Page 93 of Never Your Girl

My eyelids feather shut.

“Uh-uh. I want those pretty green depths locked on me the entire time we fuck so you see exactly who’s cock you’re getting off on.”

As soon as my eyelashes flutter open, he eases in another inch. I squirm, trying to draw him deeper into my body.

He seems to understand exactly what I’m up to and flashes a tight smile. “I’m the one in control now. Understand?”

My teeth sink into my lower lip as I force my muscles to relax. It’s almost a shock when I hear myself say, “Okay.”

Heat leaps to life in his gray depths as he retreats before sliding back inside my body, deeper than before. Slowly, he rocks against me. With every tilt of his hips, I meet the movement until our bodies move as one. Almost as if we’ve been doing this for years.

Our gazes stay locked as he rouses my body all over again. Pleasure mounts, gradually building as he maintains a steady rhythm. It’s the tight hold on his self-control that allows me to surrender and give myself over to him.

“You feel so fucking good. So soft and wet. I just want to stay buried in you forever.”

I arch as sensation continues to mount and my muscles coil tight with anticipation.

“Are you ready to come for me?” he asks, his pace quickening. The orgasm I’m chasing feels like a wave being pulled out to sea only so it can regroup and crash on shore with a vengeance.

“Please.” It’s the only thing I can focus on.

“Mmmm. I love that word on your lips. Holland Tate begging for my cock. Is there anything better than that?”

Before I can come back with a response, he bottoms out, hitting that spot deep within. The one that makes my eyes nearly cross. His pelvis grinds against mine, hitting my clit at the perfect angle to set off a chain reaction.

And just like that, I fall apart.

Bridger groans, and the deep scrape of his voice only amplifies my own pleasure. My pussy clenches around him, milking the last of his release before he collapses on top of me, burying his face against my neck, his warm breath feathering across my skin.

In this moment, a strange sense of completion settles over me.

It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before, and it doesn’t take much to realize just how easy it would be to sink into the sensation.

To get used to it.

To crave it.

And if that’s not frightening, I’m not sure what is.

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Holland

The moment I step out of the lecture hall, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I don’t need to look to know who it’s from.

ColdAsIce17.

My steps falter, and I veer off to the side of the building, letting the flow of students sweep past me. The preview of his message flashes on the screen, sending a ripple of something familiar and unsettling through me.

He’s been my secret lifeline for months. The one person I can talk to about anything without fear or judgment.

But now?

Now there’s Bridger.

My chest tightens as I tap the screen and open the message, bracing myself for whatever comes next.

ColdAsIce17

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