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I kiss the word kissed right off her mouth. With one flick of my tongue, she grabs me by the shirt and yanks me between her legs.
My hands stroke up her sides as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Is that a yes?” I murmur with a smile.
“Yes,” she gasps, and I finally get to rip those stupid fucking snaps open on her chest.
It was mostly just for dramatic effect because, five seconds later, I pull the whole bloody thing off of her, along with everything else she’s wearing. She immediately returns the favour, all but ripping my clothes off. Now, with her on the footstool, we’re standing skin-to-skin and eye-to-eye. She’s completely pressed flush against me as I ravish her mouth with my tongue.
After palming her arse and groping every delicious curve of her, I’m desperate to be inside of her. Without hesitating, I turn her around and bend her over the exam table. Her gorgeous hair splays out wildly, and she lets out an excited groan when I press myself against her backside. Propped on the footstool, she’s at the perfect height. I waste no time sinking my fingers into her wet, tight channel. I throb with appreciation, but I continue spreading her, prepping her for my entry. I need her ready for what I want to do to her next.
When my thumb grazes her back hole between her lush cheeks, she lets out the sexiest fucking groan. It’s a sound that makes no mistake that she likes what I’m doing to her. And that pleases me greatly.
When she begins bucking against my hand and begging for more, I pause my actions and dig a condom out of my jeans. I watch her back rise and fall with laboured breaths as I slide the rubber on.
Smiling, I bend over top of her, brush her hair off to the side, and breathe, “Now, Specs, this isn’t going to be slow and careful like last time. It’s going to be hard and fast.”
“Yes,” she exhales, moaning out loudly when I press my fingers down firmly on her clit, teasing the flesh in slow, rhythmic strokes.
“I’m going to really fuck you this time.”
“Yes.” She sounds like she’s going to come already.
“Have I mentioned I love your noises?”
“Camden, just do it already!”
A mighty cry erupts from her when I slam myself inside. I have to close my eyes because she’s still so tight and it feels even better than the first time. I pause, allowing her body to adjust. Her laboured breaths come hard and fast.
“Are you good?” I pant.
“God, yes,” she cries.
I position one hand on her cheek, massaging and gripping while the other skirts around to her front and swipes at her slickened nub.
“Oh my God,” she cries out as I start to move inside of her.
My head drops back as I thank the world of football for giving me this after taking so much away. “This is why I needed more time.”
I pump into her faster, feeling every inch of me slip in and out with wet, firm strokes. Her body squeezes me like she doesn’t ever want me to leave and, God, I could imagine living here just like this.
My continued assault on her clit it fruitful. “Oh my God!” Her voice is high and alarmed.
“Not yet, we’re doing this one together,” I say, letting go of her front and gripping her hips in both of my hands. I pull her back into me with every hard thrust I push forward. I bounce her supple arse on me and hit even deeper than before.
“Camden,” she cries again, and I feel everything inside of her tighten around me. It’s so incredible that I can’t hold back.
I slam into her one final time. The cries of her release are what push me over the edge, too. Quaking, shaking, and trembling as I pulsate everything I have inside of her. Or inside the condom, I should say.
When I finish, I hunch over her back, both of our breaths heavy and sated.Christ, I don’t remember anyone ever feeling this good.
That’s a disturbing thought, so I quickly pull out and walk to the loo to clean up. While I toss the condom, I recall the last time I had sex with a girl twice in this short amount of time. It was probably that model a few months ago. I knew the second time with her was a mistake because, as soon as we finished, she tried to make plans with me for the next night. When I refused, it turned into a social media smear campaign that had my dad breathing fire at me for weeks.
Thank fuck this has a clear kill date on it because things are already getting confusing.
Indie’s already dressed when I come back. As she watches me put my clothes back on, I do my best to forget about the odd thoughts racing through my mind.
When I look up, she’s shaking her head in wonder. “There’s no way the next one is going to be that good.”
“What are you talking about?” I pull my shirt down over my head and button up my jeans.
