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“What are you waiting for?” he asks, pumping his hips into the air.
“Watching you do that is like the best porn.”
He grips himself tighter, making exaggerated strokes until I can’t stand it anymore. I push his hands away and hover over him before dropping down onto his hard cock.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck me hard and fast, Princess. I can’t wait.”
I move over him until I find the angle and rhythm I like and then do exactly as he says. I ride him hard and fast, his stiff cock sending pleasure through my nerve endings with each stroke.
Oscar places a hand on my chest and pushes, leading me to a seated position. “This is my favorite porn.”
He’s changed the angle, but I’m so powerful up here. Freeing. I hover my fingers over his abs and lower over top of him again and again. He moans in encouragement. Words pass his lips that make me feel so beautiful and wanted that before long, I’m grinding over him before coming so hard my vision goes out briefly.
Oscar takes control of my hips slamming me down over him two more times before he comes apart, too. He’s still jerking inside me when I lean forward. He wraps his arms around me, bringing us close and pressing brief kisses over the curve of my neck. “Every time we do that,” he says, vulnerability peeking through his taxed breathing. “My confidence grows. I don’t think you can fake what you just did.”
I move my mouth to his ear, taking his lobe between my lips and biting teasingly before saying, “I’m not faking anything with you, Drego. When we get out of this, I’m going to be on the sidelines of your football games. I’ll wear your school colors. Maybe even your practice jersey. I’ll be yelling and clapping for you the whole time.”
His dick twitches inside me. “I can picture it, but it sounds like a dream.”
“That doesn’t mean it can’t come true.”
He groans and tips his hips up. “I’m fucking hard again, Kyla.”
Yes, he fucking is. He test pumps into me with a grimace, and then flips me over, landing on top, pumping his hardening cock into me again.
“I don’t want to stop.”
I reach up to cup his face, watching the different emotions play across his features. “Are you okay?”
“I’m so hard it fucking hurts.”
I spread my knees wider. “Then take me.”
He confiscates my hands and holds them above my head. His test pumps turn more pronounced. He groans. “Jesus fuck, Princess. I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Sweat dots his hairline and upper lip. He shakes as he works his cock in and out of me. The way his body reacts to mine invigorates me. I move my body in tune with his as best I can considering he’s not giving my hands up. I meet him stroke for stroke. Long minutes pass. He’s uttered every swear word in the book, some in Spanish. He’s called me every pet name imaginable in between moans as he coaxes his orgasm out. When he finally does come, his climax is so pronounced he actually roars in relief before collapsing on top of me.
“Fucking hell, Kyla. You’ve ruined me. No one will ever be able to measure up to you.”
I smirk. “You’re not seriously talking about other girls when you’re balls deep inside me, are you?”
He groans at my teasing. “There are no other girls. I’d share you with ten more guys.” He lifts off me to give me a stern look. “Don’t get any ideas.”
I pull him down to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “I’m not interested in any other guys. This is not a case of the more the merrier. It’s us five. There’s just something about it. It’s so right. Don’t you think?”
He sinks on to me again, nodding into the crook of my neck. “Family,” he says, and that word means as much to him as it does to me. My family was taken from me too quickly. Each of the guys don’t have a real family to speak of, only us. Besides my parents, this is the tightest bond I’ve ever felt. He gives me one more kiss to the neck before lifting off me. “We need to wash up and get ready for when Mag returns because as soon as he gets back, hopefully we’ll have some new information about Johnny and can go from there.”
“Don’t tell me you’re getting a soft spot for Johnny,” I say, remembering how they wrestled on the floor a couple of weeks ago.
“He grows on you. Like fungus. Or mold. Or—”
I laugh and playfully kick him out of the bed.
For a moment, I almost forget we’re in Mag’s apartment. It so closely resembles my own that I don’t even think about it until I get in the shower and don’t see my usual shower stuff inside. Using Magnum’s shampoo and conditioner, I wash up and then change. I swear I’m always wearing t-shirts and joggers that are too big for me, but if it’s a look, I’m totally rocking it.
When I pad out into the living room, Oscar is already there. “He has cereal. Hope that’s okay.”
I shrug. Anything sounds good at this point. I’ve worked myself up an appetite.