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“Oh, I do,” I moan.

“To answer your question." He grits his teeth. "I got tested. I’m clean.” He pulls me flush to his body and starts fucking me on the counter. He doesn’t hit me, but he’s not gentle about it.

“Good, ‘cause I…I…same,” I stumble through the words.

He slaps his hand over my mouth. “The only words I want to hear are about how fucking good I feel when I’m inside of you. Got it?”

I nod furiously before my head falls back. He pulls up my shirt and takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks, which makes me arch my back.

I shouldn’t be thinking while Koda is inside of me. It’s the whole point of sex, but I am. My mind decides right now is the time to begin an existential crises. It’s like there are two versions of me. One is preoccupied with Koda, and the other is wondering how the fuck I ended up here. Those two versions snap back together when Koda bites down on my nipple. I squeal but in the best way. I swear he’s in my stomach. His grip tightens as he starts fucking me wildly. I can hardly keep it together. I’m going to orgasm, but he hasn’t told me not to.

“I’m…You feel…too good,” I moan.

“If you do that I’m gonna come,” Koda warns.

It’s like he’s handed me the keys to the kingdom. I start riding his cock, putting him into some state of shock and feverish bliss.

“Holy shit,” he groans. “Don’t stop. Fuck, that feels so good. Fuck yes, baby girl, just like that.”

“Don’t come,” I purr.

“That’s not…Fuck…Ashland. Seriously.” For once he’s trying to fight it, but I know he won’t last. I can feel it, and it’s fucking powerful. “I can’t…If you keep…I can’t…”

“Do. Not. Come,” I demand.

His entire body is shaking. Let him squirm for once. I know I’ll pay for it later. I want to come so badly, but this is going to be worth it.

“Koda,” I moan, riding him harder.

He sweating, fighting it.

“Fuck, Koda, you feel so fucking…good. You're so deep,” I pant. I almost back out. Almost. But I’m a bitch, and I’ve got to stick to the plan.

He’s fucking helpless. I see it in his eyes. “Ash.”

The second he says it I slide off of him, and he’s too fucked up to argue because he’s already coming. My orgasm is raging through my body, and it hurts. It really does. By ruining Koda, I ruined myself. He comes all over my thighs.

“Please, baby girl, please,” he begs, trying to just get the tip back in, but I tilt my hips so he can’t. Looking at the mess of Koda is like seeing my own masterpiece.

When he finishes he looks up at me, gasping for breath. “You bitch.”

“Come again.” I push him away with my foot and clean myself while he watches, still in an angry stupor. I grab two of the cartons that are still full, and shove them into my bag.

“For Penny.” I wink, and I leave him standing there angry, confused, and needing more.

I belong to me.

Chapter Eleven

Koda

Sex with Ashland is mind bending. The way her skin glistens with sweat; the way she moans; the way she feels wrapped around my dick; the way she runs her mouth on purpose just so I’ll slap her; the way she looks so innocent when I tell her what the fuck to do; and the way she says my fucking name. I’m addicted.

I always thought addicts were being ridiculous. I’m not an idiot. I know withdrawal is hard, and I understand the chemical imbalances, but if this is what being high feels like, I fucking get it. She’s always so present in the moment with almost everything she does. She’s reactive to the simplest touch. I do that to her. Not Cole. Not anyone else.Me.

I’ve never been able to control another person like this and that alone is intoxicating. It feeds right into my obsessive nature. I know it’s not healthy for me and probably not for her either, but I keep telling myself it’s not a big deal. This is just sex. I keep telling myself that when this arrangement ends it will all be fine. It's easier if I don't think about it.

When we were in the bar that night I thought I might die from being hard for so long. Every shift, every time those teal eyes watched me with curiosity, her smell, and every other fucking thing she did was so sexual. I don’t think she realizes it. It took everything inside of me to keep calm and not drag her away. The first few times we had sex were so fast that I didn’t want to fuck her in the bathroom and have her leave. I wanted to make a point, and I wanted to savor it. I needed to show her that I hold the key to her orgasms. That’s a language she understands. She said she uses sex to communicate, and I can fucking do that.

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