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BEX

“You doin’ alright?” Crayton asks when I fall back on the bed. He’s still sitting in the same position, taking in my satisfied state.

“I mean, I’ve been in worse predicaments.” I chuckle, staring up at the ceiling, my insides still whirling from what just went down between the three of us.

“That shit’s not funny,” Crayton bites out, and I realize the poor wording.

“It’s not what I meant.” I reach for him, and Crayton hesitantly climbs on top of me.

“I…” he clears his throat, shifting his body uncomfortably. “I feel like a fucking virgin,” he jokes, trying to seem casual.

“I mean, in a way we both are.” I ring my arms around his neck, bringing him closer for a kiss.

He’s reluctant again, the removal of Saint taking a toll on him, and it’s obvious.

“We don’t need him,” I reassure Crayton, who looks as though he’s asking himself if he made a mistake dismissing his friend.

“I don’t want to hurt you…” He swallows. “Not anymore.”

“Well, let’s not take it off the table completely.” I smile coyly at him, which has Crayton’s shoulders easing up a bit.

“Kiss me,” I demand, so Crayton slowly brings his lips closer.

His touch is gentle, his tongue offering soft caresses against mine when we connect.

We go this way for a bit, and it’s not long before things heat up.

I arch into Crayton, my breasts straining against the muscles of his chest, and Crayton lets out a low groan of approval.

I’m grinding into him, and he into me, the both of us a mess of limbs and moans.

Crayton mutters a curse when I snake my hand between us, wrapping my hand—or trying to—around his thick cock.

I feel the veins of his shaft pulse against my fingers, and when Crayton looks into my eyes his sapphire ones darken.

Turn hooded and heavy.

Carnal.

“Does this hurt?” I run a thumb over the ring at his tip, having zero experience with dick piercings since none of my dildos came equipped with them.

“Not you.” His lip bends into a smirk, running his cock along the folds of my pussy. He’s not inside me yet, but somehow I feel him everywhere.

When he kisses me again, I don’t hesitate to bite hard on his lower lip, drawing blood, then licking it clean with the tip of my tongue.

Crayton hisses, fisting my hair and pulling it back, exposing my neck to him.

The sting is delicious, and Crayton must be able to read the excitement on my face because he squeezes harder.

His mouth attacks my neck, nipping and biting every surface of the skin.

I cry out when his teeth press down against the artery pulsing wildly for him.

My pussy clenches, feeling so overstimulated I may explode on his bed…for the second time.

I begin stroking his cock, and the smallest wave of panic passes through me when I realize this monster of a thing will be inside me soon.