Page 49 of Insatiable

“How many guys have been in here anyway?”

I don’t need her reply; I already know the answer.

My heart is fucking racing though, and I feel dizzy. My cock is throbbing in my hand as the girl I’ve never forgotten about bends over for me.

I’m seconds from fucking my ex, and I’m freaking out.

Embarrassment.

I don’t know how to have casual sex nowadays. The last time I did, I had some girl bent over like this in the pool house and held Stacey’s burning gaze as I drove into her.

She was mad. I didn’t give a fuck. That was a fraction of the shit she put me through.

“If we do this, it doesn’t mean a thing. A transaction of sex and nothing more.”

She’s scowling at me over her shoulder again, dark hair falling down her back. “If that’s the case, I’ll make sure to imagine your best friend and moan his name instead.”

I clench my jaw until it hurts and lean down, capturing her throat from the front. “Shut the fuck up.” I’ll murder Base before he gets the chance. “You’ll stay away from him.”

She swallows, her throat working against my hand. “Make me.”

God fucking dammit.

I let go of her throat, grabbing her hips and dragging her ass to me.

I ignore her infectious giggle that nearly pulls a smile onto my lips and line up to her cunt, before gliding through her soaked slit. Her hands fist the pillow as I ease my swollen crown through her welcoming entrance, her warmth encasing the head of my cock like I’m home.

Fuck me, she’s tighter than I expected.

Was she this tight for him?

“Are you going to move?” Stacey, although being extremely patient with my drugged-up ass, is seconds from strangling me. “Or are you admiring the view?”

Shit, I zoned out again. I shouldn’t have taken those lines earlier. I can’t function with or without them nowadays. If Stacey knew I was on something, she would kick me out of the hotel room and tell me to go fuck myself.

I don’t even have a condom on, and I don’t care. I’ll fill her with every drop of my cum and watch it leak from her cunt.

If I get her pregnant, then she’s shackled to me forever.

The fuck am I doing?

I drag myself away from her, shoving my cock into my shorts as I back away from the bed. She turns, sitting up and pulling her top down to hide her tits then holds it to cover her pussy. She looks at me questioningly, confusion all over her face.

“You never change, do you?” My words come out before I can think.

Annoyingly, Stacey is truly beautiful and sexy, and everything mixed together.

But she’s the devil. A twisted snake.

Stacey isn’t an assignment. She’s not paying me to sleep with her, and I’m not being held at gunpoint until I cum.

But she’s not innocent either.

Her brows knit together, and instead of snapping at me for my attitude, she asks, “What’s wrong?”

A part of me wants to confide in her. A part of me still sees my Stacey and how we used to be. But then I remember who she is and the video of her flashes in my mind.

“You’re pale.”

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