Page 24 of Don't Puck Your Best Friend’s Girl

He doesn't hold back in this position. He rubs my clit just as quickly as he fucks me.

"You're taking all of me now, Say. Do you feel that?"

I nod, too busy moaning and enjoying the pleasure he's giving me.

"I'm gonna fucking come, Say. Tell me you want to do this again."

The thought of doing this again sends a jolt through my body, making me come alive. He's enjoying me enough to want my pussy again?That's…crazy.

"I do," I moan, telling the truth. I would really like to do this again.

He's fucking me so good right now. I feel the precum lubricating us even more, and it starts to feel even better. Or maybe I'm getting wetter.

He leans in and says, "Tell me you don't care that I'm Byron's best friend."

I shake my head. "I don't fucking care, Cade." With a dick like this? With his attention on my clit rather than just focusing on himself? This experience is a hundred times better than sex with Byron. I don't think Byron knows what a clitoris is.

"One more, Saylor, and I’m going to fucking fill you with my come."

I cry into the bed as my orgasm is on the brink of exploding.

"Tell me that you don't hate me anymore," he breathes heavily.

I start to cry out, my orgasm finally at its peak. His fingers continue to spiral me as I cry into the pillow. And then I turn my head as he continues to fuck me. "How could…I hate…you when you make me…feel this fucking good, Cade?"

I bounce my pussy on his dick, and he says, "Fuck, you look good on my dick, Say. I'm going to fucking come."

A warmth fills me from the inside, dripping out immediately as he pulls out and shoves himself back in. The feeling makes me moan, satisfied that I've just orgasmed and I made him come.

He places his hand on my ass cheek and says, "Don't move. I need to clean you."

There's a bathroom that he disappears into, and I stay on all fours, my ass in the air. He walks back out with wet napkins and says, "That was the best sex I've ever had. You are everything, Saylor."

"Everything?" I repeat, not knowing if he's being serious or not.

He nods. "Everything." He walks away and flushes the mess down the toilet. When he walks back, he throws his boxers on and hands me my clothes. "I think we've been with the wrong people, Say."

"I've been with the wrong friend?" I ask, the thought making me smile at his flirting.

He nods. "You need to talk to him to tell him that you're serious about the breakup, okay? He seems to think that you're going to get back with him." Cade passes me the rest of my clothes.

"Is that what he said?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah." He leans on the bed, staring at me. "You are so fucking cute, Saylor. Jesus Christ."

The look on his post sex face is not what I expected, and my heart is leaping at that expression he's wearing.

I blush. "You're cute… By the way, I’ve never hooked up at a party before."

He laughs. "There's a first time for everything. Next time, I promise it won't be at a party."

My heart sinks because he's no longer plunging into my pussy and fantasizing about next time. He actually means it. He wants there to be a next time.

And my gut twists at the idea that I no longer hate Cade Connolly.

Chapter 5

My fingertips burn with the memory of her skin as we rejoin the party. The bass thumps in perfect rhythm with my racing heart, and the dim lights cast everything in a dreamlike haze that makes me wonder if what just happened was even real. Saylor's lipstick is slightly smudged at the corner of her mouth — evidence that I didn't imagine it all. I resist the urge to reach out and wipe it away.

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