Page 36 of Gingers Can Do Maths

“It’s perfect. So soft.”

So much cushion for when I’m buried deep inside you. For when I’m pounding into you.

I lean over her, forcing her to look at the real me and not my reflection as I tangle my tongue with hers. The more I roll her clit the more she wiggles against me in bliss but I’m not getting any deeper inside her hot hole.

But just like before I can feel her release, the little extra gush of wetness as she climaxes and that’s when I do what she says. I break it. I break her as I ram my cock as deep as it’ll go.

Blood floods my mouth as Sin bites my tongue, her hips collapsing onto the bed beneath my weight, but I stay in place, lodged deep and strangled, right where I belong.

Despite her squirms, and her cries to get away from me, I keep her anchored and work her clit begging her body to give her another release. Salty tears mix with my blood as my sweet angel cries and there’s nothing I can do but kiss her, stroke her and keep still while we both wait.

Eventually, her tears slow, her breathing calming from sharp gasps into whimpers and ultimately moans as she soars to another peak. And when she does, bucking her ass against me I move slowly for both our sakes because there’s no way I can last.

Pressing my forehead to her spine, I watch my cock covered in her blood and slick disappear with each thrust that I draw out longer and longer.

My angel must love it because she’s damn near purring into the pillows now and trying to sink back down my length every time I try to take it from her.

“Stop that,” she moans, getting to her elbows for more leverage as she tries to drive harder onto me.

The recoil of her ass is my undoing.

Grabbing her around her breasts, I crush her to me so we’re both upright. In the mirror, I watch everything on her bounce. Her hair, her heavy tits, her cute stomach rolls, those thick ass thighs and that fat little cunt between them gripping my cock for dear life.

I love how she watches us too. How she doesn’t cringe from the blood. How she doesn’t try to hide her stomach or her body as I pound into her. My angel just takes it, her toes curling, her back bowing.

When she clamps down on me, her pussy contracting uncontrollably I do as I promised, spraying into her and putting out the fire in us both.

For now.

Sin

Five Months Later

I wish Presley University sent physical letters like Ennox’s old-fashioned method. Instead, they send emails.

If it was a physical letter, I wouldn’t need to open it to know if I got in. Even if they only included a lousy brochure, there was always something extra to bulk the envelope. But I couldn’t see what was inside an email without clicking it.

I thought the worst part would be the wait. Waiting to know if the past four months I slaved to improve my maths grade would be enough to impress Presley’s admission team before I applied five weeks ago.

Waiting to know if I was good enough. Smart enough.

If I’d be dragging Han down with me if I wasn’t.

He’d assured me at every turn and I’d believed him more and more with every tutoring session. With every exam that I got a higher and higher score on. So why do I suddenly feel like I’ve regressed to my fifteen-year-old self as I walk into Han and I’s study room at Bradley for Boys one final time?

The opened window behind Han bathes him in light and he glows like an angel on fire. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that orange hair, or those teal eyes, or that smile that lights up his entire face whenever he sees me.

I smile back, but I feel like I’m going to vomit as Han sets my bag down and pulls me onto his lap.

I rest my device beside his, and eye the identical sender’s email addresses on both our screens.

“Did you peek?” he asks, squeezing me tight and kissing me.

I love the way he always kisses me. Not just in greeting, but randomly when we’re watching a movie, studying, or eating. It’s his love language.

I shake my head before eyeing him wearily. “Why are you so happy?”

His confidence in me never ceases to amaze me...

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