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“Not for a second,” Forrest says before lurching forward to wrap an arm around my waist. Then he drags himself back on the bed, taking me with him and flinging his glasses onto the pillow beside us.

“I told you I want to come inside you while you’re riding my cock,” he reminds me when we settle, our noses a centimeter apart.

When I sit up this time, the length of Forrest’s cock slips between my folds, and we both moan at the bare contact.

“When were you last tested?” I ask, already coating him with my wetness as I slide along him.

“I feel like we probably should have covered this earlier,” he says with a smirk while I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, probably,” I agree, rolling my hips again.

“About a month ago. After the last time I was with somebody. I’m all good,” Forrest says. “You?”

“Shit, also after the last time I was with somebody, but it was longer than that for damn sure—about six months ago. I’m also good. I also have an IUD,” I say.

“Do you want to keep going like this?” Forrest asks. This would be something else new for us.

“Very badly,” I groan. I want him now.

“Cam. I want to be sure,” Forrest scolds, but he’s already lifting me up. He stops when the head of his cock is tapping at my entrance.

“Yes, Forrest, yes,” I say, exasperated.

And he pulls me down onto him.

I cry out—not from pain, but from absolute fullness as I lift and settle onto him. Forrest’s hands are strong around my hips, balancing me as I rise up and press down around him, rocking forward to grind my clit against him.

My hands go back to my breasts when Forrest drives his hips up, reaching a spot within me that I wasn’t sure existed, and I see spots.

“Forrest, yes,” I hiss, squeezing myself around him until he swears.

Then he sits up again, shoving a thumb between us to roll circles over my clit as we connect, again and again. When Forrest leans forward and bites my shoulder, the spots become sparks.

I’m going to fucking come, just like this.

“That’s it,” Forrest praises as his arm bands around my back, his other hand still rolling against my clit.

And when I combust, digging my nails into Forrest’s sides and biting my lip so hard I’m surprised I don’t draw blood, he keeps filling me over and over. Forrest speeds up, drawing out my orgasm until I feel him tensing under me, his movements becoming more erratic, and I brace my hands on his shoulders when both of his hands find my hips, slamming me down onto him, our skin slick with sweat.

“Fuck, Cam. Fuck,” he chants, and he spills inside me.

I can already feel a welcome soreness in my body when Forrest helps lift me off him, laying me out like I’m a goddess for him to worship.

“You are fucking incredible, Camilla Rose,” he says before kissing me.

“Just for you,” I say, feeling exhaustion pull at me. I drag myself up to run to the bathroom quickly. “Stay right there,” I instruct.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “I promise.”

And Forrest Dane never breaks a promise.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

is it just me or is college just googling stuff all day?

FALL, 18 YEARS OLD

College. Is. Perfect.