Enemies to lovers
Angela's whole body arched back as Austin's thrusted, a litany of praises pouring from her mouth as she begged him “please and more and hurry and faster—”
As Austin's hips stuttered against hers, Angela's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her hands pressed against the wall for support. The series of thrusts that followed left them both breathless. As they climaxed. Austin pulled out, releasing outside her. He fell on the bed with his girlfriend's name on his lips still on the high, and Angela leaning against the wall whispered through the air, a single name escaping her lips.
The name, however, wasn't Austin.