We're Not Friends
"Oh god...please, Lauren..." I moaned in her ear.
She quickly adjusted her clothes and pushed herself into me before my addled brain could even process what had happened. I had to lightly bite her shoulder to keep from screaming out with the pleasure of it. She buried her head in my neck and paused to catch her breath. In my impatience, I raised my hips to hers and she groaned, pushing hard against me. I wanted it harder. Surprisingly I told her so, and she roughly, and eagerly, obliged.
"God, Camila..." I heard a faint, "god...yes," and then she muttered