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His face twists into a mask of pleasure-pain, his lip curled from his teeth. “I’m going to breed your ass, Braithe. Going to come inside you. Fuck, I can’t wait to paint the walls of your pretty hole.” He leans down to me and kisses me hard, his body trembling as he locks his hands in my hair, pulling at the strands until I cry out. “You’re mine,” he growls, then stills over me. I feel his cock throbbing in my hole and I moan again.

While we’re coming down from our high, Kerian takes my mouth in a slow kiss, thrusting into me shallowly. It’s my first time—and we just finished—but I already can’t wait to do it again.

Kerian looks down at me, a guarded look on his face. “You good, Dimples?”

God, good isn’t even the word. I feel fucking phenomenal. And a lot less confused. Whatever wall I had up when it came to Kerian is fucking smashed to the ground. Fuckingobliterated. A new feeling tingles in my chest, like we just shared a secret, drawing us closer together. I’m not sure what it means, but I know I have to stop denying what’s right in front of me—Kerianmeanssomething. I’m not sure what, but something.

Probably why I was so pissed at him for ignoring me.

Nodding, I smile at him, running my fingers up and down his obliques. I don’t miss how he gasps or the look of surprise that flashes across his face.

Could be because it’s the first time I’ve given him a genuine smile since we met. Back then, I shook his hand, excited to meet another sophomore starter. Kerian snubbed me, reciting his stats from high school to rub it in that he was better than me. After that, I would sneer, smirk, and smile at him sarcastically. But never like this.

“Yeah. Real good. Round two?” I ask.

He barks a laugh, pulling out of me slowly. “Give yourself some time to rest. Come on. Let’s get in the shower so I can take you home.”

Something deflates in me when he pulls away. “Wait,” I say, feeling empty. “Can’t we… lie here for a moment?”

He rolls his eyes, but flops onto his back, resting his arms behind his head. “Fine, come here. Let me bring you down from the best orgasm of your life.”

I scoff, but scooch over to him. My cum smears between us, but neither of us seems to mind. I sigh when one of his arms comes down around me.

He’s right, though. It was the best orgasm of my life. Even better than when I lost my virginity in high school to my girlfriend of three years. What Kerian just did to me makes that release look like child’s play. Tingles still drift over my body, everything feeling sensitive.

My fingers circle his belly, rubbing in some of my cum. “Are you okay?”

“Wasn’t my first time, Braithe. I’m good.”

“You’ve… you’ve been with other guys before?”

“That a problem?”

“No, I just… I just thought…”

What did I think? That I was special? That my kiss made him want cock?

Like he did to me.

He chuckles, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Jealous, Zandy?”

“Leave me alone,” I murmur, though an involuntary smile crops up on my face.

Why do I feel so free and… happy with him? Am I… Is this how girls feel when they get dickmatized? I’ve had more than my fair share of women thinking they were in love with me because I dicked them good.

I search myself and blow out a relieved breath when I don’t feel that overpowering sense of love—or dickmatization. His dick is great and I want more, but I’m not suddenly in love.

What I am is no longer in denial. I like Kerian. I probably shouldn’t since he’s such a dick, but liking people doesn’t always make sense, I guess.

My stomach growls loud enough to wake the fucking neighbors, and I laugh to myself. “I skipped dinner after a rough practice to fuck you. Now you gotta feed me.”

His eyes turn hungry as he looks down at me. “Oh, I can feed you, Dimples. Let’s shower. I think there might be something in there for you to put in your mouth.”

Grinning, I scramble off the bed, almost tripping over my feet to get to the bathroom. My clothes are still in there from my earlier shower, folded on the side of the sink. I’ll put them back on, sans underwear, when we’re done.

As promised, Kerian feeds me his dick, my knees on the hard surface of the tub. His hands tug at my hair, roughly urging me up and down on his shaft. I gag and sputter, tears leaking down my face. Spit slips down my chin as he chokes me on his dick, but I don’t give a fuck. My cock is hard as a rock, throbbing as I tongue Kerian’s slit.

“Fuck, your mouth. God damn. So wet and hot. Perfect little cockslut. So fucking perfect.” Kerian spouts more filth and I moan, the heady feeling of him fucking my face and his words making me come without warning. I spray his feet with my seed, shuddering through my orgasm.

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