Pride surges through me as arousal seeps into my core. I always told him I’d wait for him—wait for him to come out, wait for him to admit his feelings to the world, wait for him to feel secure in who he truly is.
My tongue swipes along his lips. “You finally ready for me, baby?”
“You’ve waited long enough.”
My patience snaps, and I yank his pants down to his ankles, dropping down to my knees in front of him. Chance tears off his tank top while I slide his boxers down his legs, leaving him towering naked above me.
His hand comes around to the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his hard cock. I suck him all the way in, forgoing any teasing, and let him hit the back of my throat. Tonight is about him, and I want him to take whatever he wants from me.
“You love gagging on this cock, don’t you, baby?” He thrusts his hips forward, and I give it a second before I pull back to gaspfor air. “You’ve always been such a good boy for me. You love being on your knees, letting me fuck this perfect mouth and fill it with cum.”
My eyes roll in the back of my head as precum leaks from my dick, and I moan around him. I’m swollen and hard, already so turned on by Chance’s dirty talk.
“You gonna let me fuck that tight little ass tonight, hmm?” His deep voice smooths over me like silk. “I’m gonna use you and make such a mess of you, baby.”
I wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze it, needing relief.
Chance clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “Uh-uh, baby. Hands behind your back. You don’t get to touch unless I say you do.”
I clasp my hands behind my back, loving the way he orders me around. I know how much he loves being in control, and I can feel his dick practically pulsing in my mouth because of how turned-on he is.
He fucks my mouth in harsh strokes, and it’s not long before he gazes down at me with those wild eyes of his. “I’m gonna come, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I keep my eyes locked on his, and I suck him all the way to the back of my throat as he spills his load. I hum and close my eyes as I swallow him down, licking the remnants of him off my lips.
Chance wastes no time hauling me up and dragging me down the hall. We peel my clothes off, and crash into the walls as we kiss, until we fall into a heap on the bed. The comforter puffs up around us, cocooning us in like it’s shielding us from the rest of the world.
“Hold on.” I pull back, and push off the mattress.
“Where are you going?” Chance calls after me as I bolt into the hallway.
I slip my phone out of my pants pocket and bring it back into the bedroom. I prop it up against the lamp on his nightstand, and open the camera, setting it up for a video.
“We’re going to make a video for our girl.”
Chance smirks as I turn around and crawl back to him on the mattress. God, he’s fucking beautiful. Completely naked with his smooth, olive skin on display, and his hair a mess from my fingers. My heart feels so full, so completely whole knowing that I have both of the loves of my life back.
I slow things down, and take Chance’s face into my hands, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. I pull back an inch to look into his eyes. “I love you, Chance. I always have.”
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he gazes at me. “I love you too.”
We spend the night making love to each other—in between absolute filthy fucking—and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
A sense of accomplishment lulls me to sleep. I’m finally where I want to be in life. The perfect girlfriend; the perfect boyfriend; incredible kids to help raise; and my dream career.
Everything is so perfect.
Principal Sturges’name lights up my phone on my lunch break, and my stomach instantly twists.
It’s been a while since he’s had to reach out to me. The bullies have left Avery alone, as far as I know. Maybe this call is for a good thing, for once.
“Hi, Mr. Sturges. Everything okay?”
“Hi, Ms. King. Sorry to disturb you at work, but Avery got into a fight at lunch today. I’d like for you to come in and pick him up.”
My heart sinks. “Is he okay? What happened?”
“He’s okay.” He pauses, and his voice lowers. “He, uh, started the fight.”
