Page 16 of Schooling Lucy (Off Limits #1)

Epilogue

R OMAN

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 right there ?

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 over a 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 sink into 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 was hovering over me, dipping his cock in and out of my mouth, encouraging me to take it further.

I lifted my head just as he tucked his dick back into my mouth. I gagged as I took him to the back of my throat.

"Fuck! You dirty little slut. All you need is just a taste of my dick, and you've turned into Daddy's little whore."

His words were like gasoline on my already burning pussy.

I humped the air like a fiend, needing relief but not wanting to give up the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth.

Tears leaked down the side of my face, and spit trickled out of my mouth, but I kept going, addicted to the taste of his pre-come and how his cock roughly slid in and out of my mouth.

"You suck my dick so good, baby. You were made to suck my dick, weren't you?"

He pulled out, giving me a moment's reprieve to catch my breath.

I swallowed in gulps of air as he murmured words of praise.

His cock hung over me, its length glistening with my saliva, and his heavy balls grazed across my mouth.

I stuck my tongue out, bathing the sacs with my spit before pulling them into my mouth for a gentle suck.

He groaned on top of me as he held himself over my face. "If your father knew you were sucking my balls in your mouth after gagging on my cock, he'd fucking kill me. But you like it, don't you? Like sucking Daddy's cock when there's a chance you'll get caught? Makes your pussy wetter, doesn't it?"

I moaned as I licked the underside of his cock, mouthing at his balls and licking at his taint until he shuddered over me and pulled away.

"You dirty little slut. Like licking Daddy's cock, you want in on his asshole, too?"

"Yesss," I moaned as I reached up to stroke his dick. It felt silky in my hands, and I jerked at it, needing his spray of come on my body.

But Roman had other ideas.

"I finally get to own you publicly. I'm not coming anywhere except in your tight pussy."

I pouted up at him. "We've been fucking for months."

"At the backseat of my car," he growled before bending down to kiss my puffy lips. "I finally get you on a bed. Without a time limit."

Another hard, punishing kiss had me gasping, desperate for him to fuck me already. I didn't care how he did it - in my pussy, ass, or with his mouth on me. I needed him. His come on or in me, mixing with my juices.

He kneeled back, grabbing my legs and placing them on his shoulders.

He leaned down, practically folding me in half.

My legs protested, but I breathed through the burn.

It would be nothing compared to his big cock pushing into me.

I threw my head back and cried out when I felt the head of his dick spear through my folds.

"Fucking tight pussy," he grunted as he pushed through.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I yelled, uncaring how loud I was. "You're so big," I gasped..

"All. The. Better. To. Fuck. You. With." He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

I was unable to move. I could only grab what I could and hold on while he plowed my wet cunt.

My tits jiggled as he rammed into me, thrusting in and out with a wild rhythm that had me gasping and groaning.

I sounded like a crazed, wonton, sex-mad banshee.

My toes flexed above his head as his hips moved roughly.

"Tightest fucking cunt. I can feel you squeezing me. Never felt a pussy this good."

"Don't stop," I begged. "Fuck me, Roman. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

I grabbed the headboard behind me as his thrusts banged the wood against the wall.

At the back of my mind, I could still hear the loud thumping of music and the muted tones of voices and laughter.

I just hoped that no one was in the room next to us because they would be in no doubt as to what we were doing.

I could feel that delicious lick of pleasure start to build.

"I'm gonna come!" No sooner had the words left me that my back bowed.

White light shot behind my closed lids as red-hot pleasure engulfed my writhing frame.

I heard Roman groan on top of me as his come shot inside, spraying my pulsing pussy as my own juice squirted.

I felt his hand roughly grab my chin before his tongue stroked inside my mouth, drowning my whimpers.

My legs fell from his shoulders as he angled his head and kissed my bruised lips.

The thrust of his hips filtered out as he collapsed on top of me briefly, careful not to put his weight on my body.

Our kiss turned slow before they became small pecks.

"Fuck," he breathed into my mouth. "So fucking good."

"Hmm," I agreed lazily.

He moved to fall beside me, pulling me into his arms. "That was worth all the heartache and sneaking around. I love you so much, baby."

I kissed his damp shoulder, petting his chest hair lovingly. "I love you, too."

The sounds of the party infiltrated our intimate setting. The real world knocked, but this time, we were free to live our love out in the open instead of fear and worry.

"Fuck, I hope my Dad isn't looking for me." I hoped he hadn't heard us, too.

Roman gave a sound of amusement. "I think your Dad is sufficiently occupied."

I glanced up at Roman in puzzlement. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing," he quickly said. "Just that he seemed to really be enjoying the party."

I groaned. "He's not drunk, is he?"

I felt his lips kiss my head. "No. Definitely not drunk."

I sighed in contentment, snuggling further into his arms. "Well, now that I'm graduated, I hope he won't give us a hard time anymore."

"Oh, I have a feeling he'll be very supportive of us from now on."

I frowned again. "Why does it feel like you're speaking in riddles?"

He laughed before turning me back under him. "It's nothing, baby. I'm just happy." He rubbed his nose against mine. "I just think your Dad understands our relationship now."

I hooked my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "I hope so."

Our kiss turned heated quickly, as it always did. I pushed him back and climbed on top. "I'm not done with you yet."

He grinned, gripping my hips and guiding my wet flesh over his hard cock. I threw my head back and moaned as I sunk down onto his big dick.

"We have a lifetime together, baby, and I still won't be done with you."

I couldn't wait.