I should be jealous that I have to share her at all, but it’s different with the two of them.
Right now, though, it’s only me and Pandora, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth at the same time as I fill her completely again and again.
I’m so close, but I don’t want to come before she does.
Not again.
The position is awkward, and I have to stop fucking her to reach down to rub her clit. “How close are you?” I ask her, breathless.
“Almost there,” Pandora tightens her cunt, drawing another groan out of me. “Come on. Keep going. Shred my pussy.”
My body is happy to oblige her, and I brace her against the wall so I can fuck her faster, harder, the way she wants to bewrecked.
Ruined.
Ruined for anyone but me.
It’s all I can do to hold back, but when her cunt tightens around me again, over and over, I cry out and spill into her.
I don’t stop fucking her, not when she lets out a moan of her own and grips my shoulders. It’s not until I’m too soft to stay inside of her that I slip out, and I rest my head against her as I try to catch my breath.
Pandora’s breathing is just as uneven as she clings to me.
I shift, and wince as pain flares along my back. I gently take Pandora’s arm and pull it away from me.
Her nails are red with blood.
“I think I’m the one who got shredded,” I say with a small laugh.
Pandora grins widely. “Oops?”
“Uh huh,” I say, rolling my shoulders. “I’m sure you regret that.” I grin at her. The minor discomfort is a small price to pay to remind her that I belong to her, that she doesn’t have to worry about another woman.
It probably is problematic that she did get jealous, but with everything the way it is… Can I really blame her for worrying about something else falling apart?
Pandora cups my jaw and leans in for another kiss. It’s softer, this time.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
I pull back slightly. “For what?” I ask. I stroke her hair, then realize that I should probably do something about our partial nudity in the tunnels. I tuck my cock back into my pants and pull them up properly, leaving them unbuttoned as I help her step back into the other leg of her jeans.
“Y’know. For the scratches. And the other scratches. And… whatever.” Pandora zips up, then bends down to get her boot on. “For being a bit… me. A lot me.”
I finish dressing, shrugging. “You don’t need to apologize for any of that. Pandora, I’ve always known what I’m getting myself into with you.”
Except for the part where her family had taken my finger over a mistake, but the usual well of bitter anger doesn’t rage through me from that thought.
It’s not something I ever thought I’d get past, but there are so many other things to worry about that it doesn’t even seem that important anymore.
“Well, I definitely missed my class.” Pandora smiles at me. “I should get back to my dorm. I can’t exactly walk around campus with cum-stained panties.”
“You could,” I tell her with a smirk. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“Somebody else might.” She wraps her arm around me again and leans her head against my shoulder. “You’re the best, River.”
“Yeah,” I say. “I know.” I kiss her again. “See you later, Pandora.”
The urge to sayI love younags at me, and it momentarily leaves me breathless. I ignore it as she walks away.
