Faking with Benefits

by Lily Gold

“You like that, don’t you, honey?” Zack rumbles at my side. “You going to come in his mouth for him? Soak his face? See, we know you, sweetheart. We can take care of you better than any of those other guys.”

Bracing my arm against the wall, I ram into her once, twice, three times. Layla lets out a small, very urgent moan, shuddering underneath me. “Oh - oh, God,” she mumbles, her breath coming fast and desperate. “I…” “Come,” I order.

“No. It’s a promise ring.”

“You? You never promise anything.” “I promise my face between your legs and my tongue inside you. What more could a girl want?”

me. I glance back to see that he’s jacking himself off as he fingers me, his eyes fixed on my behind.

“If we put a towel down, do you wanna eat in bed? We have seven courses.” “That’s the hottest thing a man has ever said to me,”

“I’m scared of you, too,” I tell him honestly, and his face falls. “I’m scared you’ll change your mind about me again.” “I’d marry you right now if I could,” he says evenly, and my heart flips.

“I love you too. Do this to me again, and I’ll throw you on the street so fast you’ll find gravel up your asscrack.”