Page 66 of Without Fault

She looks confused at first, but I turn us over so she’s on top again.

“Prove you can last long.”

She realizes what I’m doing and looks offended. “That’s not fair, I’m–”

“Trust me, I’m just as close as you are.”

She looks down at my cock, and I watch her chest rise and fall faster. She doesn’t say anything, but when she reaches over to her nightstand for a condom, she looks determined to prove she isn’t a two-pump chump. I know she isn’t going to last long, but I’m interested in seeing how long she can last.

She slides onto me hard, and her lips find mine as she fucks me perfectly. When she takes my bottom lip between her teeth, I let out a loud moan. I have no clue where this side of her has been, but I don’t complain or stop her.

Her rhythm doesn’t falter, and when I feel a tightness form in my stomach, I quickly remember this is a competition and I’m fucking losing. I bring my hand between us, and when I give her clit a soft stroke, she lets out a moan for me.

“That– that’s cheating.”

“We didn’t set any rules, beloved.” I flip us over, but she immediately turns us again and gets on top. I pull away to look at her, and I’m genuinely shocked she just did that shit.

“Stopcheating.”

“Let mewin.” I flip us over again, and she lets out a frustrated huff.

Without warning, she pulls away from me so I’m no longer inside of her.

“What–”

Her lips crash into mine, and I feel her slip the condom off as she starts pumping me. Once. Twice—and I fall apart. I pull away from her in a rush, and she has an innocent smile on her face when she looks down at where I finish over her hands.

“You’re a two-pump–”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Don’t be ashamed, Liam.”

I send her a glare, but her smile only widens.

“I’m going to fuck you up.”

She breaks into a laugh, but I drag her back to me and slide the condom back on. “That doesnotcount.”

She opens her mouth to retort, but I slam into her, and all that comes out of that pretty mouth of hers is my name.

“It doesn’t count.” I pound into her harder when she smiles. “Say it.”

She doesn’t, and I fuck her harder. Her moans morph between light screams, but I don’t stop. “Say. It.”

“Okay, okay!”

“Okay, what, Sage?”

She shakes her head, and when my hand wraps around her throat, I swear I feel her pulse quicken.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“I’m sorry– I’m sorry you lost.” Her smile doesn't falter, and I let out a low chuckle. She’s stubborn; I’ll give her that.

“I’msorry you won’t be able to walk in any runway shows for a while.” I try to get her to submit, but she doesn’t. I don’t know if I hate it or love it, but by the time she comes, so do I, and when I collapse next to her, I don’t have it in me to even try again.

“You aresofucking lucky I’m tired.” I blink slowly as I fight to stay awake.

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