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Oh, fuck yeah.

Her pussy gushes as she watches me own her.

“You like that?”

Her moan of agreement rips through the air as I slow my pace.

“You fucking love it, don’t you? You make out that you’re a good girl. You judge all the Heir chasers at school, when really, all along, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“No,” she cries, although from how wet she is for me and the way her back arches to take me deeper with every thrust, I have a hard time believing her.

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I lift her from the bed.

She gasps as she stares at us, at my possessive hold of her, at the way we look connected like this.

“Jesus, Reese,” she moans when I snake my other hand around her body and cup her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers.

“Admit it. Tell me how long you’ve been imagining this.”

“Never.”

“Was it always me? Or did you imagine snagging Elliot or Theo, or even both? All of us?”

“Fuck you, Whitfield.”

“Oh babe, I’m pretty sure you’re the one getting fucked right now.”

I roll my hips to prove a point, and she mewls in pleasure as my cock hits all the right places.

Dropping my hand down her stomach, I find her swollen clit.

She gasps as I pinch her.

“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, sweet cheeks? And then you’re going to let me fill you up before I go and kick arse on the pitch.”

“Oh shit,” she moans as I begin to pick up speed, the sound of our skin colliding filling the room along with our heaving breaths.

“And you’re going to come to the game, aren’t you? You’re going to stand there and watch me while you can still feel me inside you.”

“Reese.” Her muscles clamp down once more, and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from falling.

“Say yes, Olivia,” I grit out, upping the pressure on her clit with my need for her to break first.

“Oh God. God, Reese.”

“Say. It,” I growl in her ear before biting down on it.

“Yes. Yes. YES,” she screams as her body locks up tight as she flies off the cliff, dragging me right alongside her.

“Fuck, Liv. Fucking can’t get enough of this,” I groan, pumping her full as aftershocks rock her body.

I’ve barely come down from my high and am more than a little reluctant to release her when my phone starts ringing.

“Motherfucker.”

“You’d better get that,” Olivia says, pulling at my arm that’s banded tight around her body.

“You don’t mean that.”

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