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I rise, pissed off. “So, who else did you tell, huh?!”

He raises his voice. “Oh, don’t get all high and mighty on me now, Laney! I’m sure you told Brandy!”

I round on him. “I tell Brandy everything! She’s my best friend!”

“Well, la-di-fucking-da!” He shouts at me.

“Oh, you are a son of a bitch!” I shout at him, walking towards the door. “Get out! I don’t know why I even let you come inside!”

“Because you were too damn worried about your fucking nosey neighbors!” He opens the door and shouts. “You didn’t want anybody else knowing that you fucked Caleb—” I grab him by the mouth and force the door closed with the other hand.

He grabs my hands and pins them behind my back, pushing me back, towards the living room.

…and it all ends there.

Chapter 9

Caleb

I’m angry. I’m turned on. And she doesn’t fight me as I force her into the living room, pulling her close to my body, so her nose touches mine. Her eyes are on mine, darkness in them, as my eyes are hooded, looking down at her, wanting so badly to fuck her again, this time harder, taking my time, savoring her. Equal parts anger and want is in her eyes, too, as her chest heaves, while her calves hit the back of her sectional. Gaze fixed on hers, hands on her chest, I tear open her blouse-style dress, listening to the buttons fly and land on the floor, like someone just dropped an open bag of M & Ms, snack sized.

The shock in her eyes spurs me on, as her dress is wide open, revealing her bra and panties underneath. My cock is instantly awake, throbbing behind the zipper, as she wastes no time pulling open the button on my dress pants, and rips down the fly, hand stuffed inside half a second later. Lips on hers, I make love to her mouth, as I pull the dress off her shoulders, and she lifts my shirt from my pants, and shows more sportsmanship than I did, by undoing the buttons first. After I pull my shirt over my head, her lips go to my chest, like I’m dessert, after her stir fry, and I can feel her tongue and lips all over, awakening my cock further.

Hands on her ass, I pull her to me, making sure to rub my cock where she clearly loves to be rubbed. And suddenly I have to have her. Pulling her back, I uncup her breasts from her bra, and suck and lick those delicious tits, while I slide her panties down, and make my way down to the end zone, as I coax her until her back is on the couch, and her legs are spread open before me. For a bitch, she sure keeps herself tidy down there, with a sexy fucking shave job, right down to the wood, making it look like she planned this. As I position myself on my knees, I’m sure to keep my hands on her breasts, kneading her nipples just so, all the while sucking and licking her clit.

At first, the mewls just won’t do. I suck harder, listening to her cry out, begging for more, as I bring her almost to the edge, and then back off by replacing the sucking with licking. Back arched, fingers white-knuckled on the cushions, I think she’s forgiven me, as I feel her body clench, and then she lets go, screaming aloud, not giving a fuck about what the neighbors hear now, evidently. But when she’s done, I don’t stop. I love hearing that sound too much. Instead, I shove a finger in, and lick faster, pulsing my digit against her wall, making her writhe.

“Caleb.” She whispers. “Fuck me.”

My surprise is hindered only by my willingness to do as she says, on account of my wish to fuck her hard as well. I slide my briefs down and shove my cock in her hard. “Like that?” I whisper, eyes on hers, as I hover over her, dipping my cock into her over and over again.

“Mmmm…” She moans, pleased, as I feel every cell in her body. Unaware of how much I had craved it since the last time.

“Ooohhhh…baby, you like that?” I whisper between kisses, slowing my pace, savoring her, but keeping my thrusts deep.

She answers by sliding her hands, palm down, over my nipples, making me feel everything below the belt. My cock is so awake, as I fuck her on the couch, kissing her erotically, waiting for the proverbial clench that gives me permission to really let go and feel it with her. As her pelvis tips up slightly, I feel the slight clench, and ride it like a fucking stallion. Hands on her breasts, I bring her home again, kissing her deeply, muffling her cries, as she comes every bit as hard as she did the first time, only this time, it’s all over my cock. In the interest of not wanting to piss her off further tonight, I pull out before I come, emptying onto her belly.

As my seed spurts all over her, she’s kind enough to wrap her fingers around my cock, helping me feel it all, almost in thanks for the pleasure that I’ve brought to her tonight. Eyes shut tight, I feel my balls empty, and after a final grunt, she releases my cock from her hand, and I lay on her, not caring about the mess at the moment. Why, I don’t know, but I feel the need to push my hands under her and hold her tight to me. I even burrow my face into her neck, and kiss the flesh intermittently, as I come down off my natural high.

I feel her reach up for something and realize that it’s for tissue. “Oh, shit. Sorry.” I mutter, lifting.

“It’s okay. It’s just…dripping down my side.”

“Better that than to knock you up, I figured.” I explain, cleaning my seed off her.

Laney’s satiated blue eyes open wide for a moment, illustrating her agreement, as she lays back down. I lift my head onto my hand, propping myself up next to her. We lay there, looking at each other for a moment. Then I sigh, sliding a finger down her face. “God, we are such similar creatures, aren’t we, lass.” My voice is soft.

Hers comes out equally soft. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve both been groomed since birth to be the people that our families want us to be.”

After a beat, she swallows, and then nods. “I suppose you’re right. The only difference is that your da and mine are very different people.”

I nod and then a thought occurs to me. “If you were stuck on a deserted island, which of the two would you want to be stuck with?”

She chuckles. “Why do you ask such a ridiculous question?”

“Just…answer it.” I smile.

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