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“Sorry, Sunshine…” Levering himself over me again, chest hovering inches above mine, his dips his head to press a soft, lingering kiss against my mouth. “But you’ve got finals to study for...” Another kiss, this one deeper, the tip of his tongue teasing along the loose seam of my lips. “Time to get ready for school.” Before I can launch any sort of protest, he moves to the side of the bed to scoop me up in his arms.
“It’s still early,” I remind him while he carries me to the bathroom. “I have all day to study. I want—”
Stopping in front of the bathroom sink, Went sets me on my feet, turning me toward the mirror. The image reflected back at me takes my breath away.
It’s me… but not any version of me that I’ve ever seen before. Naked, my stomach and bare breasts covered in Went’s cum. Dark hair a wild tangle around flushed cheeks. Blue eyes cloudy. Lids lowered and sated. Nipples still swollen and stiff.
This isn’t the me who wakes up at 3AM to tackle a worklist as long as her arm. The me who dutifully accepts every punishment and slight her father can throw at her. The me who silently accepted her fate as the future Mrs. Brock Morris without so much as a whimper of protest.
This is the me who touched and licked and bit the tattoos of a man she barely knew. The me who saw the dirty picture he drew of them together, covered in his cum and instead of running like she should have, went upstairs and begged him to do the same thing to her.
The me that being with Went has turned me into.
“More…” Behind me, Went presses himself close. So close I can feel the length of his cock stiffening against the base of my spine. “Is that what you want, Sunshine?” I watch one of his large, callused hands slide across my stomach, fingers trailing through the mess he made there before pushing themselves lower, skimming and teasing against my cleft. “You want more?”
“Yes…” It comes out on a ragged whisper, the back of my head pushed against the hard wall of his ink covered chest. Gaze focused on the sight of his tattooed hand pressed between my thighs, I widen my stance. Open my legs so he can cup my pussy in the palm of his hand. “Yes, I want more.”
Went teases my entrance with the tips of his cum-slicked fingers “Your pussy sore from taking my cock?” Before I can tell him no, his other hand pushes its way up to squeeze my cum-covered breast, the brush of his rough palm against its stiff, swollen peak shooting straight down my spine to throb and pulse against my clit. The hand on my breast slips even higher to wrap itself around my throat. Tightening just enough to loosen the hinge on my knees, he finds my gaze in the mirror in front of us and holds it. “Don’t lie.”
“I mean…” Caught, I shake my head as much as his grip will allow. “A little, I guess. But—”
“A little?” The fingers stroking my entrance go still while the corner of his mouth quirks. “Sunshine, I’m 6’5, weigh 275 pounds, and I’m built to scale. That pretty pink pussy of yours was stretched so tight around my cock, my legs went numb while I was working my way in.” His hooded, black gaze skims over my cum-covered belly before dipping lower to the tattooed hand he has wedged between my legs. “I think it’s more than a little.”
His blunt assessment stains my cheeks. Went’s right—I don’t know how big he is exactly but I know its way bigger than I’m used to. Remembering how it felt to have him push his way inside me, inch by agonizingly slow inch, my knees begin to shake. My pussy stretching around his thick shaft, wider and wider. Working himself deeper and deeper. The stinging burn of it buried under layers of pleasure, I barely felt it at all while it was happening. But now…
“Okay, fine…” Staring up at his reflection, I feel my eyebrows knit together, not quite ready to concede. “More than a little, but—”
“But you still want more.” He gives me that same knowing smirk he gave me the morning he woke up to find me standing over him, staring at him while he slept on the couch. “You know what I think?” The fingers pressed against my entrance slip lower to stroke the sensitive stretch of skin behind my tight, aching pussy, the tips of them brushing against my asshole. “I think I may have created a greedy little cock slut.”
Stunned, I open my mouth to deny it but my indignation is short lived, chased away on a soft gasp when I feel his cum-slicked fingers shift again, sliding inside me so slowly and carefully I feel like I’m being turned inside out. Knees instantly turned to water, my arms fly up and back to wrap around his neck, trying to keep myself upright. “Went—"
“There’s no shame in it. Wanting to fuck...” He whispers it in my ear while he fucks me with his fingers, pulling them out slowly, almost completely before easing them back in. “It’s not a bad thing….” My eyes slam shut and my back arches on a moan when the heel of his hand starts to rub against my clit. “You deserve to feel good…” The pulse and grind of it timed perfectly to the slow, steady pump of his fingers inside me. “To be with someone who wants to make you feel that way.” The hand gripped around my throat gives me a quick, tight pulse, a moment before I hear Went growl in my ear. “Open your eyes, Sunshine...” The fingers buried inside me find that place again—the place I didn’t even know existed until Went showed it to me—and begins to give it soft, feathery strokes. “I want you to see something.”
Forcing my eyes open, I feel my pussy give a hard clench at the sight of us. Went’s hand buried between my legs, fingers fucking me, deep and slow. His other hand wrapped around my throat, thumb pressed against the steady pound of my pulse. My back arched, hips tilted and flexing into the press of his hand. Shoulders dug into the wide, muscular wall of his chest to keep myself steady. Breasts lifted higher by the angle of my arms flung around the back of his neck, swaying with every pump and stroke he’s giving me with his fingers. The heat and pressure of it building with every breath until my legs start to shake and I feel a long, desperate moan claw its way up my throat.
“There it is….” The hand between my legs pushed itself deeper on another growl while the one around my throat giving me another quick, squeezing pulse. “I want you to see how fucking beautiful you look, covered in my cum.” Devil black gaze still locked onto the reflection of mine, he lowers his head to graze his slightly parted lips against the crook of my shoulder. The teasing tip of his tongue, trailing along the taut angle of it. “How perfect you look when you come for me.” Lips grazing the tight hinge of my jaw on its way to my ear. “Are you ready?”
I’m not.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for Went.
The things he does to me.
The way he makes me feel.
The things he makes me want.
Things I’m beginning to suspect I might not be able to live without.
“Yes…” Fingers slipping into his hair, I tighten my grip. “Please. I—”
“Say it…” His teeth close over my lobe for a second, giving it a punishing nip that tingles against my stiff, aching nipples and rolls my hips, grinding my clit against the heel of his hand on a desperate, mewling whimper. “Fuck…” The hand around my throat gives me another quick pulse, the squeeze of it telling me just how hard he's fighting for control. “I want to hear you admit what a greedy little cock slut you’ve turned out to be.”
Wanting to fuck… it isn’t a bad thing.
You deserve to feel good.
To be with someone who wants to make you feel that way.