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I didn’t respond. Instead, I pulled his mouth toward mine and shoved my tongue inside his mouth. It was the only way I could moan without alerting everyone to what we were doing. His kiss stirred my insides, sending chills from my head to my toes, igniting the wildfire already brewing between my thighs. Evan broke the kiss and captured my bottom lip between his and sucked on it, softly at first, then with a little more aggression.

The pain was pleasurable.

He searched my eyes and I gazed into his.

“I want you more than anything,” he growled as he buried himself deeper inside me. Whatever he was searching for, he was certainly about to find it. “I love how you grip that tight pussy around me.”

His confession was the spark I needed to open the floodgates. I touched his face before bringing it to mine again. “Please make me come,” I begged before placing soft pecks on his lips.

He moved to grant my wish. The restraint he had been practicing had been abandoned. Evan moved with frantic precision as he stroked me. A full twenty seconds of silence passed between us as the warm air from our lips intensified the heat already filling the room. Locking my ankles behind his back, I held his intense gaze.

“Come for me,” I begged him.

“Let’s come together,” he suggested.

I nodded as I closed my eyes and gave into the feeling. Back and forth he pistoned, increasing my wetness each time he pushed inside me.

“You are so fucking wet,” he breathed.

Evan sat up and pushed my leg toward the headboard. He plunged into my depths.

“I’m coming... I’m coming,” I murmured.

“Me too,” he said through strangled breaths.

“Oh, my God,” I cried out.

“Shh,” he reminded me, covering my mouth with his hand.

I moaned into his hand as he gave me long, fluid strokes. The last stroke sent me over the edge, and I shook nonstop around his dick, soaking it with everything I had inside me.

He grunted and continued to fuck me through my orgasm. My legs locked tighter around him, forcing him to fall forward as he buried his face in the pillow next to me. His thrusting increased, and I knew there were only seconds remaining before he succumbed to the same fate I had.

If he kept fucking me like this, I would never have time to study, but God, did I want him to fuck me like this every day for the rest of my life.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

Evan

I drove into her, feeling her slick muscles clenching around me. Her pussy spasmed rhythmically as she came again and again. The bed springs squeaked, the headboard tapping on the wall with my movement, but I couldn’t get enough of her. Being inside her was exquisite.

“Shit, baby, you feel so good...” My whispers met her ears in a mingle of pants and grunts. I drew my knee forward, getting better leverage to push deeper. Her back wall stopped me from burying my cock all the way. I wished she could swallow me whole. Her moisture made it easy to slide in and out of her, like a hot knife through butter. She was intoxicating.

“Do it,” she squeaked. “Fuck me.” Her fingers clawed at my sides, frantic for me to ease her lust cravings, so I pounded her harder, speeding my thrusts until I’d driven myself into a frenzy. The headboard banged on the wall now, but I didn’t care who heard. I needed release.

“Come now... come in me.” Her begging sent me reeling. My dick exploded, flooding her with a week of pent-up lust and desire. My body shuddered, and I grabbed the sheets in my fists. My forehead pressed against hers, and her lips covered mine as I exhaled grunts of satisfaction. Feeling our sex mix and run out of her was the icing on the cake.

When I rolled off Gypsy and pulled her into my chest, we were both panting, sweat moistening our skin. She felt perfect in my arms. It didn’t matter that we had only been dating a few months. All the emotion and connection we had years ago was back, and stronger than ever. We were perfect for each other, and I never wanted to let her go.

“Think your mom heard us?” she asked, snickering.

I grabbed the covers and pulled them up over our bodies, tucking them beneath our arms. She accepted my gesture with a smile.

“I think you kept your promise... barely.” I tickled her side, drawing a giggle. “Don’t break it now!” I whisper-shouted, which only made her laugh louder.

When she settled, she turned to her back, staring up at me. We had that safe sort of relationship where we could be silent together and it wasn’t uncomfortable. But something told me she wanted to talk anyway.

“What is it?” I searched her expression as she ran her fingers through my hair. Her brown eyes mesmerized me, her soft auburn locks strewn across the pillow.

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