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“No, I don’t want it. Ineed it,” she begs. I love when she’s desperate like this. Being in control of her pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I want to make her see stars until she breaks, crying big, swollen tears while pleading for me to stop.

“That’s my sweet girl,” I praise. “I can’t wait to feel you gush around me.” She whimpers at the dirty words, writhing around against the couch until I slowly surge forward, breaching her opening with the head of my cock. Her muscles clench in protest to the intrusion, attempting to push me out. I spit into my hand, smoothing the saliva over my fingers with my thumb before reaching down and splitting them around the spot where we’re joined. I massage the swollen flesh that’s hugging my girth, waiting for the breathy moan that tells me it’s safe to feed her a few more inches. Sliding deeper for a moment, I drag my heavy shaft back out before pushing forward again, this time continuing until I’m buried as far as her body will take me.

“Oh my God,” she moans as I keep a steady tempo, enjoying the feel of her wrapped around me. I encircle a gentle hand around her throat, holding her in place as I fuck into her.

“This cunt is mine,” I say, looking down as she swallows me whole with every thrust. “I’m going to paint your insides with my cum until you taste it on the back of your tongue. You’ll never forget who you belong to, because I’ll be dripping from your lips long after I’m gone.”

A low moan tumbles from her mouth, and her eyes roll back, so I squeeze my fingers against the sides of her throat, capturingher attention once again. Her hands shoot to my wrist, but she doesn’t pull me away. Instead, she holds me there.

“You want me to make you float, baby?” I ask, earning a frantic nod. We discussed breath play during our lesson on kinks and fetishes, and I became obsessed with learning all about it. I wasn’t sure if we had the level of trust it requires before. But now? There’s no question.

“I want that too,” I reply, letting her know that she has my consent to do this, as well. “Hold onto me. Only remove your hand if you want to stop.” She nods again, giving me her full attention as I flex my fingers slowly, pressing into the delicate skin underneath. My heart beats wildly inside my rib cage with the power coursing through me, and I do my best to stay focused on her face as she slowly begins to fade away. Increasing the pressure on her pulse points, I stay present, ready to let go at the first sign that it’s becoming too much. But she’s as into it as I am. Her hand stays wrapped around my wrist firmly, never flinching with indecision for a single moment.

Pounding into her, I take in the sight of her tits bouncing, the sound of my thighs slapping against her full ass filling the room. I swear, she’s like a work of art when she’s getting fucked. Her pussy begins to contract as I steal the oxygen from her body, signaling to me that she’s ready to fall over the edge. I relax my grip right before her climax tears through her, watching as she shakes violently from the sudden onslaught of adrenaline. Sucking in big gulps of air, she attempts to fill her lungs, but it’s futile with the way she’s screaming in ecstasy.

“That’s my beautiful little whore,” I praise, jerking into her as she rides it out. “Coming so hard from being choked and fucked at the same time.” Her release flows through her in waves, finally ebbing away as her body settles back into the cushions.

Her eyes flutter open, focusing on me as I slow the movement of my hips, gently skimming my fingertips over her warm cheek.

“You okay?” I ask. “Can I have a color?” Even though we aren’t in the middle of a scene, I still want to make sure what I’m doing is okay. It’s been an emotional evening, and if any of my words or actions are missing their mark, I need her to tell me.

“Green,” she says on a quiet moan before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, obviously still riding the high from her orgasm.

“You’re so perfect,” I reply, leaning down and brushing my lips against hers. “Tell me if you need to rest.” She nods in understanding, and I fuck her in slow, languid strokes, giving her time to recover. I feel like I could go all night, edging myself with her pussy until the sun comes up. If I had my way, I’d never leave her warmth.

“Ace,” she whimpers, looking up at me like I’m the center of her world. Her blue eyes are sparkling with emotion, and I can’t stop a smile from breaking free when I think about the fact that she’s all mine.

“What, baby?” I reply, leaning down and sucking a hardened nipple into my mouth. Her hands shoot to my hair, holding me close as she arches into me.

“I l-love you. You feel s-so good,” she stammers.

“I love you too,” I say against the pebbled bud, feeling her grow even wetter with every swipe of my tongue. “Give me another orgasm. Milk my cock so I can watch it drip out.” Leaning away just barely, I slide my hand between us, rubbing her clit as I pick up speed. I fuck her hard, feeling my balls draw up tight as my thrusts become sloppier. Her inner muscles clamp down, her face twisting with pleasure when she shatters again, this time pulling me under right beside her. My dick swells and pulses, spilling inside her until I’m completely empty. I lower down, careful not to crush her as I savor the post-nut high, my entire body humming with satisfaction. Nuzzling my head into her shoulder, I inhale the scent of her freshly fuckedskin, which has become one of my favorite things to do. She smells like me, and it gives me a sense of possession that feels unlike anything else in this universe.

I sit up, reluctantly pulling out. She groans in protest, making me laugh as I scoot down the couch, settling between her legs. Using my fingers to spread her swollen lips apart, I wait impatiently for her to give me what I want.

“Push for me, Sweets,” I instruct. She does, and I watch as my cum slowly drips out, running over the sensitive skin between her pussy and asshole. Instinctively, I reach forward, using a finger to scoop it up before shoving it all back inside. It’s one thing to fill her up, but it’s something entirely different to force it where it belongs, making sure that not a single drop goes to waste.

I know I’m only twenty-one, and this relationship is in its beginning stages, but I can’t stop myself from dreaming about the way she’ll look carrying my child. I’ll give her everything she could ever want, even if it means rubbing her back for hours or making multiple trips to the grocery store in the middle of the night for whatever she and our baby are craving. I never had a dad, so I’m determined to be the best one ever. And I already know Lark will be an amazing mother.

Placing a gentle kiss under her navel, I work my way back up, breathing her in once more before pulling my phone from where it’s been wedged between the cushions. Handing it to her, I wait nervously. “How’d I do?”

She swipes up on the screen, opening the app and giving it her full attention while it loads. Tapping a few times, I watch as her eyes light up and her jaw drops. “You got an eighty-two! You passed!”

“Fuck yeah!” I shout, pumping my fist in triumph before wrapping my arms around her and peppering sloppy kisses all over her face. She giggles in response, halfheartedly trying tobreak free from the assault. I show mercy, sitting up and pulling her with me as I hug her tightly. “Thank you,” I say with a smile. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

She cups my cheeks, kissing me softly before standing and reaching out to pull me from the couch. “Come on, Mr. Soon-to-be College Grad. You can show your appreciation by cleaning up the mess you made in the shower.” I look down at where I marked between her legs, feeling like a caveman at the thought of caring for her that way. It’ll never get old. I live and breathe to give this woman what she wants.

“Lead the way, baby.”

THIRTY-ONE

LARK

“I don’t get it,”I mumble to myself, checking Ace’s student portal for the millionth time. It’s been over a week since we found out he passed his exam, but the final grade for the course is still pending, as is his graduation status. I’ve been enrolled at the university for years, and it’s never taken this long. I averaged everything out and he ended the semester with a B-minus, so I’m not sure what could be holding the process up.

I close my laptop, standing and walking around my living room. Ace is on a week-long road trip, and I miss him like crazy. We’re halfway through, but it’s been dragging by, and I officially hate it. This is the longest we’ve been away from each other since we met, seeing that I traveled with him during the semester. I have no idea what to do with myself after I hit the gym each morning while he’s away, so I come home and binge-clean, waiting for him to call or text—or for his games to come on TV just so I can see that face I love so much. Prior to tutoring him, I spent all my free time at home, studying and enjoying the peace and quiet of solitude. Now, my life feels so boring and empty when he’s away. I know this is all part of his job, but not seeing him whenever I want is going to take some getting used to.

Just as I’m considering a complete overhaul of my silverware drawer to pass the time, my phone vibrates in the pocket of my hoodie. I fish it out, seeing Hailey’s name on the screen. I haven’t talked to her for a couple of weeks, so I’m sure she wants to be filled in on what I’ve been up to.

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