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However, as the pleasure increased and I could feel him getting closer to orgasm, I could feel him swelling. I closed my eyes, allowing the pleasure to wash over me. Danny's cock was big, and it filled me nicely. So big, that...
Suddenly, my thoughts turned elsewhere. There was someone else fucking me now. Someone I had always dreamed of, but who I could never be with.
Him.
My eyes shot back open. No, I thought. I wanted to stay here, with Danny. Danny smiled as we locked eyes, and I smiled back at him. He picked up his pace, plowing into me, spreading me open. I began to moan, just as I heard girls moan through that thin wall I had shared with him...
I could feel Danny swell even bigger and tense up, his jaw opening in a wordless cry. His “O” face looked funny, but I knew it was sincere, and it turned me on that I was able to do that to him. He pounded deeper and deeper, until he froze. I waited for the splash of his seed to empty into my body, completing my experience, but of course it didn't come.
As soon as he was done, he pulled out of my body. He pulled the condom off quickly, tying it in a knot and throwing it toward the trash can, but not making it in. I knew that he wouldn't even try to pick it up later. That would be something nice, and he never did anything nice.
The condom was by his insistence, of course. He knew I wasn't on the pill and refused to do any kind of withdrawal method with me. I was actually kind of glad. Danny was alright, but he was hardly father material. Still, I thought, as I looked down at my tummy, I would love to see it filled with a baby someday. Maybe someday soon. Maybe even with Danny, if he would grow up a little bit.
Danny laid his head on the pillow next to me. “That felt good.”
I smiled. I knew it felt good for him, but of course I hadn't come yet. He never finished me off, so I knew I'd have to break out my vibrator later. Again, I'd have to fend off thoughts of him.
“I'm glad. It felt good for me, too,” I lied. It was important to his ego for me to say that.
He grunted with pleasure, then immediately got up. He started to pull his pants on with no underwear. “So, I'll see you tomorrow, then?”
I paused. “Of course I'll see you tomorrow. You promised you'd drive me home, remember?”
He stopped. “Oh, right. Look, I won't be able to take you home. I have a lot of things to catch up on.”
I couldn't believe this. “Things” was probably just playing video games or jerking off to Internet pornography. “What? But I have to get home for Christmas!”
He shrugged his shoulders and didn't say another word. He just kept putting his clothes on.
I stood up “Hey, I'm talking to you, asshole,” I said, my breasts jiggling all over the place.
“I don't know what to tell you, but I can't take you,” he said, refusing to look me in the eye.
“You promised! How am I supposed to get home?”
“That's your problem,” he said. He put on his shoe
s and walked toward the door.
“Stop!” I cried. He kept going. “If you don't drive me home tomorrow, we are done.”
“Then I guess we're done,” he said, opening the door and slamming it behind him.
I stood there, naked in my dorm room, my mouth hanging open. That asshole was supposed to be my ride home. It was supposed to be a nice, four-hour drive, and I probably would have given him head or something to make up for it.
He wouldn't have left me high-and-dry like this, I thought. I shook my head. Stop thinking about him, you idiot. You'll never be with him.
Still, I was excited for this coming Christmas. Not only because I'd see my parents. Not just because I'd get to see my best friend from high school, Tessa. But because I'd get to see him.
My billionaire stepbrother.
Chapter Two
You know what they say, I thought. You can never go home again.
It was true. After four months away at college, somehow coming home didn’t feel quite like coming home anymore.
It looked like Dad had spent another fortune on decorations. The day was overcast so all his Christmas lights were glowing brightly against the gray sky. Even the plastic reindeer that had disappeared when I was a little girl had returned—I couldn’t believe he would have bought another set, but the old ones were destroyed by neighborhood kids so he must have. In every window there was a fake candle glowing in a green wreath. It all looked picturesque with the swirling snow flurries kicking around in the air, dusting the house and yard.
