Page 150 of Only Fate

It’s really because he’s started helping his mother at the PEP part-time.

Chills run up my body, and I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. “Happy birthday, my love.”

“You’ve said that to me already,” he says against my lips. “You said it when I woke up this morning, after morning sex—which was an amazing gift, by the way—after lunch, and after lunch sex.”

I wind my arms around his neck. “Are you saying you’re tired of hearing it? Should I forget my plan of birthday sex tonight too?”

“Hell no. I love hearing your voiceanddefinitely love the sex.”

I lower my hand to rub his cock through his jeans and smile as it hardens. “God, I love you.”

“I love you more.” He presses a kiss to my nose whilethrusting his hips forward. “And I have to say, you look sexy as hell in that dress and even more when you’re teasing my cock.”

“This is your favorite dress, right?”

“Yes, because it holds a great memory.”

“Hmm …” I move my lips to his neck. “Remind me what that memory is again.”

“When you got crazy drunk and rode my dick in nearly every inch of this place.” His cock jerks as he slips his hand under my dress. “God, you make me so fucking hard,” he groans, this one strangled.

“It sucks we have to leave,” I whisper against his skin.

“It’s my party. I can be late if I want to.”

“It’s rude.” I gasp when he turns us, pushing me against the wall, and shoves his hand up my dress, into my panties.

“I’d rather be rude than walk in with the biggest hard-on in my life,” he grumbles, pushing my panties down my legs and flinging them over his shoulder.

“Fine,” I say with a fake moan of annoyance while lowering my hand to unbuckle his pants. “But we need to make it quick.”

“I got you,” he says, attacking my mouth with his. “I know exactly what you love, where your sensitive G-spot is. I’ll get us there in no time.”

He nips at my lips, biting at the corner as I shove his pants down. A million sensations flush through my veins. We’ve had sex so many times, but my body always throbs for him. I’ll never get enough of him.

My hand flies to his hair, pulling at it, when he hitches my leg over his, squats, and thrusts inside me.

“Fuuuck,” I moan, gripping his shoulder with his first stroke.

He grunts in my ear, pinning me against the wall, and starts fucking me wildly. He tilts his hips up—he wasn’t kidding when he said he knew exactly where my G-spot was. The man has mastered every sensitive spot in my body.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please what, baby?” he groans in my ear before shoving my hair off my shoulder and sucking on my skin there.

“Fuck me harder,” I gasp.

He bites into my skin and pounds into me.

Our bodies hit the wall with so much force that photos shake.

I scrape my nails down his back and then push them into his bare ass. He takes one of my hands, pinning it against the wall, and straightens his back while circling his hips, his cock hitting every angle I want.

“I’m close,” I say, peering up at him.

His eyes are closed, and his lips are pinched together.

“Yes, Essie, take my cock,” he says, moving faster and grasping a fistful of my hair. “Let me fill your pussy with my cum for my birthday.”

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