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trembling.
    “Your friend is yelling for you,” she heard in her mind, but her thoughts were mush. He felt so good, so deep in her.
    “Answer her, or I’ll stop.”
    “Wh-what?”
    “Answer her, or I’ll stop,” he repeated and then stopped. Zelina got on the phone quicker than she ever had in her life, ignoring Rion’s chuckle in her mind.
    “Yes, Jezzie,” she answered as he resumed. She hoped her friend didn’t hear the hitch in her voice.
    “Who is Rion?”
    “He’s . . . he’s my boyfriend, Jezzie,” Zelina repeated.
    Said boyfriend spread her ass cheeks, pushed harder into her pussy, using his fingers now to swirl her moisture over her clit. She moaned in her throat.
    “Since when have you had a boyfriend?”
    “It happened kind of . . . suddenly, Jezzie. I just felt it . . . and it . . . worked.” She was nearly panting. His fingers circled her clit in fast and hard circles. Over and over he moved, counteracting his thrusting tongue. The feeling was mesmerizing. She could feel her juices sliding down the insides of her legs.
    “Just happened? Where are you, Z? Really, hon, I’m worried.”
    “I told you I’m okay, Jezzie. I wouldn’t lie about that.”
    He ground against her harder, as if he didn’t like she’d gotten that sentence out without breathing deeply. She stuffed her face back into the pillow, bowing her back as she moaned, rubbing her clit against him. He felt so good to her. So right. The sting of the slap had her face coming out of the pillow and glaring at him, and she just caught the last of what her friend said.
    “. . . it can be there quickly, Zelina.”
    “Do you just not . . . believe . . . me?” Z panted, nearly unable to control her moans anymore.
    “I just want to see for myself is all. You know me.”
    Rion pulled out of her, fingers still dancing on her clit. She felt the thick head of his cock nudge her opening.
    “Say you’re okay. Then hang up.”
    She didn’t even think to argue this time. She hung up.

Chapter Fifteen
     
    She thought having only one of them at a time would make things less intense, that it would be easier for her to handle. It may have been if it hadn’t been Rion. He never did anything nice and slow. His first thrust took him past his head before he pulled out just as quickly. He slammed in again until half his dick was inside of her, then pulled out. She braced for his last thrust, knowing he would kiss her womb. When it came, she moaned, letting her head fall forward into the pillow. She felt her insides stretching, seeking to let him in. The walls gripped him tighter, loathing to let him go as he pushed in and out.
    Warmth spread over her back as he curled around her, one hand sliding over her breasts and the other angling toward her clit. He used her moisture to play with the tight bud and twisted a nipple at the same time. The result was electrifying.
    “Rion!”
    His name on her lips pushed him farther, tighter into her. His body was wrapped around her so tightly, his cock thrusting so deeply, it was as if he wanted to crawl inside her. His hands played on her flesh like an instrument, strumming the strings until pleasure pulsed in her clit.
    “Who am I?” he whispered against her neck, his lips sliding over her pulse.
    “Rion,” Zelina answered, panting as he thrust harder. The wet sounds of her body and the slap of his balls on her flesh were music to her ears.
    “Who is Rion to you?”
    She paused, not sure what he wanted. His hand left her breast, fingers curling around her neck until he held her face up and turned it toward him. Their lips were touching barely, his eyes hooded as he looked into hers. His other arm wrapped around her waist, holding him tight to her body. His hips slowed, instead grinding himself into her pussy and angling upward until he brushed over her G-spot. She screamed, the deep grinding more personal, more intense than his pounding before. Her eyes slid shut.
    “Look at me, Zelina. Look at me. Who