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“No,” I tell her, schooling my expression. “That’s one thing I won’t tell you.”
“Why?”
“Because it doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters,” she snaps, standing and walking over to the fridge. She starts to pour another glass before thinking better of it and lifting the bottle to her lips instead. Watching her, I keep my mouth firmly shut. She spins, pointing a finger at me in anger. “You wanted me to be yours, or you be mine, or whatever the fuck this situation is between us. But how can you expect me to give in to you when I don’t even know why you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you, Casper.”
“Well, I hate you,” she blurts as tears spill over her lashes and run down her cheeks. I’m out of my chair and moving towards her before she mutters another word. “God, I fucking hate you.”
“Say that again,” I growl. Her eyes widen when she takes in my distance, she tries to move, but I grab her arms and slam her against the wall with my hand at her throat. My fingers tighten, squeezing on her windpipe. “Say that again, when my dick is buried deep inside you.”
“Wh-ha-at?” she stutters, watching as I push my black joggers down, exposing my length to her. Her mouth opens on a gasp, and she presses her hands against my chest. I tug at her sweatpants, pulling them down over her thighs, and let them drop to the floor.
“You have one chance,” I tell her, repeating the same words I did on her birthday two years ago. If she tells me to walk now, I’ll walk, but I hope to fucking God she doesn’t. “One chance, Casper. Tell me to stop.”
Her hand trembles as she reaches out to cup my length. She guides me to her, stroking me through her folds before pressing me against her entrance. A moan slips free when I push in slightly, cautiously. My eyes lock on hers for a moment, waiting. She nods, giving me the green light, and I drive my hips forward, plunging into her heat.
“Fuck,” she moans, her legs coming up to wrap around my waist as I pull out, so slowly, torturing us both. Her nails run across my shirt before tugging the material off me and throwing it on the floor. My hips move again, thrusting to the hilt. With a groan, I repeat the movement, in and out, while she clenches around me, her body claiming my cock as if it were made for her.
I roll my hips, pressing my pelvis into her clit. She gasps when pleasure hits her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Without letting up my thrusts, I drop a hand between us, seeking her clit before rolling it between my fingers. She moans, the sound going straight to my dick.
“This cunt is mine,” I tell her, my thumb circling her sensitive nub. She nods, her head rolling back as I drive into her even harder. I hold myself there, my thumb moving faster until she’s writhing under my touch. Her body trembles, her pussy throbbing around my length, pulling me closer to the edge with every single thrust. “You are mine.”
Her mouth falls opens on a scream as she comes around me. I thrust harder, faster.
“Yours,” she tells me, pressing her lips against mine, claiming me. Her mouth moves against mine, her tongue begging for entrance, and for the first time, I let her.
When she swirls it around mine, I lose my composure, pressing her harder against the wall as our mouths fight for dominance. She moans into me, and my orgasm rips through me. My cum spilling into her cunt as she claims everything I am.
I pull away, dropping her legs to the ground and resting my forehead against hers. Our laboured breaths mingle as we both struggle to catch our breaths. I drop a chaste kiss on her forehead, then her nose, before finally claiming her lips.
“What is this, Casper?” I ask, repeating her question from the other night.
“Us.” She smiles at me, running her hands through my hair before she answers. “This is just us, Teddy.”
Light filters through the blinds, bathing the room in a golden glow. Groaning, I roll over, landing on a hard chest. My eyes flutter open, zoning in on the tattoos spread across Theodore’s chest. I reach out with my hand, letting my fingers trace over them like I’ve longed to do a thousand times before.
He peels one eye open, looking down at me while I follow the lines on his chest. They’re a bunch of patterns and shapes I don’t really understand, but my god are they beautiful.
He’s beautiful.
“Good morning, Casper,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with sleep. My hand moves down, tracing past the ink around his belly button before stopping at the waistband of his boxers. I tickle the elastic, teasing him with my fingers. “You better be willing to follow through with whatever it is you think you’re doing.”
“Is that so?” I tease, tugging the band down and over his hips. He’s already hard, his dick standing to attention as I run a finger over the tip, working his pre-cum across it. My mouth waters, begging me to taste him, but I don’t.
Not yet.
I fist him, stroking slowly, while he stares down at me. His chest rises on a shudder when I lean forward, my tongue flicking at the tip before closing my mouth around him and pulling him into the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands fisting my hair while his hips buck up, forcing me to deepthroat him. “Shit, you look so fucking good when you choke on me, baby.”
Drool spills from my mouth, and my eyes water as he fucks my throat, choking me with his dick. My hands claw at his thighs while he forces my head into him again, pulling back slightly before rocking to the back of my throat.
The groans falling out of his mouth are the hottest things I’ve ever heard, and when he holds me at his groin, spilling his seed down my throat, my body trembles.
“Well, good morning,” he tells me, pulling me up to land a kiss on my mouth. His tongue swipes at my lips, tasting himself on me. “If you wanna do that every day for the rest of our lives, I’ll die a happy man.”
