Page 90 of Just Friends

I’m dizzy.

I’m trying to keep up and watch, but when he loses his hold on a thigh and curves a single finger inside me, all eye contact is over.

I’m overtaken by tingles hitting every inch of my body, and my moans take over the room.

“There’s that G-spot,” he says with a chuckle.

I don’t have to see him to know he’s sporting a smirk.

With the few guys I’ve done this with, it maybe lasted a good ten minutes and resulted in no orgasm, but not with Rex … no. He’s passionately kissing me between my legs, fingering me, and he rides me through one orgasm … then another. At this point, I’m doubting if he’s going to have sex with me or just keep getting me off, using his tongue to appease me.

I’m not complaining, but I want more.

I want him inside me.

All of him.

I sigh at the loss of his mouth, and he stares up at me.

“You were so wet and tight when I got you ready for my cock,” he groans out at the memory.

I writhe underneath him. “I remem—” I stop myself from finishing. “Actually, I don’t. Please remind me.”

He smirks, climbing over my body, and sweat lines his forehead when his mouth returns to mine. “Now, Carolina, a man will have a complex if you don’t remember how good he filled you with his dick.”

I taste myself when he briefly plunges his tongue between my lips before I lose him again.

He rubs a thumb over my bottom lip—that seems to be his thing. “You want to fuck me, Carolina?”

I nod repeatedly. “Yes … please … now.” My voice is so strained; I hardly recognize it.

A yelp leaves me when he rolls us over—him on his back and me on top again, his hands firmly gripping my hips.

“Then, fuck me,” he grounds out, tilting his head toward the nightstand. “Condom, top drawer.”

I wriggle against him a few times, hearing him release a hiss, and then stretch along the bed to the nightstand. There’s a box of condoms inside the drawer. It’s nearly full, XL—not surprising since I’ve seen his cock a few times now. It was a struggle to take him all the way in my mouth last night.

I hesitate, taking in how he’s having me do all the work, and build up the courage to appear as confident as I can.

He hisses as I drag his pants down, his cock springing free, and I fumble with ripping open the condom wrapper. It’s the first time a guy has asked me to do the honors.

His muscles tense when I stroke him once before rolling the condom onto his thick cock.

“Is that good?” Stupidity hits me at my question, but it’s important.

Homegirl is not getting preggers over here.

My parents would really shit.

I scrub a hand over my forehead.

Why am I thinking about my parents right before having premarital sex?

“Is everything okay?” Rex asks, rising on his elbows at the change in my mood.

I nod. “Mmhmm.Morethan okay.”

“Take off your shirt, so I can see all of you.”

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