“Mmmm, baby. I leaned forward as I pounded her, loving the feel of her shivering under me as she continued to ride out the final tremors of her orgasm. Hell, better than good!”
“We were. “I know a few, too, and there’s my sister. My orgasm began to slow down, and so did my thrusts. “What’re you doing here?” he asked. “Have you slept together?”
She hesitated in her answer—also, a yes. Look, I—”
“I can’t be here right now,” I said, grabbing my shirt. The air was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of labored breathing as we recovered from our workout. Her back, her shoulders, her ass… it was all a flawless work of art. “I said I’m going to miss this,” she said, her voice rough with emotion. Make me your fucking sex toy! She hesitated and looked at me. Dillon was the least serious of my friends, but he was also the most empathic of the group.
