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He’s not gentle about it, my body jerking into my seat as he pounds me, a powerful bastard taking a girl in his car, bending her to his will. Only that he’s not the one taking pleasure from me. I’m the one being pleasured, my knees rising up, my ass sliding down the leather seat as I make my pussy completely available to him. Shamelessly so. I end up holding my knees to my chest and panting, spreading for him.
I finally understand the reason I had such a hard time coming all my life, even as I masturbated. I didn’t understand my own desires. Being used like this turns me on like crazy, and I come like there’s no tomorrow on the punishing hand of the campus champion. As I come undone, his lips and teeth bruise the tender skin on my neck.
He keeps roughing me up for a few minutes after I’ve basically melted into the leather seat, my eyelids falling heavy, my flesh weak and trembling. So much rough pleasure in one night, I’m definitely gonna pass out upstairs. Declan eases his fingers out of me and wipes them on my face, staring down at me. He pushes something hard into the back of my thigh, and I realize he hasn’t gotten off yet.
He takes his cock out, and I expect him to push it into my mouth. He seems to enjoy fucking me deep-throat. I even open my roughed-up lips, ready to take him in, but instead he rises on his knees, placing one on my seat between my legs, one on the console between our seats, and jerks off over me. Within seconds, strings of cum hit my face and chest, forcing me to gasp and scrunch my eyes shut.
He bends down to my face and tugs back my hair brutally.
“Next time we meet, the first thing I’m gonna do is slap this cock across your face,” he promises darkly. “And make no mistake, soon, I’m gonna have your ass, too. I’m gonna use it like it belongs to me, and it’s gonna hurt. But I promise you, you’re gonna come so hard.”
With that, he opens the car door, and practically throws me out. I stumble on my feet, struggling to find my balance. I only realize how hot my skin is when the cool raindrops land on my back and face, mingling with Declan’s cum.
“Hey, little spy.” My arms still braced around my body against the chill, I turn to face him. He lowers the window on the passenger’s side, smirking in a way that breaks me inside. He’ll make one fine predator in the boardroom one day. “Feel free to keep those naked pics of me on your phone. You know, if you need some jerk-off material until we meet again.”
He laughs, sending the heat of embarrassment all through me, but he doesn’t drive away.
I turn back to walk to the dorm like a used prostitute, wet and shivering and tender all over as his laugh resounds behind me. It’s only after I’m inside, and the heavy door of the dorm house falls shut that I hear the screech of his tires, and his black SUV disappears into the night.
***
Mia
Declan Santori is thebiggest asshole that ever existed, that much is certain. I’ve stayed away from campus for two days just to make sure that I don’t run into him. I couldn’t put up with a face-to-face encounter, not yet. I called in sick at my part-time job and, if I’m completely honest, I wasn’t even lying when I said I felt like shit. They could hear it in my voice, and I wasn’t faking it. The night with Declan left not only my soul bruised, but my body feels like a wreck. I’m sore and tender all over, my throat is parched and my voice hoarse. He fucked me up in the most literal sense.
But on the third day, as I open my blinds in the morning, I freeze.
Declan’s SUV is parked right at the curb, where he dropped me off the other night. He’s there, behind the wheel. I can’t see him, but I can feel him. I wait, my heart pounding like crazy until he steps out, directing his eyes straight to my window. Taking his phone out from the pocket of his jeans, he puts it to his ear. He looks like he hasn’t gotten much sleep. How long has he been out there?
I look around, searching for my phone. I haven’t looked at it since the morning after our thing, when I used it to call in sick. Every time I see it, I remember him catching me at the showers, himknowingabout the pictures of him naked in my photo gallery, so I just kept away from it. The damn thing is on vibrate too, so it takes minutes with me scuttling around my room like a mad goose until I find it under a big teddy bear with a pirate patch slapped over one eye by the bed.
It’s him.
I stare at the screen, but don’t take the call. I just can’t. The device vibrates in my hands. When it stops, I see that I have no less than fifty-eight missed calls, and all from him. There’s a bunch of text messages, too, and I believe it’s safe to assume they’re from him as well.
The screen lights up again, and then again. He won’t stop calling. I finally hit the green spot on my touch screen, and lift the phone to my ear.
