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“You didn’t actually want to pay me with sex, did you?” She looks up at me and asks. It’s not really a question, or at least not one I believe she doesn’t already know the answer to.
“God, no,” I answer. “I’m not sure what I would have done if you had said yes, to be honest—or why I even said it. I just remember walking into that library and feeling dumbstruck the moment I saw you, and then it was just cocky word vomit after that.”
She cups my cheek. I grip her waist. “You were nervous?”
“For the first time ever. Probably should have been my first clue, huh?”
“First clue for what?”
I smile. “That you were special.” I kiss her collarbone. “That you’re different.” I kiss the slender column of her neck. “That you were meant to be mine.”
When our lips meet this time, it’s pure passion. Her fingers thread through my hair as I slide my hand from her waist to her ass and give it a hard squeeze.
I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Zara.
“Do you know how many times I fantasized about bending you over that table in the library during our tutoring sessions? How many times I imagined fucking you so hard, I’d have to gag you with your own damn panties to keep you quiet.”
Her pupils are blown wide as she squirms beneath me, seeking friction. “Do it,” she begs. “Flip me over, Hen. Show me your fantasy. But no panties. I want you to hear me scream.”
If I thought I was hard before, I’m practically dying now. Having her tell me what she wants is quite possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and it’s happening more and more every time we come together.
It makes me so damn happy for her. Seeing someone find the confidence that was once stolen from them is a beautiful thing to witness.
I don’t waste any time. I grab her around the waist and flip her so fast that she lets out a little squeal of excitement before I have her face pressed into the mattress and her ass in the air.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as I admire the view.
“Like what you see?”
I grip the base of my cock and give it a few lazy strokes before lining it up to her slick entrance. “You’re a goddamn dream, Cupid.” I slam into her, and the sensation of her tight pussy is overwhelming. It always is, but being this deep is something else. She cries out, gripping the sheets as I run a hand down her spine.
“More,” she begs.
“You want more?” All I’m giving her are shallow thrusts, practically teasing her as she whimpers below me and rolls her hips against mine.
“Yes!”
“How do you want me to fuck you, Zara?”
“Hard,” she cries out. “Fuck me hard, Hen.”
The words barely make it past her lips before I’m doing exactly that. I grip her hips and let go. It’s relentless. It’s rough.
And it’s so damn good.
Sweat begins to drip down my back as I feel myself getting closer, but I won’t go over the edge without her. So I pull her back so she’s seated on my knees. My hands wrap around her middle, palming her breast just because I can.
“Touch your clit,” I tell her, knowing she’s close enough that just a little friction on that sensitive bundle of nerves will be enough to send her over the edge.
It’s a tight squeeze. She’s basically kneeling in my lap, but she manages to fit two fingers between her legs, and as soon as I hear that little gasp of pleasure, I thrust hard at the same time I slam her body down on mine.
My hands tighten on her tits, squeezing her nipples as I pick up speed.
“Zara, fuck.” It’s a plea, because I amright there. I can feel my balls tightening, and I swear my damn vision is starting to blur.
“I’m…I—” The words come out as one garbled moan before her back bows, and then she’s crying out my name, over and over.
Her body writhes as her pussy squeezes my cock so fucking hard, I really do see stars. I come seconds later with her name on my lips and the knowledge that now that I have this woman in my bed, home, and heart, I never want her to leave.
