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Relief flooded me as I unclenched my jaw.

“Get on the bed.” I released my hold on her abruptly and she stumbled before steadying herself to climb into the center of my bed.

Leaning up on her elbows, she watched me, waiting for her next command.

But it never came because I wanted to do the rest.

I wanted to work her tights down over her wide hips.

I wanted to bunch her skirt around her waist.

I wanted to pull her sweater off so she was left only in her bra.

And when I did all that, I stepped back, my dick hard and my chest tight.

She was so damn beautiful.

“Take off your panties, Red.”

Arousal made everything on me taut and tight to the point of discomfort, but instead of chasing a quick release, I took my time and waited for True to obey my command.

Biting her lip, she lifted up and wiggled out of the damp scrap of fabric. Then she dangled them from her fingers, waiting for me to pounce. When I did, a slow smile took over her face. I stuffed the panties in my pocket and put one knee on the bed.

She stared up at me while I worked my belt free from its loops. Slowly, I undid the button of my slacks and her face fell in the most perfect pout. She was fucking needy. She didn’t even have to make a sound and I could read it all over her.

True shifted on the bed, her legs spreading wide. “I need you, Greyson.”

She had no idea how much I needed her. Swearing under my breath, I shoved my pants and boxers down just enough to free my dick, smirking when True’s eyes tracked the hand stroking my length.

I was on top of her without another word, my dick bobbing between us as I kissed the startled gasp off her lips.

Grabbing her face, I kissed her until I needed air. And then I kissed her some more, my teeth grazing her lips, my tongue sucking her tongue.

True kept arching into me, smearing the precum leaking from my tip all over her pretty thighs.

“You’re so fucking greedy, True.” My tongue snaked around hers. “I love that about you.”

Lazily, I ground against her, loving the involuntary bow of her back off the bed, the way her legs spread wider and the way she held me tighter. Her fingers latched on to my waist, holding me in place while I gave her the friction she needed.

Her eyes rolled back.

Her face contorted.

Her hips rolled to meet my touch.

As much as I loved teasing her, as much as I wanted to draw this out, I needed to be inside of her or I was going to fall apart.

Lifting my hips, I drove forward, notched against her entrance. She was so wet, the head slipped in without much guidance.

One languid stroke and I was seated inside of her.

One deep breath and I needed ten more.

One whimper from True and I wanted to make her scream.

I pulled out and drove into her with a punishing thrust. Her lids fell and ecstasy washed over her face.

“Greyson, yes. Fuck yes.”