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He hums in my pussy, making it clench. “God, your pussy tastes even better now.”
“It d-does?”
“Yeah.” He takes another taste, his hands kneading and parting my ass. “Because she’s mine now and she knows it.” A long, deep suck of my lips. “She knows who made her bleed last night.” Then he jiggles my clit with his tongue, making me rake his scalp with my nails and arch into his mouth. “She should be mad at me, Blue. I made her all red and puffy. But she’s not.” He closes his mouth over my lips again, entering my channel with his thumb. “She loves it.”
“She does,” I say, breathily, rocking into his mouth.
Very, very much.
Zach eats me out while drilling my hole with his finger, his tongue moving lightly on my clit. It doesn’t take me very long to come because I’ve been craving it, craving him ever since I got up this morning.
I’m coming down from my high when I feel him stand up, his coarse jeans grazing my bare ass. I hear the sound of his zipper and like a trained bitch in heat, my pussy salivates. I can feel my messy, wet thighs tremble.
“I wonder if you’ll be this horny when I fuck you in the ass,” he whispers, sending me flying into the sky, another stratosphere altogether.
How does he know all my buttons?
Slowly, agonizingly carefully, Zach slides his dick inside. I moan with his invasion. Moan and almost go crazy.
His jeans make contact with my bare ass and I go up on my tiptoes, clawing at the door. He probably just shoved them down enough to free his erection and get to my pussy. Like a desperate animal.
The thought makes me unsteady on my feet, drunk and high on him and his slow but thorough strokes.
Zach wraps my braid around his wrist, pulling my body into him. “Does it hurt?”
Somehow, I gather my senses and open my eyes, looking back at him. He’s watching the slow glide of his cock inside of me.
It lights me up like fire, the thought that he can see my pussy opening up and closing around his cock like that. I wish I could see that.
“No,” I whisper. “It makes me feel full. Fuller than last night. You’re so deep.”
His eyes go to me first and then travel to my hanging breasts. The uniform feels scratchy, but I don’t have enough energy to unbutton it.
“I am, aren’t I?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You like that?”
“Yes. I love it.”
We’re whispering as if we’re in a church, and somehow that makes me even more desperate for him.
“Does it make you feel horny?” he murmurs softly, his eyes glued to my tits.
I look down at them and find that I’m kneading the right one. I can’t believe I didn’t feel that. My fingers pull on the nipple and I bite my lip, blinking up at him and whimpering. Showing him how much I need him.
“And slutty, too,” I whisper.
His jaw clamps and his stomach tightens up. I feel it when my ass hits it as he bottoms out. Still, he pumps in and out slowly, lazily, like we have all the time in the world and our lust isn’t driving us to the edge of insanity.
“God, Zach, go faster,” I beg him, trying to push back my hips.
But he has such a hold on my body that I can’t move if he doesn’t want me to. And he doesn’t. “No, not when it can hurt you.”
“It won’t.”
“Shut up, Blue.”
He keeps torturing me with his slow, long pumps when I want him ramming into me. I want him jamming his big dick in my tiny, swollen hole so I can feel it forever.
So I can feel him fucking me when he’s gone and I’m lying in my bed, crying for him.
Because I know I’ll cry. I’ll pine.
I’ll dream about him for the rest of my days.
Frustrated, I clench my internal muscles, try to grip him harder, tell him that I don’t care about the little hurt.
All I care about is him and his cock.
Zach stares at me accusingly as his perfect rhythm stutters.
“Blue,” he warns, slapping my ass.
Like I’m a bad girl.
Maybe I am. I am a bad seed. Possessive and crazy and desperate for him.
So I do it again. In fact, I do him one better.
With the last of my strength, I pull myself up and away from the door. I arch my spine and plaster my shoulders over his chest before winding my arms around his neck.
His dick seems even deeper this way, with me standing up and him lodged inside from behind. My ass presses into his pelvis and I grind my hips, and despite himself he grinds back with a grunting breath.
I turn my face and tell him, “You can’t torture me like this, you know. You promised.”
