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I shake my head. Dumb bastard. A part of me will always hate him for having Randi first, but at least now I know for certain she didn't know pleasure with him.

“I'm about to fuck her so hard she forgets who she is. Stop fucking calling. Stop trying to take what's mine.”

Releasing the nipple between my fingers, I tap the screen, cutting off his responding tirade.

“Trey,” she pants.

“Shh, baby, I know.” Dipping low, I seal my lips over hers. Our teeth clash at the force of her hands gripping my hair, yanking me closer. I twist my wrist, placing the heel of my palm against her swollen clit. She cries against my lips with each curl of my fingers and circle of my hand.

Randi's chest heaves against my own. Our tongues flick and slide, dueling against the other’s.

“You,” she whimpers against my lips. “I want you.”

Fuck yes.

One-handed, I undo my slacks, allowing them to pool at my feet.

Dark hair fanned against the white duvet, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded, she looks like a sex-starved angel. My breath catches as I grip and stroke my aching cock, taking in all of her laid out like a damn present.

Her whimpers at the loss of my fingers fill the room. The wetness coating my digits smears along her skin as I slide my hand beneath her backside, lifting her hips to the perfect angle. Knee to the bed, I slide just the tip of my swollen head inside.

“Fuck,” I hiss. Every cell in my damn body screams to shove in deep and take what's fucking mine. My muscles tremble with restraint as I ease inside her, careful to not jostle her too much.

Our gazes lock. I skim the fingertips of the hand not holding her hips along her injured leg, stopping at the knee. Cupping it at the bend, I raise her leg until it's hooked over my shoulder.

“Really? You're multitasking?” She chuckles.

“Hmm, I remember you wanting to be gagged.” Her eyes widen to the size of golf balls. Thumb to her lips, I breach the edge and push past her teeth. “Suck.”

My hips jerk at the feel of her lips engulfing my thumb, her tongue dancing across the pad. The soft suction of her lips breaks the thin grasp I've held on my restraint. I slam deep, and she bites down on my knuckle as her harsh breaths pant against my skin.

Skin slapping against skin turns the erotic scene beneath me even hotter.

My thumb pops from her mouth as her head thrashes along the bed, her moans and whimpers the most beautiful fucking music I've ever heard. With a sharp cry, her lids slam shut, her whole body tenses as release shocks through her system.

Skin slick, my grip slips on her hips. The soft muscle molds beneath my fingers, and I hold on for dear life as her pussy clamps around me, shooting me over the edge. All the pent-up anger, uncertainty, and every other damn emotion she invokes barrel out of me with a string of muttered curses as my hips jerk in an unsteady cadence.

Trails of sweat slide down my bare chest, droplets gathering at the edge of my hairline as my shaking arms hold my weight above her. A relaxed, happy smile splits across her face with a content sigh.

“That was exactly what I needed,” she says, those hazel eyes scanning my face.

I huff, the small movement making my softening dick twitch inside her, readying for round two.

Her eyes widen.

“What makes you think we're done, baby?”

The responding gasp urges me lower until we're nose to nose.

“I promised I would fuck you till you forgot your name. And I always keep my promises.”

A light vibration has me arching a brow.

“My phone,” she says, still smiling from her postorgasmic high. Blindly, she pats the bed, searching for the discarded phone. It's still vibrating with an incoming call when she slips it between us to read the screen. A thin line forms between her brows. “I need to get this.” With a bit of work, she maneuvers her arm around my own. “Hello?”

Confusion and then surprise registers on her beautiful face. Palm pressed to my chest, she gives me a soft push, urging me off her. With a frustrated groan, I slide out of her and carefully lower her leg back to the bed. The bed jostles, making her naked breasts shake with the movement as I drop to the bed beside her.

An attention-grabbing cough pulls my attention from her chest. Annoyance laced with humor covers her features as she rolls her eyes, telling me she full-on caught me ogling her tits. What can I say? She's beautiful with clothes on and without. And I'm a guy, and she's naked, so yeah, of course I'm fucking distracted.