Page 2 of Play By The Rules

“I know,” I whisper, “but there’s no one else I’d want to give this to.”

“Fuck,” he groans, pushing his finger all the way in. He waits for a minute, letting me adjust to the intrusion, before slipping another finger in alongside it. He thrusts a few times, his fingers scissoring inside of me, stretching me for him.

The ache is bearable, and when his thumb finds my clit, I moan under him. My hips buck, seeking more. Before I can ask, his mouth closes on my clit. He thrusts faster, his tongue and fingers fucking me until I’m a writhing mess under him. “Come for me.”

He sucks again, thrusting a third finger into me. I’m so stretched, it fucking hurts, but his tongue flattens, pressing into my clit, and I explode. My body trembles under him. Before I can come down from the high, he moves forward, lining his dick to my entrance. My eyes widen, the only thing I can hear as he slides himself in is the blood ringing in my ears. He stops when he reaches the barrier, looking at me questioningly.

I say nothing.

I’m not sure I can.

The only thing I offer him is a nod.

His shoulders deflate slightly, his eyes heating with my consent.

“Relax for me,” he murmurs, his thumb circling my clit. Electricity hums through my body, and I let out a breath, forcing myself to ease into the mattress. The moment he sees the change, he thrusts his hips forward, plunging all the way in. My back arches and a cry slips from my mouth.

He leans forward, running a hand over my hair. He doesn’t move, just holds himself against me while I get used to the unfamiliar feeling. He’s so big, the ache is more than I ever would have expected, though. After a long moment, his dick twitches inside of me and he locks his gaze on mine.

I nod again, giving him the green light to move. He pulls out slowly, before driving in again.

There’s pain.

So much pain.

After a few more thrusts, his thumb circles my clit again, and sparks of pleasure course through my body, lessening the pain until the two merge into a thing of beauty.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe. “I need to go harder; can you handle it?”

“Yes.”

“Fuckkk,” he groans, moving his hips faster. His hands grab my wrists, pinning them into the bed while his dick plunges deeper with every thrust. He transfers my wrists to one hand, moving his other to pluck at my nipples and massage my breasts until I’m panting under him. When he moves down again, finding my clit, I can’t stop the loud moans that fall from me, or the way my hips buck to meet his thrusts.

My body tenses again, pleasure coiling in my centre. He pushes into me harder, the sound of our bodies joining is the only noise echoing through the room. He presses his thumb against my clit and pleasure spreads, moving through me until stars take over my vision and my body convulses again.

My pussy clenches around him, suffocating his dick. He leans forward, his breath fanning my mouth as he drives himself into me even harder. He groans my name, the sound a whisper as his dick pulses inside me, before he lets go and fills me with his cum.

He drops on top of me, his weight bringing a welcomed comfort despite pinning me to the bed.

We stay there for a long time, breathing each other in. It’s everything I imagined it would be. Handing him my virginity. I wasn’t lying when I said there was no one else I’d rather give it to.

Only him.

Always him.

He lifts off me, rolling from the bed and grabbing his clothes. He shoves them on, watching me with intensity the whole time. When he’s dressed, he takes slow, measured steps to my window, before lifting himself over the ledge and dropping down, out of sight. Though not before saying, “Thanks for a good fuck.”

Maybe sixteen isn’t so sweet after all.

ONE

“WelcometoEyamGreenAcademy, Miss Marsh,” the lady at reception says, sliding a clear folder across the desk. With a smile, I thank her and slip it under my arm before turning on my heel and heading towards the lift that will take me up to my dorm.

Pressing the button, I readjust the bag on my shoulder, ignoring the glances coming from the people wandering the lower floor. It’s nothing new to be the subject of attention, though, I wasn’t expecting it the moment I walked onto campus.

My family co-founded the university over a century ago. Some great, great, great grandfather of mine and three of his friends decided to go into the education business, and when they found the old worn-down castle, they threw a tonne of money into it and turned it into theprestigiousacademy it is today.

What it really is, is a boarding school for pretentious pricks, masquerading as a university.

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