I wanted to come fast but I wanted it to last, too. Quite the conundrum.

Ivy’s breathing grew louder as she inched her fingers toward her warm center. I almost moaned out loud the second I saw her finger disappear. It was like watching a porno in real life. She was unbelievably hot. Her high cheekbones flushed, her mouth open, eyes on the brink of closing.

She only inched her finger in and out a few times before allowing a small moan to escape her mouth.

I’d had enough. I released my dick and reached out, pulling her body up to mine.

“That’s enough, my turn,” I gruffly said, pulling her slip right up and over her head. I crushed my eager lips onto hers, tasting the beer she’d had, which probably was what had led her to do karaoke with Becca.

I picked Ivy up in my strong arms, wrapping her bare middle around my torso. I quickly laid her down on her back, not giving two shits that the bed was mere feet away from us. I wanted her on the floor, and I wanted to fuck her fast. I didn’t want to waste time walking the three feet over there.

No time to waste.

Shoving my boxers down further, allowing my balls and dick to spring forward, I parted her legs, skimming over the way she said my name like her life depended on it, and rammed my steely, hard length into her tight, warm pussy.

I almost died.

The build-up was out of this world. Just watching her touch herself had me near exploding, and now that I was plunging in and out of her, I could barely handle it.

We have had so much sex over the last week that I’ve literally lost count, yet, here I was, still unable to last more than a few minutes with her clenching around my dick.

She moaned, throwing her head back on the floor. I took one of my hands, releasing it from behind her waist, and cupped the back of her head to protect it from the floor. Her legs spread wider, her back arching, her breasts pushed up and spilling out of her bra. I bent down and kissed the side of her ear.

“I love you,” I said, again.

She brought her head up to mine, flushed face and deepening green eyes.

I’d told her I loved her tonight, after belting out some girly lyrics, but I’d never told her during sex before.

It wasn’t that I didn’t love her before, because I’d been in love with her since we were awkward pre-teens, but I had been waiting for the right time.

I was waiting to say it in the exact moment that made me feel like I’d die if I didn’t spill the truth.

I loved her so fucking much. I loved her back then and I loved her even more now.

“I love you more,” she whispered.

I pumped into her, faster and harder, grunting and moaning, trying to keep it together so she could find her release, too.

“Daws,” she moaned, grinding her hips back and forth to meet my thrusting. She took her hand and traveled down to her clit and I literally had to shut my eyes because watching her do that was enough to kill me.

Within seconds of her circling herself, she clenched around me and broke free like a fucking dam breaking. Her orgasm washed over me so deeply that I was coming at the exact same time that she was, and I can honestly say, that in all of my twenty-five years of life, and out of all the sex I’d had, this was the most powerful, mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever endured.

It was short-lived, though, because as soon as I felt the last few spurts of that pearly-white substance exploding from my dick, Ivy and I snapped our heads to the door.

Someone had come through her front door, shutting it loudly in their wake.

Then a girly voice, nearly identical to Ivy’s sounded. “Ivy! Are you awake? It’s only ten.”

Ivy squealed, pushing me up and off her body. I paused on the situation for a second, imagining what Mia would do if she were to walk down the short hallway and into her sister’s room, seeing me, ass totally exposed, boxers bunched down to my ankles, ramming the fuck out of her older sister.

Jesus, fuck.

I hurriedly stood up and pulled my boxers up, covering my near-gone boner, and ran over to my jeans. I slipped them up at the same time that Ivy threw on a t-shirt and sleep shorts.

I laughed out loud.

Even if we were fully clothed, Mia would know right off the bat that we had just had amazing, world-shattering sex. My chest and face were red and splotchy, my breathing still out

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