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dejected.
    Then it hits me.
    Everything she just said has little to do with the vile things I did on that fucking website, but who I did them with. She’s jealous of Carly.
    Ridiculous.
    Can’t this girl see that she’s everything?
    “Samantha, I never felt anything for her. It was just sex.” We both cringe at the truth. “We had an agreement and it was financially beneficial for both of us, but we never had a relationship. I never wanted one. You’re the first girl I’ve even wanted to try with. That’s got to count for something.”
    “I just-I can’t… I can’t compete with her, Adam. I’ll never be like her.”
    I smile. I can’t help it. Her vulnerability is so endearing albeit ridiculous in this situation. “That’s a good thing, Sam, because like I said, I never wanted Carly.”
    Her lips quirk up in a small smile exposing a tiny dimple in her cheek. I grab her pulling her into my chest, crashing my lips to hers. Our kisses are hungry and bruising.
    I break away. “My bed. Now.” She turns on her heel, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the car.
    I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this making up business.

13 Samantha
    A dam grips the doorknob and swings open the door. Turning his face back to me, there’s no mistaking the look in his eyes. His pupils are dilated, his breath ragged. Strong arms reach out to me and pull me towards him, his lips crashing upon mine.
    My dress is pulled down, exposing my hardened nipples. The flimsy material falls to the floor and I’m left standing bare in his apartment before we’re even in the privacy of his room. If anyone passed by the entrance to his apartment right now, they would see my bare ass. The cold air makes my breasts tingle and my whole body shivers with anticipation. Instinctually, my arms move to cross in front of me, to cover myself.
    “No. I want to see you. Drop your hands to your sides.”
    My pussy moistens from his authoritative tone. With slow, steady steps, he circles around me. I can feel his gaze on every inch of my body. It sparks something so primitive inside me, I just want to worship him, give myself fully to him. Allow him to take me… All of me. Every last bit of my soul.
    “Please,” I beg. He still hasn’t touched me and I’m dying to feel his touch linger on my skin.
    “Please, what?”
    “Please touch me. I need you to touch me.” I’m starved for him, desperate for him. My breath comes out in quick short bursts, and my heart hammers against my chest as I wait.
    “I can smell how turned on you are, how much you need me.” I pull my bottom lip into my mouth and allow my teeth to bite down, stifling the moan that threatens to escape.
    His fingers trace down my spine, inching lower and lower until he grips my ass. “Should I take you here tonight… Or do I want to eat your sweet pussy before sinking deep inside?” He walks around to the front of me and pulls my hand, leading me to the couch.
    “Sit and spread your legs. We didn’t have dinner so I’m ravenous.” I take a seat on the couch then lean back and spread my thighs apart.
    “That’s a good girl.”
    He leans forward, spreading my legs further open until my core is completely exposed to him. His hand reaches forward and strokes my slit from top to bottom then spreads the lips and pushes his finger deep inside me.
    “So wet,” he mutters to himself as he starts to finger fuck me with earnest. My body jerks from the delicious friction and sensations growing inside me. He moves closer to me until his face is directly in front of my pussy and then I feel the soft feeling of his tongue stroking my clit. My orgasm is fast approaching, my chest heaving.
    “That’s it, baby, come all over my tongue.” He says between licks and nips.
    The movement of his lips cause the final detonation within me. Slowly he licks me until my orgasm passes and he pulls away. I watch as he stands up and frees his cock.
    “Stand up, put your back to me. Grip the couch.”
    I