I slide down hard on top of his cock, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he tears through me. I wasn’t wet enough, but I don’t care.
I feel the pain.
I feel—that’s enough.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you until you make me come.”
I slide up and down his cock—hard and furiously fast.
I don’t feel myself getting wetter, just hotter.
I thought fucking Langston would be explosive. I thought he’d know how to work my body, make me come in seconds.
He does, but I’m not letting him have control. That’s why I’m not coming yet.
If I gave up control to him, then he’d have me panting and screaming his name in minutes.
I’m not going to give Langston control yet. That’s one step too far. I need to come, but I need to control myself.
“Fuck,” I moan as I ride him harder, rubbing my clit up against the deep V of his sculpted abs.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Maybe if I kiss him? Just once?
Nope. That’s too far.
I won’t betray Waylon like that.
This isn’t about cheating. It’s about taking what I need to survive.
I rub myself against him, creating more friction.
I’m so hot, soaked in sweat, this is the moment…
“Liesel?” Langston’s voice is so soft, full of pain and sadness. He knows I can’t come. This won’t work.
“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!” I pump over him, begging my body to give in.
I try one more time, but it doesn’t happen.
I don’t come.
It was all for nothing.
I shove him hard, and I climb off him.
I scream.
I pound my fists into the walls and consider pounding them into his head.
Before I can decide what to punch next, I collapse from exhaustion.
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