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She’s . . .

Holy shit.

Oh God, Ben!wasn’t a cry of panic. It wasn’t her begging me for help.

It was her coming.

With my fucking name on her lips.

And with that angry look on her face, I can tell she has no idea.

“What’s going on?”

“You called for me,” I say, testing her.

And fuck if those already flushed cheeks don’t go deeply red with embarrassment.

My cock gets hard.

“I—no. What? No. I didn’t. I—”

“You texted me, Lola.” Her eyebrows come together, and I can’t take it.

She’s too fucking cute.

Too fucking sweet.

I need a taste.

Just one more.

Maybe that will satisfy me.

If I just . . .

I step closer until her pebbled nipples are on my chest.

Her breathing goes even more erratic.

“You said, ‘Oh God, Ben.’” Her eyes go wide, and the breath that leaves her lips is shaky.

Is it because she just came?

Or because I’m close to her.

Either way, she confirmed it with that blush.

I’m as deep in her as she is in me.

I move the sliver until our bodies are pressed together, so she can feel what the thought of her fingering herself with my name on her lips is doing to me.

My hard cock presses into her belly as I move one arm around her waist, pulling her into me.

My other hand moves down her arm softly until I grab her hand, lifting it between us.

Her eyes go impossibly wider.

And I smile at her.

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