Friends With Benefits

Chapter 13

HEY GUYS!!!!!

SO IVE BEEN THINKING A LOT AND IVE BEEN CHANGING MY MIND BACK AND FORTH

BUT IVE FINALLY DECIDED THAT I AM CHANGING THE MAIN GIRLS NAME KYLEE ROBERTS TO TAMARA GOLD!?

YES? NO?

OH WELL..... COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THE CHANGE OR IF YOU DONT!

HONEST OPINOINS ARE WELL NEEDED!!!!

THATS ALL.

THANKS!

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2 months later.

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Harry threw his head back, straining his neck deliciously as he grunted throatily in pleasure. My glazed eyes flashed greedily over the criss-cross of long, prominent veins along his throat.

As beautiful as his neck was, these veins only ever appeared on two occasions; when he was singing, and when he was fucking.

He drove his hips back and forth relentlessly, and I felt the rush of warmth building fast in my abdomen, my toes and fingers curling in retaliation. I squealed, longing to reach my release, yearning for my orgasm. Harry's tip hit my G-spot perfectly and I cried out breathlessly, my head spinning dizzily as he worked urgently above me. I rolled my hips against his sharp thrusts so his pubic bone ground against my clit, sending me into spasms of untouched, indescribable pleasure, my fingers bunching up in his hair, pulling gently on his soft curls.

"Fuck, Tamara..." he groaned huskily, voice heavy with lust and face buried deep in the crevice of my neck. "You feel so good..."

I sighed an incoherent mutter of agreement, working on simply enjoying the feelings he created inside of me. I just wanted pleasure, I just wanted an orgasm. It would make me feel better, I convinced myself. It would rid me of this empty filling in the pit of my stomach, the one which would not disappear no matter how many sweet nothings he whispered, no matter how fervent his fingers felt on my skin.

It wasn't the same anymore. We weren't the same.

"Gonna come," he moaned into my hair; long, clumsy fingers brushing my blonde waves off my face. I felt a twinge of nausea in my stomach as he touched me so lovingly, as I tried to ignore how it didn't feel the same as usual - he didn't feel the same.

I kept my eyes clamped firmly shut, the same way I had since he'd first entered me.

I couldn't bear to look at him.

"Tammy," he moaned, his voice thick and gravelly, "Tamara, are you close?"

I nodded stiffly, swaying my hips in slow circles, voice catching in my throat due to the marvellous friction on my clit. I could feel myself tipping over the edge, but I didn't want to fall. I gritted my teeth, unable to stop my orgasm any longer, and my whole body arching against him, thighs tensing and tired hands gripping loosely to the moist skin of his taut biceps.