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“More, Weston. Give me everything you’ve got.” She adjusts herself so the top half of her body is flush with the bed and her ass is in the air, giving me a better angle. She wiggles her ass at me, and I smack it again before rubbing the spot. She groans into the blanket.

My girl wants fucked, she gets fucked.

“As you wish.” I piston my hips, slamming into her. She grips the blankets, her knuckles turning white.

“I’m so close.”

I lean over her, reaching around and circling my thumb around her clit, pinching it slightly, and that’s all it takes for her to come again.

The familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine, and I know my own orgasm is close, but I told her four, and four is what I plan to give her.

I pull out of her pussy and flip her over so she’s lying on her back, her eyes half closed. I grab a pillow and slide it under her ass.

“I don’t think I’ve got anymore in me,” she whispers, putting her hand over her face.

“I think you do,” I tell her, sliding into her, the pillow allowing me to hit a better, deeper angle.

She gasps and I lean down to kiss her, nipping on her bottom lip, then soothing it with my tongue before pulling back slightly. Her pussy flutters around my cock.

“Eyes on me,” I demand.

She does, and I almost blow my load, but I stave it off, needing her to come. “Feel how far inside you I am. Feel how much of me you’re taking.”

I pull out of her and thrust all the way back in.

Her fingers trail down her body. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

I peer down at where we’re connected. “Touch yourself. I want to watch you play with your clit while I fill your pussy up.”

She does as I say, and I can’t stop watching her.

“I’m so close.”

“Me too,” she pants.

“Come for me, one more time.” I reach down and pinch her nipple, and that’s all it takes.

“I’m coming,” she screams.

Her pussy squeezes my cock so hard, pulling me over the edge, and I spill into the condom, my vision going black for a second.

Chapter twenty-eight

Hadley

“So do I win the prize?” Wes asks when we’re back in his bed, snuggled under the covers after taking a quick shower together and devouring the cold popcorn.

“Yes.” I stretch and kiss him on the cheek.

Even if he had lost the bet, I’d already decided I was going to tell him I wanted us to be together. Being with Weston Reynolds has been the easiest thing ever, which is scary because it has to stop being easy eventually, right?

But I’m not thinking about that right now. I’m trying to enjoy the time we have together. Soak it all up. Because eventually, he’ll decide he doesn’t want me. That I’m not enough for him. Or that he doesn’t have the same feelings for me that I have for him. But until then, I’m going to enjoy this. Enjoy being his.

“Good. Can I take you out tomorrow? I have a place in mind. It’s nothing too spectacular, but I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“I agreed to be your girlfriend. You don’t have to pull out all the stops for me anymore. No need to plan dates. We can just hang out, order takeout, and be lazy.”

He’s silent for a few seconds, and I think he’s fallen asleep, but eventually he speaks. “I will never not pull out all the stops for you, Hadley. You’re important to me. I want to do special things for you.”