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“No,” I moaned in frustration, trying to thrust my hips and get any kind of friction on my clit. In turn, he pressed into me from behind even harder, his thick cock prodding my ass. He started rolling his hips, and I couldn’t take it anymore. “I need you,” I hissed, so aggravated and pent-up. “Fuck you, Court.”

His low laugh turned into a growl as he slid his hand up to my throat, wrapping his fingers around my neck, tilting my head back and exposing more of my neck to him. He began moving his fingers again, this time pushing deeper inside me, curling them to hit that spot.

I let him set the pace, let him push my own fingers deeper inside me with his.

Abruptly, he drew both our hands away from my aching pussy and I wanted to cry. “You fucking bastard, just⁠—”

He slid the cloth of my boxers aside and pushed his cock inside until the bare tip was touching my throbbing pussy.

“Court,” I choked out, my entire being buzzing with a need that kept rising with every touch.

“Shh.” He pressed a soft kiss to my neck. “I know, baby. I know.” He thrust his hips lazily, gliding his erection through the top of my thighs and right along the seam of my slick folds. Every time he hit my clit, he gave an extra pump, then drew back so slowly it was torturous.

A moan broke past my lips, and I couldn’t help my own backward thrusts, needing more of him.

“Ask me to help you, Whitney,” he murmured. He groaned behind me, nudging the back of my neck with his nose. His lips grazed over the sensitive skin there, and then he was sucking the spot as he pumped his hips into me, seeking that dirty, delicious friction. “Come on. Ask me.”

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice sounding faraway and foreign. This wasn’t me. I didn’t beg.

“Christ,” he rasped near my ear. He let go of my neck and wrapped his arm around my collarbone, holding me against him tightly. His fingers drifted over the curls between my legs until he slotted his middle finger between my lips and rubbed down, then up, circling my clit with my wetness.

A strangled moan erupted from me, and then I was lost. Pushing myself against his hand as his fingers stroked me over and over again. When he slipped his middle finger between my lips and pressed inside, I clenched around him and grasped the arm around my collarbone.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, biting my neck and plunging his finger deeper, gliding easily and hitting that spot that sent a burning spark of ecstasy shooting through me. I shuddered against him, biting down onto his forearm to stifle another moan.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need from me. Use me how you want,” he murmured as I began moving my hips greedily, fucking myself on his finger. “So fucking beautiful. You know exactly what you want and you know I’ll give it to you, don’t you?” When he slipped another one inside and began pumping, he thrust his cock between my legs, the head rhythmically prodding at my entrance but never penetrating me. “Let go for me. Come on. Make a mess all over my hand so I can lick it off. Let me taste you. Fuck, please let me taste you.”

His words spilled into every molecule of my being, the pleasure mounting until my eyes rolled back and I came, clenching around his fingers as a shockwave of pleasure made my vision go white. “Fuck. That’s my girl.” He pressed his palm into my aching clit, moving in slow circles with his fingers inside me. His breathing was unsteady as he nipped at my neck. “Fuck. Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Jesus Christ.”

He slid his fingers out, leaving me clenching around nothing, and just when I was about to protest, he thrust his cock between my folds. The sound of my wetness as he drove through it was so obscene in the quiet. He moaned, and a slick sound behind me had me turning my head in time to see him closing his eyes in ecstasy as he licked his fingers.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned. His eyes cracked open, glinting in the dim morning light, and he immediately sank his teeth into my shoulder. I cried out, the pain heightening the pleasure. He ran a line of soft kisses up to my neck, biting the lobe of my ear and sucking it into his mouth. His hand moved back to my groin, thumb once again on my clit, pushing me into a frenzied state. Coupled with his ragged breaths in my ear, his teeth gently nipping along my neck, and the second orgasm that was quickly building, I barely registered when he pinched my clit.

I spasmed against him with a cry right as his entire body tensed up behind me. Something hot and wet spurted against my ass and between my legs in bursts as he groaned. “Fuck,” he said hoarsely. His voice was as unsteady as his breathing, and I didn’t know why, but I liked that. I liked that I’d unraveled him enough he wasn’t as grounded and composed as he usually was. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

“Mornin’, babe.” I could hear the smile in his words, could picture it in my mind.

…babe?

My brain stuttered to a halt, then reality came crashing into me.

He trailed a lazy hand up my stomach, slipping under my shirt to palm my breast. He played with my nipple, lightly pinching it, circling it, stroking it.

I was still feeling aftershocks, and this guy was already driving my arousal higher than I thought it could go.

I had to get the fuck out of this bed before I lost my damn mind.

I bit his forearm—hard—which only made him moan out a fuck, so that was a mistake. I rolled away from him, slipped out of the bed, and stumbled toward the bathroom on unsteady legs. I refused to look back at him.

“What, no kiss?” he taunted.

I shot him a glare over my shoulder, hissed, “Don’t ever do that again,” and slammed the door behind me.

I heard him say something else, but it was muffled behind the door.

What the hell was I doing? What had I just done? The haze of sleep and arousal sloughed off me in dizzying waves until the full scope of what I’d just done set in.

My head didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it would, considering the amount I’d had to drink⁠—