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“More,” I say.
He pulls his hand away from my cock and grips my hips. And starts to move. Long, slow strokes that eradicate the burn stroke by stroke and replace it with something wholly different.
And when he angles his hips on the next stroke, the head of his cock nudges that spot inside me that left me all loose-limbed and buzzing earlier.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it,” he gasps when my ass clenches around him again.
I grab my dick with my free hand and give myself a stroke. A low moan of relief spills from my lips.
Lake drives into me over and over again. He fucks me with slow, deep thrusts, and I move my hand faster, jacking myself off. My muscles tighten, and I start pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts.
It gets messy. Heat and slick friction and the chase for release that I plunge into with reckless abandon. Lake’s cock stretches me wide open and leaves me craving more. The need to come becomes overwhelming. It builds into something deep and demanding inside me.
The room is filled with our loud grunts and groans.
My fingers tighten around the swollen head of my cock as Lake slams into me at just the right angle.
It’s white noise and an earthquake after that. For a moment, my whole body clenches up before it’s overtaken by waves of euphoric pleasure that rip through me one after the other. Jets of cum shoot all over my hand and the sheet beneath me.
Lake’s strokes become hard and erratic. He stiffens above me and comes with a low shout. His cock jerks inside me. Shudders of pleasure race up and down my spine as he rides out his orgasm until he gives one last thrust, buries himself balls deep inside me, and collapses on top of me. My knees give out and I flop down on the bed fully, trapped underneath Lake’s long, lean body.
We’re both panting like crazy, shivers of aftershocks racking my body. Lake buries his face in the curve of my neck.
Addicted, I think.
Yeah.
That fits.
LAKE
It’s getting light outside.
I lie spread over Ryker’s large body, my head on his chest, arms flopped on either side of him, knee between his knees, one foot dangling over the side of the bed.
My limbs are heavy, and the only movement my body seems capable of following is the gentle up and down motion of Ryker’s chest falling and rising beneath me.
I’m quite literally fucked out. Couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
Ryker’s hand is in my hair, fingers raking through the strands.
“Are you still angry?” Ryker murmurs.
“I don’t know what I am,” I say honestly.
“You haven’t kicked me out, so I’ll take that as a good sign.”
I blow out a breath.
“I hate it,” I say. “It’s like I accepted his help. And I hate it. And I hate that you forced my hand.”
“I know you said it means shit all, but I am sorry,” he says. “I was an asshole.” He rubs his palm over his face and blows out a breath. “At first, I didn’t tell you because you would’ve never agreed to take the money, and I knew you needed it, so my only goal was to help you. I know you hate him, but I figured it was… You know when wars end? And then one side makes compensation payments to the other side for all the damage and injury inflicted?”
“Reparations,” I say.
“Yeah. I figured this would be like reparations.” His fingers still for a moment, but then he starts moving them again. “I fucked up.”
I stare at the wall while I try to gather my thoughts.
