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I slid her panties to the side. My hand pressed over her pubic bone and I slowly pushed my cock inside her until our hips met and I couldn't move further. We both sighed in relief and I watched the intense pleasure on her face as I filled her, which made my dick throb in her pussy.

She moaned. I licked my thumb and swirled it over her clit.

“Please move,” she begged.

“Whatever you—”

That was when the closet door opened. I turned my head to see a surprised Joey standing there.

“Get the fuck out!” I growled.

Alarmed, Joey shouted, “Sorry, sorry!” and slammed the door.

Wide eyed, Amantha looked at me. After a moment, we both laughed sheepishly.

She said, “I should care, but I don't. Fuck me, Zion.”

Growling happily, I pulled Amantha's chest up to mine and kissed her. I thrust up into her, the seated position pressing us even closer.

Slowly, I fucked her, kissing her throat and squeezing her nipples as I rutted inside her. Definitely the most intimate position I'd ever been in.

Stroke after stroke, her body squeezed around me and I filled her with my cock. My size was just right to stretch her around me; her size was just right to high me tight.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I mumbled to her between pants.

“You, too, big guy.” She moaned as I adjusted the angle a little and hit her G-spot. “Best fuck I've ever had.”

Easily, I'd agree.

It didn't take long until her body throbbed around me, and I released inside her.

Her mouth found mine, kissing me as we both came down from our highs.

She broke the kiss and said apologetically, “We better go find Joey and apologize.”

“Fuck,” I said with a kiss to her forehead. She was right.

She laughed. At least she hadn't been mortified.

That night, we went to her place. Again, I slept on the couch.

Chapter 23

“MacGregor?”

“No.”

“Donahue?”

“No.”

“Blackwell?”

Amantha looked at me and laughed. “No.”

That was my last name.

“Want it to be?” I teased.