Page 80 of Oblivion

“Let me see,” he orders the moment we’re out of view.

“Huh?” I ask, distracted.

“Spread your legs and let me see if your naughty cunt kept my cum nice and tight inside of you, or if you need to be fucked and filled again.”

At his words, my core clenches, and the ache reminds me of how hard he took me less than an hour ago. Walking to the cart, I sit down on the edge of the seat and slowly part my legs.

His lips curl into a lethal smile as he prowls to me and flips my skirt up, putting my bare lower half on display. Pushing his hand between my thighs, he caresses my folds with his fingers. “Good girl,” he croons. “Your greedy cunt was too hungry for my cum to let too much escape. Now, let’s get you to class.”

“Can I go and get some panties? I don’t want to sit in class all afternoon without any underwear.”

His brow furrows and his eyes turn contemplative. “I guess I wouldn’t want you leaving a wet patch on your dress.” Smirking, he pulls a brand-new thong from his pocket and holds it out, not letting go of it as I push my feet through the holes then lift my butt so he can position it, finally covering me.

The rest of the day passes in a blur. I attend my microeconomics class then gratefully take the coffee he has waiting for me when he walks me to my last class of the day. I’m tired and sore and hungry by the time we pull through the gates and park the cart beside the other two already waiting outside the front of the house.

“I might skip dinner and just go to bed. I’m exhausted,” I groan, wincing with each step as I slowly climb the stairs.

“You can take a nap, but we have plans tonight,” Evan says, scooping me off my feet and carrying me bridal style the rest of the way up the stairs to his room.

“What plans?” I ask on a yawn.

“I’m taking you out.”

“Can we do it another night? I just want to sleep.”

“Nope.” Pulling back the covers, he lowers me onto the bed, divesting me of my cardigan before he unzips my dress and removes it and my underwear. Cupping my cheek, he leans over me and presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss. “Sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up with enough time to get ready.”

The next thing I feel is heat as I wake up to the feeling of his dick pushing into me. My sore pussy protests, but his fingersat my clit distract me. He’s not fucking me hard. Instead, he’s carefully pumping in and out of me, barely jostling me as he uses my body.

“Evan,” I say weakly.

“This cunt is so perfect, Wild One. I couldn’t resist. You don’t need to do anything, just let me take care of both of us,” he coos, rubbing my clit in firm circles that make my breath hitch.

When I come, it’s not an explosion. It’s a gentle warmth that plumes through my veins, making me feel floaty and light.

“I love you,” he moans against my ear as he comes inside of me once again. “Let’s take a shower,” he whispers, carefully disconnecting us and lifting me from the bed and into his arms.

“Do we really have to go out tonight?” I know I’m whining, but it’s been a crazy few days, and I just want to go back to sleep.

“Yes,” he says succinctly.

I know he doesn’t miss my grunt of displeasure, but he ignores me as he walks into the bathroom with me in his arms. I’m half expecting him to spend ten minutes pushing his cum back into me, but instead he sits me on the counter while he turns on the shower, then picks me up and lowers me to my feet beneath the warm spray.

Instead of washing me, he hands me the shampoo while he washes his body, then takes the shampoo from me and swaps it for my conditioner with a deep furrow marring his forehead.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, missing the attentive touch he’s shown me the other times we’ve showered together.

“It’s fine, but if we don’t hurry, we’ll be late.”

“Late for what?”

“I told you. We have plans.”

Turning his back on me, he leaves me to finish up while he grabs a towel and quickly dries himself. Once I’m clean, he holds out a towel for me, then ushers me into the bedroom.

“You have forty-five minutes until we need to leave.”

“You need to tell me where we’re going, so I know what to wear.”

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