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Fuck, I’m going to come—she’s sucking so hard and fast that I can hear little slurping noises coming from her mouth and her asshole is squeezing my finger so tight.

“You’re gonna swallow for me, okay darlin’?” I say, breathing fast, my head starting to detach from my body as I start to climax.

She hums her reply but doesn’t slow down.

I close my eyes and let the haze of bliss rise up from deep inside me, flooding into my core, stoking an engine that takes off at Mach 10. My head falls back as the first jet of my cum hits the back of her throat. She swallows me down as the second pulse explodes. She takes me deep, swallowing my seed until I’ve released everything.

With the high still pulsing through my bloodstream, I fold her over my lap with her shoulders down and her ass tilted high. I slide my finger back inside her tight asshole.

She hisses, her face scrunched tight with the exquisite combination of discomfort and pleasure.Soon it’ll be all pleasure, I think.

Slowly, I thrust deeper. I can feel her open to me, trusting me.

“Ohhhh,” she breathes through clenched teeth.

I fuck her tight little hole, feeling her welcome me, arching her back to let me in deeper. Fuck, the way she’s letting me inside like this, so willing, so naughty, lights another fire inside me.

I grip her breast with my other hand, caressing her warm skin as I thrust in and out of her ass and she starts grunting, her mouth opening in pleasure. I see her body tense and know she’s about to lose control—the side that wants this is winning over the side that says we’re doing something bad. A look of surprise flashes across her face as the first sounds of her release erupts from her lips.

“Brian!” she gasps, her voice a harsh whisper. “Oh, fuck, Brian!” she arches to me even more, her grip on the couch turning her knuckles white.

“Let it all go, baby,” I say, feeling the walls of her asshole squeeze me so tight.

Her climax explodes in a series of grunts, her face pinched tight as I plunge steadily, firmly, pleasuring this forbidden place, marking it as mine forever.

Four

Darcy

It’s been two days since that first night with Brian, and he’s on his way over to watch the football game with my dad. I don’t know how I’m going to survive having him so near without being able to touch him. We’ve been together at his place every night since Thursday, spending almost all of our time in bed. I blush, thinking about how many ways he’s pleasured me. Last night I barely made it through the door before he had his hands in my pants and I was coming,hard, my folds already so wet for him. I don’t know what he’s done to me, but when I’m with him, it doesn’t matter.

That’s just it, though—some of the things we’ve done make me feel dirty and slutty after it’s over and I’m alone. It’s almost like he’s awakened the naughty side of me that I’ve only allowed in private. But does it make me a slut, like my mom, that I like these things? Or is what we’re doing normal? I’m too scared to bring it up. What if he thinks I’m weird? What if he asks about my mom?

So I’ve forced it out of my mind because tonight’sthe nightand I’m not going to spoil it. I’ve been so worked up all day just thinking about what he’s going to do to me that I almost burned the casserole and I accidentally put the beers in the freezer.

Tomorrow I’m heading back to school, and there’s not one ounce of me that’s excited. I keep thinking about how good I feel when I’m with Brian. I’m going to miss him more than I should. He’s five years older than me and has his own life here. My world is across the country and filled with books and lectures, essays and libraries. I know I’ll still see him when I visit home during the holidays and summers, but I’m sure he’ll have moved on. I’m beginning to think I won’t, and an ache is slowly growing inside me.

At first, I was shocked that we didn’t actually sleep together that first time—actually, I was sort of disappointed, in a way. I mean, I’m still terrified of doing it, but after how good he’s made me feel, I’ve wanted it. But Brian wanted us to go slow to teach me how good my body can feel. I get a shiver just thinking about how well he’s delivered on that promise. He’s warned me that sex is going to hurt, at first, but he’ll do everything he can to make sure I’m okay. I’ve had his cock in my mouth enough times now to know how big he is. I’m worried that he won’t be able to fit inside me, and how disappointed Brian would be. If that happens, I think I might die.

I hear Brian’s truck pull up outside and my pulse jumps. I straighten my skirt and race to the door, but he beats me to it, swinging the door open just as I get there.

He’s freshly showered, making his eyelashes look dark against his smooth cheeks. He grins at me, then seeing that we’re alone, he pulls me into an embrace. I inhale his scent of soap and cinnamon as he softly, quietly kisses me. My body responds instantly: my blood thumps into my temples, my hips press against his, and my mind takes off in a million directions. His hand runs up my thigh, tucking beneath my skirt. I shiver.

“This skirt is going to drive me crazy, you know that?” he whispers, feathering past the edge of my panties.

I practically whimper into his mouth.

“That Brian?” a gruff voice calls from down the hallway.

Instantly, I push back. I don’t know why I’m so scared of my dad seeing me with Brian, but I am. Maybe I’m afraid he won’t think I’m the good girl he wants me to be. Will it remind him of my mother? Worse, though, is the idea that he’ll be angry with Brian, and I can’t stand the thought of disrupting their relationship, and Brian’s plans.

“Yes, dad!” I call out and hurry through the house. But my dad is halfway to the couch already. He’s looking better and better each day, and I’m pretty sure he’ll be back in the shop soon, though he’s still going to have to take it easy for a while. But he’s showered and dressed in a button-down shirt and chinos, like we’re having Sunday Dinner or something.

I play the dutiful daughter, making sure he’s comfortable on the couch and has everything he needs. Then the three of us sit down to watch the game.

I have always loved football, but try as I might, I can’t get into the game. Maybe it’s that my mind is a thousand miles away, or maybe it’s that neither team can get close enough to the end zone to make the game exciting. By half time, the score is still 0-0.

We eat a quick dinner together, my dad and Brian talking business, me lost in my own world, my anticipation building. Brian offers to help with the dishes, and after my dad is settled onto the couch again to watch the last of the third quarter, he carries the last of the plates into the kitchen. But before I can start the water, he spins me to the wall.

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