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I move my hand from behind her neck to in front of it. “Want to try that again?”

She gives me a glare before shaking her head.

“Good,” I say, quickening my thrusts. I’m pounding into her, but somehow, it’s not enough. “Eyes on me.”

She complies, and when I see her looking at me, face filled with lust and pleasure, I start to unravel. Seeing her eyes on me while I fuck her is doing things to my composure, and I suddenly have none of it as I lift her hips up and hit a deeper spot.

“Fuck!” she cries out. “Leo, please, please.”

Feeling her with nothing on my dick, with nothing between us, is a different sensation than I’ve experienced before. I’ve never done this with anyone before. I never trusted any of them since it was one night, but with Ella, this feels like a huge step. Towards what, I have no fucking clue, but the way this feels is going to ruin me forever.

I’ll never feel anything this good ever again, and I’d think this was some sort of prank if I didn't have the conversation with Ella about it before I slid into her.

Everything is heightened, every push into her feels like the first fucking time, and don’t even get me started on how tight she feels wrapped around me.

It’s unforgettable, and right now, Ella feels like the first sip of something dangerous I haven't felt in a long time.

Her screams bring me out of my thoughts of how good this feels, and as she chants my name, her release coating my cock as I pump in and out of her, I start to unravel.

“Do you like how I fill you, Ella?”

“Yes, Leo. Please, come inside me.”

Fucking hell. That’s all it takes, that one sentence making my balls tighten, and I follow her instructions and fill her with my cum.

A few minutes later, after our hazes subside and I see my cum leaking from her pussy, I’m ready to go again. God, I’ve neverseen such a magnificent sight—Ella, on my bed, naked, my cum sliding out of her.

I take two fingers, slide them through our mixed releases, and shove it back inside her.

“Didn't want to stain your sheets?” she asks me.

Yeah, let’s go with that.“It is a high thread count.”

“I barely noticed a difference.”

I roll my eyes at her, grabbing my clothes from where I threw them, watching her as she does the same thing, her legs shaking ever so slightly.

“Do you want breakfast?” I ask, knowing what her answer is going to be already.

She looks awkward, almost shy, as she answers, her hand around her neck as she looks around for her things. “I’m, uh, meeting Hads and Grant this morning.”

“Got it,” I say, a little disappointed, but I knew it was coming. Ella and I don’t do shit like this. Just because last night happened doesn't mean anything like this will become the norm between us.

She clears her throat, as if she’s going to say something, but she decides against it as she turns and runs out of my bedroom. A few seconds later, I hear my front door slam closed.

Not wanting to feel however I am after all that transpired the past two days, I head out of my room and down to the gym, needing to run out whatever stupid feelings have started to creep into my mind.

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Two Moods: Horny And Depressing

Ella: Guys, I need a night out desperately.

Hads: I’m down!

Paige: Oliver is with Nick tonight, so I’m free!

Grant: Guys, are you thinking what I’m thinking?

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