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A primal sound tears from my throat—a deep growl full of need and possession. Every thrust rips another noise from me, louder now, filthy with want. I can’t silence it—don’t want to. I want her to hear what she’s doing to me.
Our frenzied sounds build and build into a fury of need. Her cries get louder, messier. Her body bows, her moans spilling out and desperate.
Then she clenches. Hard. So tight, it’s a goddamn velvet vise sealing around me.
She’s coming.
I feel it—rippling, pulsing, a wave crashing over both of us.
My vision whites out.
Everything inside me locks up. I’m right there with her, gritting her name between my teeth as I explode. The orgasm comes with brutal force. My muscles seize, every nerve lights up. I spill into the condom so hard I’m flooding it.
But I don’t stop moving. Not until I’ve wrung out every ounce of pleasure. Until finally, my body gives out and I collapse over hers, panting, soaked in sweat.
“That all you’ve got, Moneybags? I was promised four.”
I huff a laugh. My cock twitches, as if he wants to speak up.
I push her hair aside and kiss the base of her neck. “Oh, Pip. This night’s far from over.”
And then it hits me.
I thought I’d ruin her.
But she wrecked me.
No other woman will ever make me feel like this.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
PETRA
GROUP CHAT : CPK FOREVER
Me:Quick poll: How wrong is it to ride your ex-crush like a thirst pony?
Katie:Petra Monroe Brinkman. You did NOT!
Me:Don’t lecture me, but yes, Bryce Sterling rearranged my organs last night.
Cam:¡DIOS MÍO! PETRA! After so many “I’m over him” speeches?!
Me:I am not catching feelings. It’s casual. My vagina is very grateful.
Katie:Sweetie, you got a tattoo for this man. That’s not casual.
Cam:Rating needed. Scale of “meh” to “soul left my body?” Spill!
Me:There were unicorns leaping over rainbows, splashing through candyfountains with glitter raining down like confetti. Just like my teen journal predicted.
Katie:Happy for you. We just don’t want to see you hurt again.
Me:My body is satisfied. My heart is locked away. Call it character growth.
Cam:Whatever happens, we’ll be here with CPK and hugs.
I WOKE UP INmy own bed this morning with no clue how I got there. Like,zero.
