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"Just a moment," I say, my eyes widening as Wes cocks his head to the side and shakes his head. A wicked smile spreads across his face as I still.

"The door’s locked," Brandon says. "Can you open it?"

"Yeah, just a..." I cry out as Wes raises my leg and slides into me. "Ooooh." I squeeze his shoulder as he stops, deep inside of me. "Wes," I hiss at him.

"Yes?" he asks innocently.

"Are you okay, Sabrina?" Brandon calls out. "I can't hear you. Do you want me to get an RA to open the door?"

"No," I cry out quickly as Wes starts moving again, his cock sliding in and out of me with increasing urgency. "Just give me a sec," I say. "I'm changing." I moan into Wes's shoulder and bite down as he pounds into me. This is not love making. This is raw, primal fucking, and I love it. “Oh, shit." I cry out as his cock enters me and fills me up. His breathing is labored, and I can feel his eyes on my breasts as they bounce back and forth.

"Come for me," he commands as he reaches down and plays with my clit, and even though I don't want to do as he says, I feel myself coming hard and fast on his cock as he continues to thrust. "Yes, baby," he grunts as he increases his pace and then explodes inside of me. He falls on top of me and kisses the side of my face. “Being inside of you is the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life," he whispers in my ear. "The very best."

"Wes...I don't even know what to say." I lick my lips as I push away from him. "My friend is right outside the door. What...what if he heard me?"

"I hope he did." He smirks. "I hope he heard me destroying that pussy." His eyes shine as he leans down and sucks on my lower lip. "You can open the door and send him away." He chuckles. "Feel free to tell him that you're tired from my cock filling you up." He strokes the side of my face. "I can still feel your pussy lips squeezing every last drop out of me." He grunts, and I blush.

"Wes." I swallow hard. "You can't just keep coming inside of me. There are risks, you know. Even if I'm on birth control."

"I'd marry you if you got pregnant," he says and kisses me. "You could be a housewife, and?—"

"No." I freeze. Is that how the conversation had gone between my parents?

"Sabrina?" Brandon knocks on the door again. "Are you coming?"

"She's busy," Wes shouts out, and I watch as he gets out of bed and walks over to the door, naked.

"What are you doing?" I hiss and freeze as he opens the door. In the nude.

"Hi, I'm sorry, but Sabrina is busy right now," he says to a flabbergasted Brandon, who's standing there on the other side of the door with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Wes turns to look back at me with a look and then back to Brandon. "She's in bed, tired from our recent activity." He smirks. "But I'll make sure that I get her strength up. Is there anything you need to say that is important?"

"I, uh. No," Brandon stutters, and I watch as he backs away, and then Wes slams the door shut and locks it again.

"That takes care of that." Wes heads back over to the bed and takes a seat. "Where were we?"

"You can't just do that!"

"I can, and I did." He looks around the room. "Where will you live when you graduate?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"Well, I have an idea." He smiles and touches the side of my face. He frowns as his phone rings again and stares at the screen. "What the hell?"

"What?" I ask, my heart racing slightly.

"I have ten voicemails and a hundred texts." He goes to put his phone down again, but it rings again. "Hold on, let me answer this and see what's going on."

"Okay." I nod, but my heart sinks. I have a feeling that a lot more women are interested in the ad than I thought there would be. I have no idea how I’m going to get out of this one. I have no idea what I’m doing, period. I told myself that I wasn't going to sleep with him again. But here I am, in my bed, naked,his dried sperm on my inner thigh, and he’s sitting on my bed, naked, looking at me like he very much wants to go again. All I know is that I don't want to end up like my mom. I don't want to end up with a man who doesn't really want me and then will feel trapped. I don't want his attraction and sexual desire for me to lead us into a bad situation. Because I know that all I am to Wes is a new sex partner.

Chapter Sixteen

Wes

"Hello?” I answer the phone, annoyance in my tone. I don't know who all these people are that are calling me, but I'm over it. I stare down at Sabrina as I wait for the person on the other side of the line to speak. She's staring at me with a tinge of amusement and wariness, and I wonder if she's feeling overwhelmed by what's occurring between us. I didn't come over to bed her, but when I saw her and heard about her date, I wanted to ensure she didn't forget me and the way I made her feel.

"Hi, is this Wes?" a sultry-sounding woman speaks into the phone. "Wes Carrington, the billionaire?"

"What?" I frown. "This is Wes. Who is this?"

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