“So, this was all a part of your plan? You knew we’d get back together?” I playfully bumped my shoulder against his.
He nudged me back gently. “A man can dream. And hope. And pray. I was planning on doing a bit of groveling too.”
“I should have let you.” I shot him a look.
“Cove,” he said with a warm smile. “You know I’m always willing to get on my knees for you.”
He captured my mouth with his again before I could let out a gasp. When he pulled away he smiled and said, “Now, hurry. I’ve missed witnessing your orgasms.”
“So bossy,” I teased, but led us back toward the entrance.
“So beautiful,” Weston said, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek. “So mine.”
“Yours,” I confirmed with a smile. “Always yours.”
Epilogue
Weston’s facewas buried underneath my graduation robes. I moaned quietly as his tongue played with my clit. He used his thumb to fuck me. When I began to get louder, he dared to take things a step further and teased my back entrance with his ring finger.
My hips rocked against him for more. He took a hint, inserting his fingers into both my pussy and ass.
“I’m close,” I murmured as he continued sucking.
My nails dug into his couch cushions. His moan into my cunt made my thighs clench. I pulled him closer as my orgasm began.
“I’m coming, Weston,” I screamed.
He pulled me closer, his face completely drowning in my pussy. My muscles contracted against his tongue and fingers as he swallowed every drop of me. He could eat me out for days. I could only dream of having enough stamina to let him.
“God,” he murmured after pulling away. “You always taste so fucking good.”
I giggled. He grinned while pushing himself off the ground to join me on the couch.
“Hands down,” I told him. “That was the best graduation gift anyone could have given me.”
I’d walked across the stage today to receive a Bachelor’s I never thought I’d get. I also had a group who cheered when they heard my name, another thing I didn’t think I’d get. Ari, Yara, Dakota, David, and Weston stood with whoops and screams when I walked across the stage. Weston snapped a photo of me looking dorky with my stand-in diploma.
“The gift isn’t over,” Weston told me with a grin.
My nipples hardened and my pussy felt wet again when his hands found their way under my robes. His fingers rubbed my clit in gentle strokes. I released a silent prayer, thankful Weston was renting his apartment alone. It’d killed me to have one of his former teammates walk in on us in the middle of what I’m assuming would be a marathon.
“Bend over for me?” Weston asked as he nudged his nose against my cheek. “I’ve been fantasizing about your ass in the air the second I saw you put on your cap and gown.”
“Is that so?” I teased.
“Keep this on,” he ordered, tugged at my outfit. “It’s hot, having your body covered and knowing you don’t have underwear underneath.”
“I thought you’d like that secret.” I bent over on the couch, letting Weston grab onto my waist. He slipped on a condom before sliding into my pussy. A groan released from his parted lips. His fingers tightened around my waist, holding me steady while pushed himself in and out.
“Hard,” I encouraged. “You don’t have to be gentle.”
One of his hands gathered my braids and tugged me closer. My back arched, as he pulled me near.
“You enjoy ordering me around, Cove?” His voice sounded raw in my ear. The warmth of his breath made me whimper. His free hand tugged roughly at one of my nipples. “You enjoy seeing me on my knees, begging you?”
“Yes,” I whispered in earnest. “Now, don’t. Be. Gentle.”
Weston bit my shoulder as he shoved his cock harder in and out of me. The wet sound of him going in and pulling out made my toes curl in excitement.
