Page 66 of The Star

She presses her nails to my flesh in response, then slides her hands down in between us. She slips a hand into the waistband of my sweatpants, gripping my cock over my boxers and making me groan.

Lifting onto her elbow, she presses her lips to mine once more, lightly, the touch teasing when I want so much more from her. “Are you going to fuck me, Carson?”

She runs her hand over my dick again, making it very fucking difficult to answer, and when I find her grinning like an evil genius, I smash my lips to her taunting mouth and press my body against hers.

I thrust my hips, rubbing myself against her so the back of her hand hits her clit perfectly. “You told me earlier you were the only person that got to fuck you tonight, remember?”

I raise an eyebrow in question, my lips curving higher.

She nods, but before she can answer me, I speak again. “Show me.”

She moans as I thrust my hips again, creating pressure against her clit once more, and when I pull away from her and rest on my knees between her legs, she gives me a look.

“Show me, Logan,” I groan. “Fuck yourself for me.”

She doesn’t hesitate, just pulls her hand from my boxers and trails it down the front of her stomach with her gaze glued to mine. I move my own gaze to her hand, watching as she slips underneath the lace of her panties and rubs her clit.

I stand up, eager to see her, ripping her panties down her legs and exposing her pussy, making her breath catch. She slides her hand from her clit, circling her entrance before she plunges two fingers inside of herself. She moans, curling her spine up off the bed as she fucks herself, making my cock leak precum in my boxers.

I lick my lips. “Jesus Christ.”

She adds her other hand, pressing her fingers against her clit as she continues to impale herself over and over with the other. Her moans turn erratic and loud as she chases her release, and when I see her fingers coated with her juices, I lunge for her.

“I can’t fucking take it,” I groan, pulling her hands from her pussy and replacing them with my own fingers and tongue.

Her hands slip into my hair, and she pulls on the strands as I feast on her, swirling my tongue around her clit as my fingers curl inside her to rub against her G-spot.

“Carson, fuck – I’m gonna come, don’t stop,” she moans, her legs tightening around my head as her orgasm hits her. I lick at her faster, using my fingers to drive into her as her cunt tightens on them.

I lap at her clit as she comes down, making her twitch and grind underneath me, and when I pull my fingers from inside her, I pull back to slip them into my mouth, sucking down the rest of her release.

She sits up, her hands grabbing the waistband of my sweats, pushing them and my boxers down in one swift movement to release my cock. “Fuck me right now.”

I grab her wrists. “I didn’t bring a condom.”

She shakes her head, pushing my t-shirt up my stomach next so she can kiss at my skin. “I don’t care. I’m on the pill. Fuck me right now or I’ll die.”

I peel my shirt over my head, slide my pants to my ankles and kick them off, then position myself between her legs. She’s soaking wet, and I rub the tip of my cock around her entrance to tease her a little.

“Carson!” she whines, grabbing me by my lower back to try and pull me on top of her.

I press forward an inch, the head of my cock slipping inside of her and making her fall back to the bed in relief. Just as I’m flexing my hips to plunge inside of her, there’s a knock at the door, followed by my mother’s voice.

“Logan? Are you up?”

I freeze in place. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

She sits up, slapping a hand to my mouth. “Shut up.” She shuffles from underneath me, on the hunt for her clothes. I fall face first to the bed, my dick cursing my name, and then items of clothing are thrown onto my back.

“Get dressed, you absolute moron.”

I laugh, rolling over. “Well you’re–”

She cuts me off with a hushed whisper. “Shut up!”

I chuckle, standing up and picking my clothes up off the floor where they’ve landed. She shouts, “Coming, Sara!”

“I wish,” I grumble under my breath as I slip my legs through my sweatpants, then pull my shirt back over my head.

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