Page 31 of Our Secret to Keep

“Ride my cock.” He slaps her ass. “Get nice and wet for River to slide right in.”

Nate winks, and I want to kiss the adorable look from his handsome face. His fingertips dig into Samantha’s ass as he bounces her up and down his cock.

I focus on Nate’s primal grunts. All the sexy sounds he makes for her. I wish they were for me. What I wouldn’t give to be the one getting pounded into by Nate Brooks.

“Riv,” Nate chokes out, sweat matting his forehead. “She’s so wet.” His tongue rolls over his lip as he looks up at me. “Fuck, she feels good.”

Nate rubs her clit with his thumb and sits up to kiss her. I hate she can kiss him. A stranger gets more from him than I ever will.

As I rub lube over my condom-wrapped dick, Samantha backs her ass into me.

“Greedy little whore,” I say as I press my tip to her entrance.

“Yeah, she is.” Nate flashes one of his sexy smiles that makes my cock jump in anticipation. “Hurry up. I need to come.”

If only I were the reason he comes.

The logistics are not great. I mean, this is super fucking awkward and uncomfortable. I feel like I’m about to tip over as I inch into Samantha beside Nate’s fat cock.

Fitting two big dicks into a small hole isn’t ideal. It’s also not a turn-on for me. Now, if I could throw Samantha aside and jam my cock into Nate’s ass, I could die happy.

I can barely move with Nate thrusting his hips upward while I hit her at a different angle. Samantha whimpers, her head dropping to Nate’s chest.

He curls an arm around her. “You okay?”

“Yes.” She has trouble getting out the word, keeping her head down.

Why she agreed to do this is beyond me. She must get off on the pain. Or maybe it’s because she gets to fuck the son of a hockey player.

I have had money and fame all my life, but no one knows the real me. No one ever will. I can’t be gay… and a hockey player.

My dad wouldneverallow it.

So, I fuck my best friend and his little whore, reveling in the feeling of his cock moving in tandem with mine. I watch his face, the slight part of his lips, the strength of his jaw, and listen to his moans.

He’s my sole focus.

The more we fuck her together, the more I want him. My heart can’t handle the longing, the need—the desire to be with mystraightbest friend.

“I’m coming,” Nate growls, and I feel the pulse of his cock, which sends me running to the finish line.

“So am I.” She glances at me over her shoulder. “Harder, River.”

I want to choke her.

Throw her body in the bay.

Get her away from Nate.

Can I fuck her to death?

My eyes flick to Nate and how hot he looks as he comes. The sheer force of his orgasm mixed with mine knocks me off balance. As cum rockets out of my body, I imagine filling up Nate instead of the condom.

Gasping for air, I crash on top of Samantha, my attention still on Nate. But he’s looking at the puck bunny, too busy to care about me. Annoyed, I pull out and slide off the bed, needing to escape them. I rip off the condom, sickened by her cum and the lube on my skin, and toss it into the trash can.

I need to leave.

The knot in my stomach tightens. Disappointed and disgusted with myself, I itch to get out of here.

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