“This is wrong, so wrong.”
“I was never good at doing the right thing.”
Art flicks his tongue rapidly across my clit. My back arches off the bed as my thighs tighten around his head. I thread my fingers through his silky hair. His tongue ring hitting my sensitive nub increases the pleasure. He devours my pussy until rapture consumes my entire being.
I bite my bottom lip as shivers overtake my body. My eyes slowly open.
“Art,” I moan, as the last tremors subsides.
It’s not a dream. A naked Art is in my bedroom, his head between my legs, lapping at my pussy.
“Art, what are you doing?” I whisper.
He lifts his head. “I told you I’d be waiting for you when you got back.”
“No, we can’t let this happen again. Please leave.”
“If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll take it. Did you really think one night of fucking you would be enough for me? You’re not stupid. You knew I’d be coming back for more.”
God help me, because damn if I don’t want more of him.
He kisses my stomach, pushing my T-shirt up to dip his tongue in my navel. Once he’s had his fill, he licks his way up my body to explore my breasts. He sucks my left nipple into his warm mouth while lightly pinching the other until it becomes a hard point. Art’s free hand ventures to my cunt to glide his fingers through the creamy wetness there. His finger travels to my rectum to penetrate my virgin ass. The lubricated digit slides in easily. My body undulates under him. I trail kisses across his forehead. He roughly flips me over. His large body covers my back—his substantial weight pressing me into the mattress. He positions the broad head of his penis at my entrance. I make soft mewling noises as he slowly works his way into my still sore pussy. He doesn’t start off fast and furious like the first time, but still the effect is just as profound. Art’s big dick stretches me so deliciously. This boy is so fucking intoxicating to my senses. We moan in unison when he fills me to the brim.
“Two fucking weeks, and you’re already under my fucking skin,” Art growls in my ear. “How the fuck did you do that?” he asks, thoroughly confused.
I whimper when he bites my neck, causing a stinging pain. I know he broke skin. Art cannot give me pleasure without first inflicting pain. He entwines his fingers with mine and takes possession of my mouth, kissing me with an intensity that leaves me dizzy. He pulls out of me then rams back in, balls deep. My soaked pussy makes wet sounds with every agonizingly slow move forward.
“You make me forget, and you make me want,” he says angrily.
“My life was perfect before you came here. You ruined everything,” I return with my own anger.
“That’s our fate then. We’ll ruin each other.” He captures my lips again.
His fucking becomes barbaric, like a sudden madness overtakes him. He makes me feel… He makes me feel explosive—he’s the match, and I’m the fuse.
“Art, stop, we’re making too much noise.”
His pace doesn’t falter, instead it increases tenfold.
“Josh will hear us.”
“Fuck him.”
My mind-blowing climax leaves me a puddle of nerves. I bite into the mattress to muffle my screams. He sounds like a wild animal as his teeth dig into my shoulder. The noises he emits are unintelligible. He fucks me with wild abandon until he finally shudders, then goes lax. His heavy weight is comforting. When he’s composed enough, he slips from my body, gets dressed then leaves my bedroom without a word.
Fucking shit, I can’t get enough of her. I’m completely reckless when it comes to Cin. I waited until midnight to silently make my way upstairs to her bedroom. I was afraid her door would be locked, but the fact it wasn’t was like an open invitation. I watched her sleep for a few minutes before stripping out of my clothes. I didn’t know how she would react to my presence in her bedroom, but she didn’t fight me—instead she accepted me. Fuck, her pussy is therapeutic. I have no idea if she’s on birth control, and I never asked. I really need to ask her about that. There’s absolutely no way I want to bring a kid into my fucked-up life. I wouldn’t know how to be a good father. Common sense evaporated the moment my dick slid inside her pussy. Releasing my cum into her warm wetness transported me to paradise. I could fuck her every night and never get enough of her delectable body. But after being in her paradise, my mind took me to a dark place as I slumbered. My escape in Cin will always be temporary.
She was already gone by the time I left for school. My eyes continuously wander to the entrance of the classroom door, waiting her arrival like some pussy-whipped bitch. Fuck it, Cin does have the best pussy I’ve ever had, so maybe I am addicted to it.
My classmates saunter into the room with gloomy faces, dragging their feet, pissed off because it’s Monday morning again. Most of them are hung over as fuck. Finally, Cin enters the classroom with Trevor. I smirk when my eyes land on their entwined hands—aww, how sweet.If only he knew my dick was buried in her pussy for the last two days. Cin’s frantic eyes seek me out. She’s a nervous wreck. My smirk turns into a smile. I like to see her squirm. She doesn’t know what to expect from me. Will I tell Trevor or not? That’s the question running through her mind right now, even though I already told her I wouldn’t and I won’t—at least not for now. I openly watch her, even as they take their seats in their usual spots.
“Stop staring at my fucking girlfriend,” Trevor demands.
“I can’t. She looks good enough to eat.”
“That’s it, motherfucker.” Trevor jumps up.
Cin is right behind him, clutching his arm, trying to stop him. I left my chair to meet him halfway the moment he stood. I’m not going to let him get the jump on me. We’re in each other’s faces now.
