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Before I can respond his tongue is licking at my clit, his fingers pressing inside of me and rubbing me from the inside, making me cry out.

My hips move at their own accord, chasing his face and hand, my throat flexing on the cries coming from my lungs, his name a chant on my breath.

He goes still, his fingers freezing inside of me and his mouth pulling from my flesh, “Answer me, Olivia.”

My answer is a moan, my hips moving and trying to fuck his hand, but he brings the other one down on top of me to keep me still.

“Travis.” I breathe. Beg.

His fingers flex inside of me, “Who is this pussy wet for, pretty girl?”

“You.” My voice is hoarse, my throat is sore and dry, and my answer comes out like gravel, “Always you.”

“That’s right.”

He’s pulling his fingers out and unbuttoning his pants, and before I can catch my breath he’s pushing the head of his cock inside of me.

I spread my legs wider to accommodate him when he pushes my dress up higher on my waist then sheaths himself inside of me completely with a breathy groan.

He presses his lips against mine, kissing me in time to his thrusts between my legs. I’m yelling in between kisses, my hands moving underneath his shirt to scrape at the flesh of his back.

I’m full, I’m so fucking full of him. I feel the need to tell him how perfect and wonderful his dick is as it moves in and out of me.

“Travis.”

He pulls his mouth from mine, his forehead falling onto mine, his dark blue eyes pierce me, making my stomach tighten even more.

“It’s so fucking good.” He pants, putting a hand under my thigh and pulling my leg higher up his waist, “I want to fucking live inside of you.”

He’s hitting that spot inside of me that pushes me over the edge, and my orgasm hits me harder than ever before, making me scream, “Travis, fuck!”

He throws his head back, the tightness of my release pushing him over the edge, and he pumps faster and faster, chanting my name like a prayer.

Chapter Nineteen

Olivia

“Doyou think I jumped that football player last night to make Travis jealous?”

Summer turns away from the magazine in her lap to look at me through the little nail salon we’re sitting in, “What?”

My hands are on the workstation in front of me, a cute little old lady scrubbing at my acrylics to get the black nail polish off. After waking up with a hangover from hell, Summer and I decided we needed some time at the salon to make us feel better.

She’s sitting at the station next to me, her own nail tech working on her fill, and I turn to roll my eyes at her.

“Last night, when Travis ripped me away from that football player like an absolute caveman, he threw me down like a bag of potatoes and said,” I drop my voice 4 octaves to try and imitate his manly, growl of a voice, “’you did that to make me jealous, Olivia.’And then I was like… melted ice cream on a summer day. So, my question for you is, did I do that entire thing to make him jealous?”

Summer throws her head back and laughs for a few seconds before straightening and looking at me with a stupid grin on her face, “Um, of course you did?”

My eyes go wide, and I turn up my lip at her, “OfcourseI did?!”

She snorts and rolls her eyes, “You like him. That’s why you let him dick you down in some random bedroom in the middle of a party, right after you made out with someone else.”

The lady doing my nails laughs a little under her breath and I give her a look to saydon’t believe anything this blonde bitch sayswith a little shake of my head, and she returns it with a look of her own that saysyou clearly like him, you idiot.

I huff out a breath before turning back to Summer with a roll of my eyes. “I thought if I hooked up with someone else in front of him, he would get the message that I’m not interested in anything further with him.”

Summer barks out a laugh, “Well, he did not receivethatmessage.”

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