in and buckled up, Cliff finally closes the door.

“Where are we going?” I ask once Cliff is back in the driver’s seat of the car.

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