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“Mhmm, yeah. This is exactly what I was imagining. Only now, I get to have fun, and you get to check something else off your list.” He unbuttons my shorts and yanks them down along with my panties, trapping my feet.

I look at the door. “Did you lock it? What if someone walks in?”

A gasp escapes me at the feeling of his fingers teasing my clit. “Let them. It’s not a crime to fuck my fake girlfriend. They wanted to see me committed to someone. Well, here I am. Committed to this pussy.”

I open my mouth to demand he locks the door, but my words catch in my throat at the sting I feel on my right ass cheek.

I turn my head to glare at him. “Did you just…spank me?”

The corner of his lip lifts. “Got to check some more things off your list?”

“I’m not sure I like it,” I mutter despite feeling my body react to it.

He massages the spot he spanked, then raises his palm and makes contact with my other cheek. I gasp, but before I can get my bearings, he does it a couple of more times. By the time he’s done, I’m rubbing myself against him, desperate for his touch.

“Please,” I beg, needing him inside of me.

His finger dips inside of me, he pulls it out, and brings it up for me to see his fingers drenched.

He snickers. “Your pussy likes it, baby. I’ve told you before. I know everything about you.”

I moan as he plunges his fingers back into me. He presses his other hand against my back to keep me still as he tortures me with his fingers. Just as I am about to be pushed over the edge, he pulls his fingers out.

“Hey!” I whine.

“Fuck it. I don’t want anything between us,” he says as he yanks the jersey off me and throws it across the room.

He rubs himself between my drenched slit then, without warning, thrusts all the way into me. My breath catches, but he doesn’t give me time to recover. He feverishly pounds into me, and I whimper as I take it.

“That’s it, JJ,” he praises. “Take me.”

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he wraps his hand in my braids and pulls me up so my back is flush against his front. He cups my breasts and rolls my nipple between his fingers. I feel his lips at my throat, nipping and sucking at the skin.

His thrusts come quicker and harder, hitting right on my g-spot. He moves his hand from my breast down to my clit. The combination of it all pushes me over the edge.

I press my head against his chest and squeeze my eyes shut.

“Caleb!” I scream out as I explode hard, losing all control over my body.

“Good baby. Now prepare to come again.”

I groan. “I can’t.”

He nips my ear. “I’ll tell you what you can’t do.”

He shoves me back down against the armrest, then powers into me like a madman.

“Never had wetter pussy before. Do you get this wet for anyone else?” he demands as if I can formulate a word. I shake my head, but that’s not enough for him.

He brings his hand down onto my ass hard. “Use your words,” he commands.

“No. God, no,” I whimper. “Just you.”

I hear the smile in his voice. “Fuck. Now, come with me. You better hurry up before someone walks in and sees how much of a slut you are for your best friend. Isn’t that right, baby? You’re just a slut for me.”

“Yes,” I pant out, giving him what he wants so he can give me what I need.

He spanks me again, pushing me over the edge, and my body shakes with the force of my orgasm. With his own groan, I feel him explode inside of me.