(Giving in.)

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Chapter eleven:

My muscles clench around him, but it isn't enough to soothe aching emptiness. I spread my legs, needing more. I love it that you're so hot for me. He takes his tongue and licks the juice's off of me. Tasty. He said.

My cheeks heat. But the need crackling between us friends burns away any mild embarrassment. I bet you are too. I replied. I stroke my index finger across the tip of his cock and pull the fingertip into my mouth.

His brown eyes grow so dark that they're almost black. Deep red colors his cheeks. Hayley, I don't think I can wait. He said.

I'm not asking you to. We can do the slow stuff later. I want to take the edge off now. I replied.

He laughs, sound light, happy and a little bit wicked. A small part of me does an estatic dance that I can make him like this. He puts me on a condom and glide's into me, big and hot and Oh My God good. My vision blurs, and I clutch him hard. He braces his weight on one hand and uses the other to caress my ass and leg, all the way down to the ankle and back up.

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