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Her bottom lip pouts out. “Why can’t she come here?”
Snorting, I wave my hands around the place. “Is that a fucking joke? A shitty apartment with three college guys? She has school, a house, a life.”
Tears build in her eyes, and she paces the floor, one hand on her hip while the other rubs at her neck—a clear tell she’s going to cry.
“You have a life here, school, me!” she cries out, her bottom lip trembling. “Lucca.”
I grab her wrists and push her against the wall, my body closing in tight against hers.
Tears drip to her cheeks as her eyes roam my face. “Don’t leave me,” she pleads.
“Don’t let me,” I whisper back before tasting the salty wetness from her lips.
She climbs my body, desperate to get as close as possible. Our lips crash and nip. Messy and fucking chaotic—just the way I like it. Grabbing her thighs, I help her anchor her body around my waist. My dick grows rock hard from the heat of her pussy as she grinds her hips.
“Fuck me, Luc. Please. I need to feel you inside me,” she implores, needy and breathless.
Fumbling with my zipper, I manage to push my jeans down my ass, and I rip at her panties, tearing them in half and leaving them dangling from her body.
I feel fucking crazed. Like this is the beginning and end all in one.
Her hot, wet tongue duels with mine, touching every part of the inside of my mouth like she’s mapping the thing to her memory.
My cock grows and prods at her pussy, wanting entry. She’s tight, but soaked with need. Thrusting my hips up, I ram into her heat, sighing into her mouth at the intrusion. Juices coat my cock, every ridge and vein stroking her insides as I take deep pulls in and out of her body.
Fisting a handful of her hair, I pin her to the wall and take everything from her. Teeth draw blood, and we bite and taste.
“Come home with me, Breezy,” I demand.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“I can’t. I have school,” she pants, her eyes wild and red cheeks stained with tears.
Pulling out of her, I drop her thigh and move away so she has to catch herself. Her arousal glistens on my dick and her own thighs. It’s picture worthy. I want to keep it on me so I can revisit her scent. She wobbles, but catches her balance. Her hair is in disarray, and there’s a wild look in her eyes, like an animal in heat or about to attack. Feral and eager.
Reaching for the lapels of her button-up dress, I tug hard, until all the buttons ping off and clatter on the hard floor. Heavy, full tits bounce, her nipples tightening with the breeze kissing over her bare flesh. I fucking love that she refuses to wear a bra. Material that once resembled her panties hangs in shreds around her waist.
“You can run Dad’s bar with me,” I say, hating the thought of having to do that myself. “We can do it together. All this will be okay as long as we do it together.”
A fresh tear leaks from her eye as she gently shakes her head. “I can’t be a glorified bartender, Lucca. I’ve worked too hard for my degree. Don’t ask me to give all that up.”
I’m a selfish bastard, but I can’t bear the thought of her not coming with me. “Do you love me?”
“That’s not fair,” she chokes, slipping the dress down her arms, followed by the destroyed panties. She’s standing there in nothing but a ratty pair of Converse, and she’s never looked more beautiful—sorrow shining from her tear-stained eyes.
Life’s not fucking fair. I’m learning that.
Her words aren’t the ones I want to hear. Breezy and I sometimes communicate better without them. I’ll make her see. I’ll make her understand. I’ll convince her.
I move to the couch and throw my ass down, taking my cock and stroking up the length, squeezing the mushroomed head. She knows what I want before I even open my mouth.
“Show me how much you ache for me. Touch your pussy, Breezy.”
She’s already walking to the couch, stopping at the small coffee table a foot from me. Lifting her leg, she rests it on the glass surface and bites her lip. Her fingers grope at her hard nipples, tweaking and twisting them before moving down her body. Goosebumps rise over her skin, and I’m thankful my roommates keep this place cold. Cheap bastards.
“I love you,” she whispers as her fingertips dip past her navel to between her thighs, spreading her pussy lips for me—glistening pink perfection.
Come back home with me.
“I love you too,” I rumble. “Now, fuck your tight hole like you’re alone, baby.” I pray to fuck that won’t be a reality soon. I can’t not have her in my life. She’s everything to me.
