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Livvie burst into tears and held me tighter to her chest to keep from meeting my eyes.

“Don’t stop,” she sobbed. She moved her body, sliding herself up and down my cock in a rhythm that demanded I keep pace. I was at a loss for what to do. It seemed I’d done and said enough already, so I did the only thing I could: I did as I was told.

Pressed so close to Livvie’s chest, it was easy to find my way to her breasts again. I put my mouth around one of her nipples and resumed my previous attentions. I palmed her ass in both hands. I was rewarded with moans and sighs instead of sobs. All the while, I felt her pussy trying to accommodate me further. Her wetness came more freely after a moment. Her muscles relaxed. I could move faster, push harder, and go deep on every forward thrust. The sound of my balls making contact with her wet flesh, her moans above me, the heat and tightness surrounding me—it all spurred me toward my crisis.

“More, Caleb. Oh, god, please!” Her words were a high-pitched plea. Her movements were frantic and disjointed. She was chasing an orgasm that wouldn’t come and then came too hard and fast.

I fucked her through her climax. Her pussy contracted around me, her muscles were rigid, and her sounds begged me to slow down. I couldn’t. I kept pounding into her until her orgasm subsided and she collapsed limply against me.

“Please, Caleb,” she panted against my ear. Her breasts were sweaty and they slid against my chest. Beneath my sweater, I was caked in sweat too. I wasn’t going to stop to take it off. “Slow down.” I knew she had to be tender, especially after she’d come so hard. I forced myself to slow. “Yes,” she sighed contentedly, “I like that. Fuck me just like that.”

“Stop saying fuck,” I panted. “Or I won’t be able to slow down.”

She giggled.

“I’m sorry. You bring it out of me.” She found her way to my lips and kissed me. After a while, her movements fell into rhythm with mine. She pushed down as I thrust up. She pulled away when I did, only to meet me with equal force.

“God, you feel good,” I murmured against her mouth. I delighted in her mewling whimper and increase in pace. I hadn’t forgotten her silent rejection. Truth be told, it stung like a motherfucker, but I knew it wasn’t the time to bring it up. I’d made that mistake already.

“Fuck me,” she said though harsh breaths.

“Beg me,” I demanded. Two could very well play this game.

“Please, Caleb.” She held my face in her hands and looked into my eyes. If I had found my primal nature, Livvie had also found hers. Her need was unmistakable. Her lust intoxicating. “Please fuck me with your huge fucking cock. I want to watch you come.” She slid her eyes shut and moved her body harder and faster.

She certainly knew how to push my buttons. I only hoped she wouldn’t regret it. I held her with one arm as I raised us off the sofa and pushed her onto her back. I finally reached for my sweater and pulled it off. I pushed my jeans down to my knees while I was as it. There was a moment of resistance on her part that quickly evaporated as I pushed myself in to the hilt.

“Again, Kitten. Beg me.” Braced on one arm and holding her outer thigh, I watched myself fuck her. Remembered words made me smile. She was just right shade of pink. I glanced up and watched her breasts moving to the rhythm of my thrusts.

“Please, Caleb.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer, but I wasn’t sure I should come inside her.

“Where do you want me to come?”

Livvie’s eyes pierced me with their intensity.

“Wherever you want.”

It hit me before I had a chance to decide. My balls drew up tight and I started coming. I tried to watch Livvie, but my eyes couldn’t stay open. I was lost to the feeling of being emptied, of being received into Livvie’s body.

Somewhere outside myself I knew Livvie was speaking. I couldn’t hear her clearly until my orgasm slowly subsided. I opened my eyes and looked down. Her hand was between us, touching the place we were joined.

“Mine,” I heard her say. Nothing had ever been truer.

“Yours,” I said.

Chapter Three

I dreamt that night.

Rafiq looked up at me from a table. He was shaking from fear. His face was bruised and bloody. He spoke calmly.

“Me for the girl?”

A ripple of love was fast on the heels of my shame. The feeling was quickly overrun by an old anger, a rage that had kept me alive when death had been a far better option.

“No. Not just for the girl. You… made me love you. You betrayed me.”