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Maybe when Samantha comes over this weekend, she can fuck the gay out of me.

CHAPTER10

RIVER

For weeks,my relationship with Nate has been off. He’s been emotionally distant since he caught me watching gay porn. But he kept his promise. Nate makes me the hottest fucking porn I have ever seen. Well, it’s hot because Nate is on the other side of the camera.

True to his word, he wore his hockey gear in some videos and his jersey in others. He’s been sending me one a day for a while now. And every night, I jerk off to him while he beats his dick on the other side of the wall.

God, we’re so fucked up.

Since he’s rewarded me with not only his silence but his sexy body, I don’t say no when he asks me to fuck Samantha. I could give a damn about her. The sex is no longer about the girls.

I’m here for him, and he knows it.

After almost two months of burying our cocks in Samantha, we’re already in too deep. She thinks this is a relationship. Nate texts her every day. He only talks about sex, but still…shethinks we’re a throuple.

I can see the look in her eyes when Nate pulls Samantha on top of him. She’s obsessed with him, her face lighting up as he sinks into her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

The sad thing is Samantha won’t be the last. There will always be another girl for us to share. And because I love him, I never say no. So, here we are once again, about to be balls-deep in this chick, all so I can feel his big dick caress mine.

Helikes us this way.

Two dicks.

One hole.

Lots of lube.

It’s a damn slip-and-slide when we’re with her. My skin itches like roaches are crawling down my arms, chest, and thighs. Anymore, fucking her turns my stomach, and it’s not because she’s ugly.

Samantha has a cute button nose, freckles on her cheeks, and pouty lips. She has nice tits, too.

I’d rather claim her ass, but I love how it feels when Nate’s cock rubs mine. So, I put my hand on her shoulder and mash her big tits on his chest. I want to smother her for getting in the way. She’s such a dirty whore for letting us fuck her like this.

But what does that make me?

I allow them to use my body so I can live out my fantasy, hoping one day that Nate will realize he wants me.

I sit back on my heels, contemplate bolting out the door, and then Nate’s golden-brown eyes meet mine. The world stops. My muscles ache, but the one thumping in my chest hurts more.

His perfect lips part for me.

Lips I dream about kissing.

They look soft and smooth, yet he’s rough and unyielding. When Nate kisses Samantha, he devours her. I bet she forgets her name and how to breathe.

The kiss ends with him biting her lip. I would slit her throat if it meant feeling his blond stubble on my jaw, my cheeks, those short hairs trailing down my chest, and between my thighs.

Just once.

I’m not greedy.

His long lashes flutter as he rocks his hips, driving into the puck bunny. For a moment, he stares at me. Blinks. Nate opens his mouth like he wants to say something.

There are so many things left unsaid, and it’s ruining our friendship. At some point, this has to end. And what then? What will become of us?

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