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Easton positions himself between me, his arms on either side of my head.
“I need you more than anything,” I whisper.
“Say it again,” he demands, giving me a little more of him as he kisses me.
I taste myself on him as his movement grows slow, more intense. I open my thighs as wide as I can.
“I needyoumore thananything,” I repeat, meaning it with every cell in my body. “My truth.”
Easton gives me every long inch of him, and I love how good he feels, buried deep inside me, like he belongs there and only there.
Is this how it was always supposed to be?
“I feel the same,” he whispers. “I’m addicted to you.”
I thread my fingers through his messy hair, and behind his head, I see a meteor skirt across the sky.
I gasp. “Shooting star.”
Easton looks over his shoulder, catching the tail end of it, before turning back to me.
“Make a wish,” I say.
“I already did,” he says, grinding deeper into me, and I feel the impossible—another orgasm building.
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EASTON
Same day
Lexi’s mouth falls open and she closes her eyes as deep, guttural groans release from her.
I trace the shell of her ear with my mouth. “Is my deviant girl gonna come again?”
“Yes,” she breathlessly whispers. It’s barely audible as her body tenses. “You feelsogood.”
“Mmm. You’re mine.” I suck on her earlobe, pumping harder inside of her.
She pants, and her back lifts off the ground as she lets go. The orgasm rips through her and her pussy contracts so tight around me that I nearly see stars.
A growl releases from her chest as I slam into her. I’m so damn close as I capture her lips, so I slow my pace. My eyes slam shut as I sink myself deep, letting the orgasm take control. I am nothing and everything with Lexi, and I don’t know how I’ll be able to let her go. I roll over onto my back and pull her closeto me, kissing her hair as she rests her head on my chest. Our breathing is ragged, and our hearts race.
I pull out to take the condom off and notice it’s not there. “Fuck,” I whisper, making sure I’m not imagining it.
Alexis sits up with hooded eyes. “What is it?”
“The condom.” I shake my head.
“Where is it?”
I remove the rubber ring from my cock. The bottom half is missing.
“Oh,” she whispers, putting two and two together. “I’m not on birth control, Easton. I had no reason to be, but I think it will be fine. I can’t get pregnant; I’ve tried before. For years. And I was tested for every STD after I was cheated on.”
“I’m so sorry, darling.”
She stands up, revealing the broken condom on the blanket.