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disappeared at his joyful look when he cupped a hand over me and said, “A landing strip to guide me home.”

 

I smiled at the obvious pleasure in his voice. I would have to thank Courtney for insisting that I go with her to that ridiculous waxing salon. I had cursed her loudly when they ripped off the wax strips along with most of my pubic hair. In fact, it had been so painful that I had maintained the barely-there look with trimming scissors and hair removal cream just to ensure that I never had to go back to that awful place ever again.

 

Sam seemed to be a big fan of the look, though. In fact, his penis looked like it had grown even larger, though I didn’t see how that was possible.

 

He sat beside me, rubbing his palm up and down my landing strip before plunging a finger inside me. I threw my head back and gulped in a deep breath.

 

Something about this man drove me absolutely wild. I was dripping wet with anticipation and almost came just thinking about him climbing on me and replacing his finger with his dick.

 

He stretched the length of his naked body along mine while circling his fingers at my core. While he was shifting, I used the opportunity to take his massive cock into my hands. I stroked up and down the length of him until he was panting with need.

 

My legs were spread wide as his fingers massaged me. I was hot and ready and didn’t want to wait any longer. So, I reached down with one hand to gently cup his balls, while I used my other hand to guide him inside me.

 

That was all the invitation Sam needed as he rolled on top and plunged deep inside me. He froze there enjoying the moment. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, anxious for release.

 

He didn’t move and I could see his jaw clenching with the effort of it. I wiggled my hips trying to entice him to ride me, hard. He grabbed both of my arms and held them with one hand over my head. Then he whispered in my ear, “Try not to move, Baby. I want to savor being inside you for the first time.”

 

I tried to stay still, but it was so difficult as he dropped kisses along my neck and nuzzled my ear. The full feeling of having him inside me made me desperate to move. I tried a couple of times to grind against him, but he used more of his weight to hold me still.

 

When he used his free hand to tease my nipple, I let out a pathetic mewling sound and tried to arch against him once more.  It was more than I could handle when he nipped my shoulder with his teeth. My body began to spasm out of control and I came violently, gasping for air.

 

He let out a loud groan and released while I pulsed around him. “Oh, Ab!”

 

He stayed inside me, and I enjoyed the full, heavy feeling of having him there. It had been the most intense sexual encounter I had ever experienced, and we had barely even moved.

 

He lifted his head to ask, “I didn’t hurt your ankle, did I?”

 

“Nothing on me hurts right now.” I chuckled at my honest answer. My whole body felt fantastic.

 

We stayed connected like that for a long while, and I relished the dead weight feeling of him on me. Then it was almost as if an invisible wall went up between us. I could feel the cool change in his demeanor and his distance, even though he was still inside me.

 

When he spoke, his words shocked and enraged me. “My brother’s sloppy seconds aren’t usually my style, but this time it worked out quite well.”

 

I was so appalled that I couldn’t even see straight. How could he have said such a hurtful, horrible thing? I was furious, and I lashed out at him in the only way that I could in our current position. “You Bastard!” I ground the words out through clenched teeth, and then I smacked his bare ass. Hard.

 

His penis hardened inside me instantly.

 

Chapter 28

 

I wanted him off me, so I could put as much distance between us as physically possible, but he held me securely underneath him. “Get off!” My words were filled with venom.

 

“I’m trying, Baby, but you aren’t being very cooperative.”

 

I turned my head to the side, unwilling to acknowledge his double entendre. He used the opportunity to whisper in my ear, “You’ve spanked me twice tonight, and I liked it. Do you like it naughty, Abby?”

 

Did this guy not understand English? I was working to formulate an appropriately disgusted response when he slowly slid out of me and back in. I was furious with him and appalled with myself for having had sex with him, but God help me, it felt magnificent when his penis moved inside me.

 

It was all too much. I couldn’t believe that I had slept with my ex-boyfriend’s identical twin, or that he was such an unbelievable pig. I wanted nothing more than to get far away from him and lick my wounds. To top it all off, he was still inside me and my body reacted to him like a moth to a flame.

 

What the hell was wrong with me that my brain could be so repulsed by someone, and my body could be so completely turned on by him?

 

To my horror, the emotion I was feeling welled up, and I burst into tears. It wasn’t the cute trickle kind of crying either; but the sobbing, blubbering kind that makes a complete mess of your face.

 

I was completely embarrassed, but the tears kept coming, and I couldn’t stop them. Sam had pulled back and was looking at me with that fearful look in his eyes that men get when a woman cries.

 

“Don’t cry, Ab.” He tried to soothe me, but I was beyond consolation. “I shouldn’t have said the ‘sloppy seconds’ thing. I didn’t mean it at all.” He paused before adding quietly and seriously, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

 

“You didn’t mean it?” The words were barely recognizable because I hiccupped on a sob as I asked the question. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily, and he was probably only saying it to get me to stop crying, but it was still nice to hear him say it.

 

“Of course I didn’t mean it,” he answered. Then he continued, saying, “I’m very sorry I said it, and that I hurt your feelings.” He bent his head down and began gently kissing the tears off one of my cheeks. “I don’t know why, but I always push people away before I start to care too much about them.” He continued his sweet, soft kisses on my other cheek.

 

“You care about me?” I was surprised at his revelation and wanted confirmation.

 

“I care about you, Abby.” He gazed at down at me. “I care about you a lot, and it scares the hell out of me.”

 

He placed a sweet, tentative kiss on my lips. I gasped in surprise. “I thought you didn’t kiss on the lips.”

 

“I don’t.” His words didn’t match his actions because he kissed me on the lips again, slowly. This time his tongue dipped in to touch mine.

 

“Yes, you do,” I murmured into his mouth between glorious kisses.

 

For someone who hadn’t had a lot of practice lately with kissing, he was amazing at it. He moved from tenderly brushing my lips with his, to gently lapping his tongue over mine to a thorough exploration of my mouth. When he gently nipped my lower lip with his teeth, I felt the sensation ripple down my spine.

 

“Do you forgive me?” He looked like a forlorn little boy when he asked, kissing the tip of my nose.

 

I hesitated. I couldn’t handle his hot-and-cold moodiness. “Don’t ever say anything like that to me again. Not ever,” I demanded. “I will not put up with that kind of treatment.” I raised my eyebrows to let him know I meant business.

 

“And you shouldn’t put up with it, Ab.” He looked down before adding, “I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to speak to me again.”

 

“Right now, I don’t want to,” I said crabbily, unwilling to forgive him so quickly for making such a hurtful and nasty comment.

 

“It was a despicable thing to say, and it doesn’t reflect my true feelings at all. I’m so sorry I made such an offensive comment, and that I hurt you. What can I do to make it up to you? Beg your forgiveness? Yell from the rooftops about what an ass I am?”

 

The last one made me smile a little, so he added, “You want public humiliation, huh? Okay, how about if I run

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