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“Oh my God, I’m so full already,” I whisper against his cheek as I lean forward.

His chuckle vibrates against my throat before he kisses me there. “Baby, you’re not even halfway down yet.”

Is he serious?! My pussy feels like it’s going to split in two! But I wiggle my hips and feel him push in more. And then even more until my ass rests flat on the top of his thighs. I lean back and hold my breath, feeling the tip of his dick in my fucking stomach.

He brushes my unruly red hair from my face as he smirks up at me. Neither of us moves as I get used to the size of him. I blow out a heavy breath when he moves. My pussy glides effortlessly up and down his cock as I rest my elbows on the top of the front seats. Zeke groans out as he rips my shirt wide open and slaps one of my tits. The welcome pain shoots through my chest as my pussy tightens around him.

“You’re so fucking tight, Billie,” he says breathlessly, thrusting his hips a bit faster now.

I nod, feeling the tightness and stretch as he pounds into me. My tits bounce, and I hold on as my body rocks wildly above him. After another slap to my tits, Zeke grabs the back of my neck with both hands and pulls down, holding me steady as his cock destroys my cunt.

The sound of our slapping bodies, moans, and grunts fill the car. My eyes roll back again when my pussy clamps down on him, pulsing over and over as the sharp pain of my orgasm consumes me.

I look down to watch my pussy swallow every inch of his enormous size, coating him in my shiny juices. And then it happens all over again. It feels like I’m peeing myself, but it’s also a unique sensation altogether. Everything escapes my body as my orgasm pulses, and my cunt squirts all over Zeke’s lower abdomen.

“Ah, fuck!” Zeke shouts before letting out a rough growl.

He pounds harder, his face turning red as his grip on the back of my neck tightens. I’ve completely soaked his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. Heat fills my cheeks as I come down from my ultimate high. His feverish upward thrusts immediately switch to slow thrusts as he groans and pulls out.

Releasing my neck, he grabs his cock and strokes long and hard. I watch as the cum shoots out of the tip in a steady rhythm all over his lower abdomen after he pulls his shirt up. His cum mixes with mine, and I have the urge to ride him again. But the more I look around, the more I see what a mess I made of his backseat. This is an expensive ass car and I’ve just squirted all over the leather.

“What’s wrong?” Zeke asks, pulling me back to the moment.

I smile and shake my head. “Just thinking about how I owe you for an interior car cleaning service.”

He laughs, rubbing his hand over his upper abdomen just above his cum. “Don’t even worry about it. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had, Billie.”

Leaning up, he wraps his arms around my hips and pulls me close to him. I cry out, pushing his shoulders. “Ugh, Zeke! You’re covering us in our cum!”

“Baby, if I had it my way, we’d never leave this backseat. And Iwouldcover you in nothing but my cum.”

The image in my head makes me clench my knees around his hips. An entire afternoon with Zeke’s cock sounds fucking amazing. But honestly, I’m fucking sore from his anaconda pulverizing my cunt like that. It literally feels like he’s still inside of me.

Ringing fills the car again, and I look over my shoulder to see Christian’s name. Guilt washes over me, an unfamiliar emotion as I move from Zeke’s lap and start righting my clothes.

As Zeke shoves his dick away, he leans forward over the center console and hits the answer button.

“Yo, what’s up?”

“I just thought of something,” Christian’s voice says over the speakers. “Take Billie as your date to the banquet this Friday. It’s time everyone sees she’s one of us again.”

My gaze whips to Zeke, a question forming on my brow as I cock my head at him. Why do I feel like I’m some kind of pawn in a wicked game they’re playing? But what game is that, and why amIthe pawn?

“You’re on speaker, and you just invited her for me,” Zeke announces.

A stint of silence fills the car before Christian asks, “You’re still with Billie?” In a flat tone.

We both share a glance before Zeke takes the conversation back, lying to him the same way Christian lied to him first. “We were just talking, man. Neither of us wanted to go to class today. What are you doing?”

Silence greets us, and the vein in my neck throbs as my heart rate picks up. My hands are sweaty and trembling as I finish buttoning my shirt. I don’t like how they’re lying to each other when it involves me. Now I feel like I owe them both some kind of loyalty, playing along with their lies.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing? The same thing I did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that—sitting in my boxers, jerking off every few hours and playing my game.”

“I’ll drop Billie off and come hang out,” Zeke tells him before he ends the call.

I’m thoroughly annoyed with both of them, huffing as I get out of the backseat and into the front. Zeke joins me, shrugging out of his cum-covered shirt before pulling a Reaper football tee on instead.

He looks over as he grabs the gear shifter but doesn’t move it. I look up and find him watching me.

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