Page 188 of We Can't Be Friends

Pushing the blanket off of us, I lean on one arm, using the other to push up her shirt.

“Slut for,” I start to read.

“I crossed off ugly boys and put British boys.”

“Are you a slut for British boys, Dais?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “Only one British boy.”

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you?” She nods, growing with need, her hips buck forward, searching for me. I chuckle. “With a needy, perfect pussy that can only be satisfied by me. Is that right?”

“Please,” she begs. “Callum, yes.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“You’re mine, Callum.”

“Damn right.” I bathe in her possessiveness, grabby hands running over my chest.

I pull her shirt over her head. She tears mine off. Her matching knickers always have me drooling. I love that she wears this under her clothes daily, but I love it even more knowing it’s nothing for anyone but herself.

Chloe loving her body is sexy.

Leaning forward, the lace of her bra scratches across my bare chest. Reaching behind her back, her full tits are exposed when she unclasps her bra. Instead of going for her underwear, Chloe reaches for my belt, letting it clatter onto the deck beside the pillows.

Unbuttoning my pants, she pulls them down with my boxers. I snake my hands into her underwear, pushing inside of her. Chloe moans loudly.

“Shhh. Neighbors will hear,” I remind her.

“Then you better give them something good to listen to.” Lips I love curl into a dangerous smirk.

Chloe pushes at my pants and underwear. I hover my body and help her take them off me. She reaches her hand, curling it around me. Dragging her hand up, she rubs her thumb over the slit, collecting pre-cum and rubbing it over me.

Coated in myself, I pull her hand away, placing it on her breasts. She nods excitedly.

Pulling my fingers from her, I rub her arousal on her chest.

“Spit on me.”

I inhale sharply. Spitting between her chest, she rubs it in. “Push your pretty tits together.”

Rubbing my tip at the base of her breasts, I slide in between them with a hiss. There’s already another bead of pre-cum at the tip. Chloe focuses on it as I thrust myself in and out of the channel she’s created.

Her hips buck, grinding at anything that can provide her some sort of friction.

“Is this turning you on, Dais?”

“Yes.” Her chest rises and falls quickly.

I fist her underwear, pulling it against her. I can feel her withering underneath me, rubbing herself against the lacey fabric pulled taut.

Chloe moans out my name, squeezing herself hard.

“I’m not going to last long,” I tell her as my movements become unhinged. Desperate for this woman.

“That’s okay, we have forever to keep doing this.”

“Move in with me. Don’t go back to your apartment.”

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