“Then give it to me hard and fast,” I told him and reached up, scratching my nails down his back.

“Fuck,” he growled and stopped. He reached between us and began to rub his fingers furiously against my clit. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

Immediately I tensed up and clenched around him, which only pulled another loud, “Fuck!” out of him.

“Brett, please,” I pleaded, thrashing my head back and forth. Something was building deep inside me and I was afraid that if we didn’t keep going I was going to lose it.

“God dammit,” he cursed, and it seemed like he was going to keep fighting it. But then he stopped playing with my clit and his hand hit the bed beside my head. “If it hurts just tell me to stop.”

I nodded my head but I wasn’t planning on saying anything even if it did. My breasts were heaving against my chest. I was panting from exertion, from what he did to my poor, throbbing clit. Brett was inside me. Inside me. If he wanted to lose himself, I welcomed it.

Brett pulled himself out until just the tip remained. I arched my back and lifted my hips in offering to him. His head fell forward as he thrust into me with a hard slam. But instead of pulling back slowly, this time he pulled back fast only to drive himself deep again.

And I noticed very quickly that when he did it, he also slammed into my clit.

My mouth went slack and my head fell back as I moaned. Out he pulled. Then my body rocked as he slammed back in.

“Mandy,” he growled my name.

The headboard cracked against the wall, and as he connected with my clit, something inside me split open. I felt wet, so wet, and I trembled around him.

“Brett,” I cried out. “I think I’m coming.”

I wasn’t entirely sure because it felt so different, but my pussy spasmed. Then Brett must have taken that as permission to fuck me to death because the way his hips crashed into my hips, it felt like he was literally trying to fuck me through the mattress.

My orgasm never ended. It transformed, blooming into a force that left me crying out and clawing my nails down his back.

And a moment later, Brett was growling and cursing while he spilled himself inside me. It felt hot and sticky. And I loved the way he lost himself, jerking and twitching above me.

No regrets.

“Are you okay?” I asked, getting myself together first. I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand.

His head was still bent forward and his face felt slick with sweat. Brett started laughing and then I laughed. Then I accidentally squeezed him inside me. We both groaned, overly sensitive.

He collapsed his weight on top of me. “Yes. Are you?”

“Yes,” I answered and wrapped my arms around him. I could feel my body squeezing him out while we caught our breath.

As he relaxed above me, he asked, “Did you like it?”

I smiled and lifted up, giving him a little kiss on the lips. “Yes, it was amazing.”

He grinned down at me and I softly stroked my hands down his back. He was so fucking amazing, and I didn’t know what I did to deserve him but I was grateful that I had him. He was mine, and I was his. His eyes softened as he gazed down tenderly at me.

It was totally a sweet moment before I asked, “Want to do it again?”

Brett

She, the one girl in my life that I loved with all my heart, was sleeping beside me and I felt like a million dollars. It was about five a.m. and I really wanted to have another go at it but I would have felt like a complete heel, especially since we made love/fucked each other’s brains out three times that night. She was just as horny as I was, thank god for teenage hormones.

I looked at the clock one more time before I slid back down and pulled her close to me. Her body was so damn warm and soft. She really did feel like the perfect fit, like her body was meant to be wrapped up in my arms.

If I knew then what I know now, I would have locked her up tight and never let her go.

Chapter Twelve

Mandy

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