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I stared into her luminous blue depths, attempting to get my arousal under control.

"I'm coming in," Michael warned.

With one last kiss on her pouting mouth, I separated myself from the love of my life.

Epilogue

ROMAN

Being able to see your soulmate every day without actually being able to see your soulmate was hell on earth.

Our school was big, but not big enough that I couldn't avoid seeing Lucy. And do you think I would turn away from her when she was rightthere? Strutting down the halls, chatting with her friends by her locker, eating lunch at the cafeteria or outside. Do you think I would happily walk past my fucking heartbeat while some fucker was near her locker, sniffling up to my woman? Michael really stuck his knife in by making me promise to steer clear of her at school.

I had dinner every Saturday night at Michael and Lucy's. The dinners were awkward, with Michael simmering away in anger next to us. I couldn't blame him. The sexual tension between Lucy and I was through the roof. Anyone in the same vicinity would feel uncomfortable watching us eye fuck each other overa pot of macaroni and cheese. But I played along with Michael's wishes. If he wanted to sit there while I sat opposite his daughter with a hard-on, then that was his problem.

It took me one month before I caved and cashed in on my loophole. Yes, I promised not to see, touch or talk to Lucy at school. But Michael never said anything about outside of school. It was implied, but he never explicitly spelled it out to us.

Lucy had free periods and was allowed to leave the grounds. Michael usually taught during those periods, so when my classes were free, Lucy would bike a few blocks away, where I would pick her up and drive to a secluded spot where we were free to express our love. As soon as I parked up, she would climb onto my lap and stick her tongue into my mouth while grinding her sweet pussy onto my hard erection.

"Let me lick your pussy," I would beg as my fingers lifted underneath her skirt, stroking her damp flesh, penetrating her wet pussy with my thick digits. She'd whine and bounce on my lap a few times before she'd climb to the back. I was half a second behind her, biting at her upturned ass as it swayed temptingly in front of me when she climbed over the center console.

She would lay down and shuck her panties off, lifting one delicate foot against the back of the seat while letting the other fall apart. She'd pet her pretty, soaked pussy before licking her juices off her fingers. That was all it took for me to fall upon her, rubbing my face against her wet slit. I would lick and suck her juices, flicking her sensitive nub while I pushed two fat fingers inside her tight channel. My mouth would travel down before sticking my tongue into her dripping hole. Her hands would be in my hair - pulling, scraping, tugging. She'd be incoherently begging me, demanding that I eat her pussy good.

Once her juices saturated my face and her cries of release died down, I would yank my pants down in a hurry. Desperate to sinkinto her warm depths. I'd fuck her into my leather seats while her legs climbed up my back.

My mouth would be on her ear as I railed her. "Take my big cock. There's a good girl. Saw you in the hallway with this short skirt. Wanted to fuck you against your locker. Show those fuck boys who you belong to."

After we sated our love - for the time being - I would drop her close to the school where she'd bike back to class - wet panties and all.

And then I'd see Michael in the hallway or staff room, and I'd give him a polite nod. He had no idea I'd just had his teenage daughter begging for my big cock less than an hour earlier.

Graduation couldn't come fast enough.

LUCY

The thumping sound of music and laughter floated through the floorboards of my childhood home. Everyone I loved was downstairs celebrating graduation - my Dad, Dina, Dina's mom, my cousins, my Uncle Rob, and my Aunt Gina. Plus, a host of my old school friends and their siblings. Did they think it was odd that a random teacher from the city came down with us to celebrate my graduation? Probably. But I couldn't care less. I was not only of legal age but also officially an ex-high school student.

And I was more than taking advantage of that privilege, considering my ex-high school chemistry teacher was currently finger-banging my wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned as he tongued my stiff nipples.

I moaned loudly, using the noise of the party to cover my sounds of pleasure. I widened my legs as he sunk another finger into me. His tongue circled a hard peak before pulling it into his mouth for a rhythmic pull.

I didn't want soft or gentle. I liked it hard, rough, and dirty.

He grabbed my breasts and pushed them together before nipping at the rosy peaks. A shiver of pleasure traveled down my stomach to my groin, and I felt a trickle of wetness seep down the crack of my ass. I clasped his head to my breast as I writhed on my sheets. I attempted to tilt my pussy up to grind on his hard body.

"Love these fucking titties," he groaned as he sucked both nipples into his mouth. "Gonna titty fuck them, paint them with my come."

He sat up, straddling my stomach but kneeling his weight off. He slapped at one tit, making me cry out in pleasure. He grabbed one roughly before slapping the other.

"Yessss," I moaned, arching my back. I snaked my hand down my belly until I reached the small curls guarding my pussy. I stroked through to my slippery clit, rubbing it desperately.

He held himself up as he straddled my chest, his long dick touching my chin. "Sink those fingers into your cunt," he ordered as he moved further up my body. "Let me hear you fuck yourself while you choke on my dick."

Hot liquid flowed out of me at his filthy words. I opened my mouth wide as the tip of his mushroom-headed cock sunk past my eager lips. I spread my legs wide and penetrated my pussy with two fingers. My cunt was wet enough that my fingers easily sliced through without resistance.

And then it was a battle to concentrate on the sensory overload, willingly violating my mouth and pussy. It was hard to keep the rhythm of my thrusting fingers when I only wanted to swallow Roman's dick until his come overflowed. He washovering over me, dipping his cock in and out of my mouth, encouraging me to take it further.