Page 14 of Penalty for Boarding

Gripping her thighs, I spread her legs wider and position myself at her entrance. The head of my cock nudges against her slick folds, and we both groan at the contact.

“You ready for me, baby?” I rub the tip of my cock through her wetness, coating myself in her arousal.

“God, yes,” Olivia pants, her hips canting up, seeking more. “I need you inside me, Calvin. Now.”

With a deep, guttural groan, I surge forward, sheathing myself fully inside her tight channel in one hard thrust. Olivia cries out, her head thrown back and her nails digging into my shoulders as I stretch and fill her.

“Fuuuck,” I growl, my eyes nearly rolling back at the exquisite feeling of her walls gripping me like a vise. She's so tight, so hot and wet around me, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to come on the spot.

I still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size as I press my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling. “Christ, you feel incredible,” I pant, my voice strained. “So fucking perfect.”

Olivia whimpers, her hips rocking against mine, urging me to move. I happily oblige, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a hard, fast pace, just like she wanted. The bed creaks beneath us as I drive into her, each powerful thrust drawing a gasp or moan from her already kiss-swollen lips.

“Yes, Calvin, just like that,” she pants, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper. “Harder, please...”

Her pleas spur me on, and I comply with her demands, my hips snapping against hers with bruising force. The room fills with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by our moans and gasps of pleasure. I can feel my orgasm building fast, the coil of tension tightening in my groin with each thrust.

“Touch yourself, baby,” I command, my voice a low rumble. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

Olivia whimpers and obeys, one hand sliding between our sweat-slicked bodies to rub tight circles on her clit.

“Oh, god!”

“That's it,” I encourage, my rhythm faltering as I near the edge. “Come for me, Olivia. Let me feel your tight cunt squeezing my cock.”

A few more thrusts and Olivia shatters, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her.

“Calllllllviiiiiinnnnnn!”

She cries out my name, her pussy clamping down on me like a silken fist, milking my cock. It's too much, and with a hoarse shout, I follow her over the edge, my hips stuttering as I empty myself deep inside her, filling her with my seed. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through me, more intense than anything I've ever experienced.

“Olivia, fuck...” I groan, my face buried in the crook of her neck as we both ride out the aftershocks, sweat-slicked bodies trembling, hearts racing.

“Calvin.” My name is a satisfied whisper, and for a long moment, we just stay like that, tangled together, gasping for breath as we float down from the incredible high.

I have never, in all my years, felt such an intense connection with someone in the way I feel connected to Olivia now.

Slowly, I lift my head to look at her, brushing a damp tendril of hair from her flushed face.

“You're amazing,” I murmur. “Everything about you, Olivia. I can't get enough.”

She hums contentedly, her fingers playing with the short hairs in the center of my chest. “I feel the same way.”

I nod, my throat tightening. “I…I've never felt this…intensity before. And it's not just the physical, though god knows that's incredible. It's everything. The way you understand me, the way you challenge me, the way you make me feel like I can take on the world and somehow win.”

Olivia's eyes shine, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Calvin, I... I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t. Don’t say anythin’,” I whisper, leaning down and pressing my forehead to hers. “Just know that you’re mine, Olivia. I’m all in.”

Without even waiting for a response, I’m capturing her lips again, kissing her with a bone-deep certainty that this is it. This is the moment our story truly begins. She is mine, and I am hers. And as I sink myself into her body once more, the only thing I can think of is one little word. Love. I’m in love with her. She’s my future. The mother of my children. And all the happiness in my heart. She’s mine.

OLIVIA

Iwake slowly, awareness seeping in as I register the unfamiliar weight of an arm draped over my waist, the warmth of a body pressed against my back. For a moment, I'm disoriented, my sleep-fogged brain struggling to piece together where I am and how I got here. But then it all comes rushing back—the forgotten dinner, the massage, the mind-blowing sex. Calvin.

A smile tugs at my lips as I recall the events of last night. The way he looked at me, touched me, worshipped every inch of my body with a reverence that left me breathless. The way he held me after, whispering sweet words that made my heart soar.

I shift slightly, turning in his embrace so I can see him. He's still asleep, his features relaxed and peaceful. I take a moment to study him, to memorize the angles of his face, the dark fan of his lashes against his cheeks, the slight upturn of his lips even in repose. He's beautiful, inside and out, and I marvel at the fact that out of all the women in the world, he’s chosen me to be his.

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