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“Say you want to be more. Make me accountable.”

“You don't do relationships. You leave when there’s sex. Friends with benefits, remember? No one gets hurt or expects more.”

I pushed the tip of my cock into her. “I changed my mind. You caught me. I want you to expect more.”

“What about Neo?”

“I'm not leaving.”

She whimpered and pressed her face against the pillow. “Zion.”

“Date me.”

She put her cheek against the pillow, her head tilted sideways. “I can't. Neo...”

“Is a teenager and doesn't care what you do. I'm not leaving. Date me.”

I pulled my cock out, but I licked my thumb and circled the dampened digit around her asshole. She closed her eyes in pleasure.

I was being unfair and I knew it. But I also knew what I wanted.

I changed tactics, I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, then I whispered, “Say yes and I'll fill you up.”

“Zion...”

“Say yes.”

Amantha was quiet for a moment, then she whispered, “Yes.”

I grinned. “What was that?”

“Yes,” she said louder. “I'll date you.”

Yes. Maybe I'd be more fair if I asked her to marry me. Maybe. No guarantees.

I slipped my cock into her pussy slowly and started fucking her, using slow measured thrusts to drive her crazy. My cock dragged back and forth along every inch of her walls.

She moaned quietly as I thrust into her.

I reached around her and rubbed her clit slowly, driving her out of her mind.

When I could tell she'd lost herself in the rhythmic movements, I brought one hand up and wrapped it around her mouth to keep her quiet and licked my other thumb. Slowly, I pressed it into her asshole. She cried out in surprised delight against my palm when the muscle keeping me out gave way and my thumb was fully inside her. The soft warmth around my thumb made my cock twitch as I thrust into her.

“Come for me,” I whispered to her.

A few strokes later, her pussy clenched around my dick and her asshole gripped my thumb.

“Zion,” she cried.

I pressed as deep into her as I could get, grunting as I released my cum inside her.

Chapter 27

Monday morning, I answered the phone with a terrible British accent. “‘Ello, Airplayne Adventures. ‘Ow may aye ‘elp ‘ou?” I asked in a high-pitched voice.

I cringed, but the caller on the other end didn't even react.

Amantha about died from silent laughter as she tried not to let the client hear her.