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"Decide," I warn, slamming my cock into her pussy again.
She's sweating now, struggling to hold off orgasm as long as possible. "I said no!" she pouts stubbornly.
I grin. "Too bad."
For a glorious, single moment, her pussy tightens around me like an elastic band. She's cumming now, even if her rational mind is denying it; she's cumming uncontrollably, unable to stop her orgasm from claiming every muscle in her body.
I hold her hips tightly with both hands to keep her steady as my cock pulses with her orgasm, spilling my cum far into her tender, dripping pussy. I fuck her through it.
"Good girl," I grunt in her ear. "Such a good girl. Mmm, yes."
"Thank you, daddy," she writhes and moans, but I'm not done yet.
I watch my cock disappear into her pussy again and again, listening to the sound of wet, sloppy skin bumping together and feeling the way it tightens around me as her orgasm rips through her. Her body feels like fire--along with everything else, she's sweating in the cool night air--and it's too much for me. I grit my teeth and force myself not to cum.
When she finally comes down from the high, I slam my cock into her one final time and cum inside of her. The pulsing of my cock ticks her orgasm back on and she gasps, shuddering to the sensation with wide eyes. My cock is still rock-hard inside of her, still inside of her even after such a thorough fucking. Not to mention the fact that she's drenched in our lust, every drop of cum mine. It's all mine now.
Her whole body feels like molten lava--the moment I pull my cock out of her, she falls against the counter in a boneless heap. She can't even break her fall with her hands, just lands on her stomach as if gravity has forsaken her virtues.
"That's good," I sigh in satisfaction. "I'm glad you're staying. I don't think I could let you leave, anyway."
21
MIA
Ifind myself overwhelmed by the intensity of the connection I share with Xavier. The heat between us is undeniable, and I can't help but be drawn to him. But now, in the aftermath of engaging in a physical relationship with him, waves of guilt crash over me, filling me with self-doubt and regret.
"I'm such an idiot," I groan to myself, the weight of my actions settling heavily on my conscience.
I knew what I wanted in that moment, and I enjoyed it. But now, I can't help but feel a whirlwind of confusion swirling within me. It's not that I didn't want it or that it wasn't incredible—it was. But the complexities of my emotions leave me feeling lost and unsure.
Feeling the need to confide in someone who could truly understand and offer guidance, I realize that out of the three of them, Lucas is the most empathetic and approachable. I make a firm decision to track him down, hoping that his comforting presence can help me make sense of this jumble of emotions.
Leaving the room, I set out on a search for Lucas, my footsteps echoing through the corridors as I keep an eye out for any signs of his presence. After a bit of wandering, I finally spot him sitting on a bench near the gardens, his face buried in a book. I take a deep breath and approach him carefully, not wanting to startle him.
"Hey," I say softly, sitting down next to him.
He looks up at me with a small smile. "Hey Mia, what brings you here?"
"I need to talk to you about something," I reply hesitantly, fidgeting with my hands. "It's kind of personal."
"Of course," he says, closing his book and giving me his full attention. "What's on your mind?"
"You said I could come to you if I need anything, right?" I recall softly. He just nods. "I need your advice," I continue, feeling my eyes water up. "I...I did something that I regret and I don't know what to do about it."
Lucas puts a comforting arm around me, pulling me in closer. "You can tell me anything, Mia. I won't judge you."
I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before speaking. "I slept with Xavier," I confess, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders as the words leave my mouth.
Lucas' expression doesn't change, but I can sense his surprise. "Okay," he says calmly. "And how do you feel about that?"
"I don't know," I whisper, tears streaming down my face. "I wanted it at the time, but now I feel guilty and confused."
"Why?" he prompts gently. "Do you not like him in that way?"
"No, I do," I insist quickly. "I really, really do... but the things you're all involved in... I just... I want to be close to you--to all of you--but is that wrong?"
Lucas listens patiently, his eyes soft and understanding. "Mia, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be close to someone you care about," he says, his voice steady. "You're not hurting anyone by having these feelings."
