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One final pussy cinch shoves us both off the ledge of devastation and we go tumbling over together. Total annihilation. Maximum wreckage.

This girl. She wrecks me every time.

Both pairs of her lips are red and swollen when she stands, giving me a shot of heady pride to the bloodstream. I did that.

My cum drops out of her and onto my thigh, making Kota cringe as she glances around.

“Where’s that towel?”

“Come here.”

This command she obeys, no pushback at all.

Grabbing her middle and ring finger, I scoop my cum with them, then using those same fingers, we smear it over her clit until her knees shake and she has to grab my shoulders to steady herself.

Heavy-lidded, I peer up at her, and say, “Can you be a good girlfriend and give me another one?”

“Can you be a good boyfriend and ask for it?”

My response is immediate.

“Please come for me, baby.”

Goddamn. I became a boyfriend and a beggar all in one day.

For Kota Rhodes though, I’d become anything.

“You want to show me who you belong to? Show everyone in this building who you belong to? Please come for me. Loud as you fucking can.”

A few more wet orbits and a scream explodes out of Kota as her top half doubles over, putting her tits in my face. I suck on one small swell, then the other.

Once she’s able to stand, I scrawl out a quick signature above our masterpiece, and with a coy smile, she does the same to my chest.

I gaze up at her in awe. My girlfriend. She wanted me. She wants me.

I’m hers.

I know exactly what those three hundred dollars are going toward.

It’s the end of the first week of Kota’s sophomore year and she just finished practicing at the stadium. She asked me to meet her at her favorite coffee shop. Since I’m incapable of denying my girlfriend anything, here I am, walking into some little café with a neon sign on the wall and about a dozen live plants hanging around it. Even though August is wrapping up, it’s hot as balls out, so I’m in a T-shirt and jeans. At this point, there’s not much I can do about the tattoos besides cover them with long sleeves, but that’s not happening until the weather drops below forty degrees.

Kota doesn’t seem to mind, her eyes tracking me all the way across the small seating area.

“You don’t want anything?” she asks when I approach.

I lift an eyebrow at that. Kota’s near me. Of course I want something—her.

She realizes her mistake and blushes, glancing around. If she doesn’t want people to know we’re together, she shouldn’t have asked me here. I’m two seconds away from bending down and whispering something that’ll make that blush spread.

“Like a coffee,” she amends.

“I’m good.”

“They make energy drinks, too.”

“Got plenty. Just ask my girlfriend.”

I didn’t even have to whisper that and the red on her cheeks is still creeping down to her neck.