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"Yes, yes, please—"

And I'm such a slut. But I feel powerful, sexually alive in a way I've never been before. I'm still holding myself open for him, and he's pushing in bare, the second man to take me today, and I scream.

Jesus, he fills me up so right. He's almost as long as Adam was and even wider. He strokes all along my G-spot as he slides inside, then grinds into my clit with his hips when he bottoms out. He shudders, eyes clenching tight.

"You feel so good," he groans.

I need my hand, so I drop my leg. He fits his shoulder to the inside of my knee, and yes, that's even better. He's folding me in half with how deep he is inside. I grab him by the back of theneck and haul him in, lunging forward as I do for a kiss. His teeth scrape over my lip, and he grinds into me, rough and dirty, but our connection makes it something more somehow.

Adam and I shared an instant rapport this morning. The fact that we didn't really know each other had its own appeal. But Cayden's and my relationship goes back years, and it shows in the way we fuck. He snaps his eyes open, and they stare into my soul as he rocks his hips. I clench down around him, and we both moan.

Finally, neither of us can take it anymore. He draws back and slides home once more, and electricity zips up my spine. I feel taken, possessed. There's just so much of him. The massive girth of his cock stretches me, and the breadth of his shoulders crowds me. I can't see anything but him, can't feel anything but the way he's fucking me so deep and good and right.

I get lost in it, and maybe so does he. It's a chilly night, but sweat pools on my skin. The slick slide of our bodies makes the dirty things we're doing all the more carnal and raw. Orgasm hovers over me, ready to sweep me away at any moment, but I hold on.

His restraint is slipping, though. "Jesus, Hayley, I can't—I'm going to—"

"Yeah, do it, come in me, fill me up."

"Wanna feel you come first, God, your pussy feels so good, can you do it? Come for me? Squeeze me? Come around my cock—"

How could I not?

He shoves his hips flush to mine, and it's the perfect pressure against my clit. I tense my abs and jerk up, sealing my mouth to his. Digging my nails into his shoulder, I chase release until it's there, shining and crystal.

I don't know when I closed my eyes, but I snap them open, and he's right there. Our gazes lock, and our bodies are connected in the most intimate way two bodies can be.

"Cayden…"

I shatter spectacularly, going to pieces, but he's there, putting me back together with his cock and his hands and—dear God—with his love.

Because that's what we're doing here. Not just fucking but making love. The brilliance of the connection surges through me. My climax is blinding light, and then he's rearing back.

He pounds into me hard, all restraint gone as he takes me, stakes his claim, and then he's coming, too.

His cock pulses inside me, hot release filling me up. I milk him for all he's worth, wanting more, more, more.

Then he slams home. My orgasm crests, and I hold onto him as he collapses over me. He crushes me to him, and it's perfect, just perfect. It doesn't even matter that I can hear the voices of his housemates leaking through the walls. If anything, knowing that they just heard us making love drives my ecstasy higher.

I fold my legs and arms around him, plastering our sweaty bodies together. I rest there with him like that.

And I feel hopeful for the first time in so long.

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Movement in the bed wakes me. I stir, luxuriating in the warm cocoon and the hot press of naked flesh to mine. Cayden's lips are wet and soft on my shoulder. I roll into him, tilting my head to the side to give him access, and he takes full advantage.

He's behind me, his hard cock a bar of iron against my ass. My head is pillowed on his bicep. He skates his other hand along my side, dipping down to caress my breast before continuing over my abdomen and down. I sigh in sleep-drunk pleasure at the tease of fingertips slipping through my folds. He finds my clit and rubs at it gently, and I slide my legs apart.

"I have to go…" he groans.

"Noooo…" It's still dark outside.

"Sorry. Duty calls. I didn't want to wake you, but…" He kisses my ear, tongue dancing over the shell, breath hot and raspy, and my pussy throbs in anticipation as he grinds against my rear. "You were so beautiful. Wanted you too bad. I couldn't resist."

I twist around to capture his mouth with mine. It's a wet kiss, sloppy and soft and easy. "I'm glad you didn't."

"Me, too."