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ME:

Your breakfast will be there in ten. Keep playing games, babe, and I’ll be forced to crash another lecture and kiss you stupid in front of everyone again.

I wouldn’t be the one delivering her coffee today. I had people for that. It was amazing what a few forged scripts for Adderall could get you when you were surrounded by a shit-ton of stressed-out college students all itching for a quick fix. Pills really were the best form of currency. Which was entirely too convenient for someone with access to overworked doctors—as long as you weren’t going crazy with the opiates, no one seemed to notice. Or care.

A few minutes later, Jason sent through a picture of Emily sipping on a white paper cup from the campus cafe. And I promised to drop off a month’s supply of ten mills to his dorm room tonight. Gave me an excuse to see Emily while I was there.

Really was a win-win when you thought about it.

I honestly couldn’t decide what was better. The feel of someone’s guts in my hands or Emily’s around my cock. Though right now, there was definitely one I preferred.

I pushed through her dorm room door, not bothering to knock, and made it to her bed before she had time enough to sit up and gasp. I closed a palm over her mouth and pressed my lips to the shell of her ear, shushing her as she choked back a scream. Then I dropped my hand and slowly pushed her back down on the mattress.

“Cohen, what are you?—”

Her words were severed as I shoved my tongue into her mouth while trailing my fingers along her abdomen before slipping them beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. Emily groaned, low in her throat, and I grinned at the little whimpers that followed.

No matter how much her brain wanted to fight me and my many demands, her body never could. And the truth was, mine was just as inhibited. I craved her, the thought of sliding my cock into her cunt enough to send me into a frenzy.

I thought I’d get over it after the first time. Assured myself I would by the third. Now, I accepted the fact I needed her. That I might always need her. And she needed me too. There was no other explanation for the way she clawed at my back at night and wanted to claw at my face by the light of day.

It was toxic and I fucking loved it. I loved her compulsion to hate me and her inability to do so. There was just something so intoxicating about knowing something was bad for you and wanting it anyway.

I tugged her shorts down her soft thighs and she kicked them off her ankles with her feet, scrambling to wrap her leg around my waist through my jeans. I could feel how wet she was each time she ground her cunt against me, her juices seeping into my clothes and keeping her scent locked in the tiny fibers. I would be able to smell her for days if I wanted.

She fumbled with my t-shirt, trying to tug it over my head without breaking the kiss. I pulled back just long enough to tear it off and then my mouth was on hers again. Biting, licking, and sucking. Far more animalistic than human. Then we were both yanking on my jeans, shoving them down my legs before I kicked off my shoes and socks. Emily’s tank top was the last article of clothing to hit the floor, and then I was flipping her onto her back. Spreading her thighs and thrusting forward.

It was always a challenge at first, to push through the slight resistance before her cunt was hugging me like I fucking belonged. Holding me in place before sucking me deeper. I knew it was a mix of endorphins and serotonin, this feeling, this need. I knew and I didn’t care because it felt fucking fantastic.

Emily’s body moved in tandem with mine, her hips lifting up each time I drove forward. She’d stopped bothering to ask for a condom and I never bothered to bring one. Nothing could compare to the slapping of skin to skin, to the friction of her walls closing around my cock. We both knew it even if neither of us said it.

She was close. I could tell by the change in her pattern of breathing. The way her head tipped back and her movements grew languid. The fast and hard brought her to the precipice, but the slow and steady was what sent her flying over. I arched my back and lowered my mouth to one of her pert nipples, enjoying the way her entire body shuddered with the contact. It didn’t take but three more rigid thrusts before Emily’s muscles were spasming and turning gelatinous beneath my grip.

I continued to fuck her through her orgasm, my attention hyperfocused on her face and the tension leaving her features. Her expression softening and her lips curling into the smirk of a woman properly fucked.

I gave her a few seconds of reprieve before rising up on my knees. Grabbing on to the headboard and setting the tip of my cock against her slightly parted mouth. Emily’s eyes snapped open and peered up at me.

“My turn, babe.” I grinned.

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EMILY

Ihad barely sucked in a lungful of air before Cohen was prying my mouth open and shoving himself down to the back of my throat. I gagged and sputtered, clawing at his thighs as my brain screamed at me to breathe while my nostrils flared with each inhale. Panic was taking over, insisting I was suffocating even though I knew I wasn’t. My flight-or-flight instinct in overdrive as he used my mouth like his own personal fuck toy.

The thing was… Cohen needed it rough. He always needed it rough. He’d hold himself back, fuck me slow and soft, wait until I got mine. And then it was like something inside him snapped, and he’d use my body, whatever hole caught his eye how ever he saw fit. As he fed those darker impulses of his, the ones he seemed to hide from the rest of the world. Almost like I wasn’t human. I didn’t exist. Like my throat was nothing more than a means to an end. That end being a hefty dose of cum chipmunking my cheeks and dripping down my chin while I heaved in a breath and tried to swallow.

I knew how fucked-up it was. How toxic. I also knew it wasn’t good for me. But neither were those chocolate muffins and the knowing did little to help tamp down the craving.

I couldn’t deny the familiarity of it either. The comfort I found in the way he treated me. Cared for my well-being, only to completely disregard it on a whim. Some part of me thought this was what I deserved, because growing up, that’s what I was told. I was unwanted, unworthy of even the slightest dignity. And I had yet to break the cycle.

But that was tomorrow’s problem. Right now, I needed to focus on breathing through my nose. On sucking in air the moment Cohen pulled back while hoping it would sustain me when he drove back in again. I couldn’t even say the entire experience was unpleasant. It wasn’t. Especially when he would tug on my hair and angle my head back, my spine arching off in the bed in a painful yet pleasure-inducing way. My thighs drenched with my own release and my nipples peaked with the chill of the air.

My clit was throbbing, begging to be touched as his balls slapped against my jaw in rhythm with his frantic thrusts. He was close. I could tell by his pacing, the frequency and depth of his grunts. And just when I thought he was going to come, his cock pulsing against my cracked lips, he pulled back and released himself on my face.

I blinked my lashes, my eyes burning and my skin tacky as Cohen traced his fingers across my cheek before bringing the pads to my lips. He seemed mesmerized by the sight of my face smeared with his cum. Like I was both the most beautiful and grotesque thing he’d ever seen.

He shoved his hand inside my mouth, as far as it would go, and threw his head back on a groan when I gagged and nearly tossed up my dinner. He pulled away again, dropping his palm to my throat before he leaned forward and captured my lips in a searing kiss. Slowly guiding me back down to the bed and straddling my hips.

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