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I pushed back with all my strength, but he was much heavier than me so I couldn’t move too far. I couldn’t take him in until he decided to thrust himself deep and hard and all the way at once.

I screamed my heart out—Goddess, he felt so good. After all this time, and he still felt incredible when he stretched me like that, when we connected all the way. He no longer gave me the chance to move because he pounded into me with a new urgency, one hand on my hip, the other in my hair, turning my head to the side so he could kiss my lips and bite my jaw and ear and neck as much as he liked.

Just like he said, I lay there and took every delicious second. Nothing existed outside of this bed—not the school or the city or the world. It was just us and all we had was the pleasure we brought each other, and Taland didn’t stop going for a long time.

Eventually, he pulled himself up to his knees and replaced his cock with his fingers, curving them the way heknew I liked. With his other hand he caressed my back, grabbed my ass and slapped it until he was moaning together with me. He still loved the sight of his fingers, his cock, his mouth disappearing inside me like the first time.

“Ass up,” he then said, voice low and hoarse, sexy as sin. I raised my ass, and he grabbed a pillow and put it under me. Then he slapped me a few times, and he really was good at it because it never hurt, barely stung a little. But the sound of itneverfailed to turn me on more.

Whispering praise under his breath, Taland kneeled between my legs, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them all the way until it hurt but also felt incredible. He licked my folds and stuck his tongue inside me, moaning.

“Goddess, you look good like this. You taste so, so good…”

And when he had enough of licking me and looking at me all stretched out for him like that, he moved back and brought his cock to my entrance and thrust inside me again.

Digging his fingers in my ass, he moved me the way he needed while he fucked me faster by the second. I came screaming his name into the mattress as everything faded away, and all that remained was the feeling of him inside and outside of me.

He came soon after, his cock buried so deep I felt him in the center of my being, my name a whisper on his lips.

Lying on my back, he kept himself inside me still as his cum slipped down my thighs slowly. We stayed there with our eyes closed, just breathing in until we were aware of our surroundings again.

Then Taland whispered in my ear, “I think we’re gonna be up till sunrise.”

“Absolutely,” I muttered, unable to contain a goofy smile.

The show kept on playing on his laptop. We continued to fuck like crazy until the sun turned the sky grey, and neither of us had energy to even make it out of the bed anymore.

That’s how I ended up sleeping in his room.

The next morning, I felt him moving before I was aware of where I was or what had happened or even what time it was.

He was behind me, had me wrapped up in his arms underneath the blanket, my ass to his cock that was hard and ready. He slowly brought it between my legs and put his tip inside me.Warm, soft, perfect,all of it.

A sleepy moan came out of me, my body awakening quickly as I raised my hips higher to take him in deeper, put my hands against the wall to brace myself, knowing full well what was coming…

“Good morning, baby,” Taland whispered in my ear.

“Morning,” I said breathlessly.

We didn’t say another word for the next ten minutes.

My stomach was a mess. The nerves had gotten the best of me even before I pressed the phone to my ear. My eyes were closed, and I just stood there in front of my window and let the sun rays warm my face. Let them ground me until I got this over with.

Then…

“Hill,” said the voice from the other end of the line, and my stomach fell all the way to my heels.

It’s as good as over now,I said to myself. I’d called. He’d answered. In a matter of seconds, it would be over.

So, I got my shit together.

“La Rouge,” I said, just like I was supposed to.

“Good to hear from you, Rose,” he said in that fake polite voice of his I’d come to dread. “Any updates?”

“Yes—the same as always,” I said. “He hasn’t engaged in any suspicious activity, hasn’t spoken about anything in particular, hasn’t expressed any interest in whatever it is you suspect he’s after.” My voice was steady and calm, just like when I rehearsed. “Like I told you the last time, Mr. Hill, he isnotthe guy you’re looking for.”

Taland was innocent of whatever crimes the IDD suspected he was going to commit. I was with him most of the time, in class and in private, and the only times when I didn’t see him was when he was doing homework or studying, during which time we were regularly texting, too.

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