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She was just like him. She’d never felt that way before.
“Oh God,” she gasped, tossing her head and trying not to stare at Caleb’s face above her—his hot eyes, tense jaw, and uncharacteristically unguarded expression.
He loved her. Helovedher.
As much as she loved him.
No matter how many pretty stories with happy endings had been told in human history, some people would never get one.
Some people were always meant to be broken. Conflicted. Never whole.
Kelly knew the truth now as she’d known it when she started down this dark road.
She was one of them.
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A week later,she was on her hands and knees in Caleb’s bed, and he was fucking her from behind. She’d already come three times.
She was nearly drained from her climaxes, and her body was deliciously limp with sensuous satisfaction. So she didn’t resist as Caleb pulled out, his cock still hard, and gently turned her over onto her back.
She was so wet that his slide back inside her pussy caused a sloppy sound of suction. She arched up, moaning at the penetration against her tight, sensitive inner walls.
“Caleb,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around him as he lowered his upper body close to hers. “Caleb.”
He met her eyes deeply and kissed her hard. As the kiss progressed, his pelvis began to rock against hers again.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt an ache in her chest as he paused to position them even higher. She loved how intensely he wanted to feel her, how close he wanted to be, how deep he wanted to get.
In the past week, ever since he’d admitted that he loved her, she’d had no choice but to see how much Caleb had meant the words. How much he needed her.
“Is this all right, baby?” he asked thickly, his face pressed against the crook of her neck.
“Yeah, it’s good. It’s so good.”
As he began to fuck her with more urgency, he lifted his face to look down at hers. “Can you come again?”
Her head tossed as the sensations overwhelmed her from his cock working in her overly sensitized pussy. “Don’t know. But don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
He didn’t. And she watched through half-closed eyes as he let himself go, unleashing his control and taking primal pleasure in her body.
She came again as he did, and they both muffled their cries of climax in an urgent, clumsy kiss.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them wiped out. They clung to each other until Caleb’s body started to feel too heavy and Kelly became uncomfortably aware of how wet the sheet was beneath her from the mingling of their fluids.
“Caleb,” she croaked out, her voice barely working.
With a groan, he rolled them over on their sides, obviously unwilling yet to end the embrace. She lay in his arms for a few more minutes, their hot, damp skin sticking together.
He’d pulled her into an embrace as soon as she’d gotten to his house at around six, and then he’d started to kiss her urgently, without any more of a greeting. She’d responded immediately, and they’d ended up in his bedroom.
Now it was almost time for them to go out to dinner with his friend Wes, and Kelly could hardly move.
She was exhausted and sore and emotionally drained, and she didn’t want to have dinner with Wes. She didn’t want to deal with his possible suspicions of her.
All she wanted to do was lie with Caleb like this.
But it would look far more suspicious if she didn’t go, so she didn’t really have a choice.
