I took him deeper until I was gagging and tears were in my eyes. My saliva dripped down his shaft, and he hissed, hips snapping, his cock pulsing against my tongue.
“Fuck—yes—” he snarled as his teeth grazed my clit. “Swallow me, baby. Take it all.”
I did. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks as my tongue swirled the piercing, my throat working around him.
His hips jerked, and then he was coming…thick, heavy bursts flooding my mouth, down my throat, spilling past my lips. I swallowed frantically, choking, moaning,drowningin him.
At the same time his tongue lashed my clit. His fingers plunged inside me, brushing against that spot…and I exploded. I screamed around his cock, my core clenching as more of me gushedover his face.
He devoured it, sucking and groaning until I was shaking and sobbing, grinding against his mouth mindlessly.
Matty didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept thrusting into my mouth as we both rode the aftershocks. Only when I collapsed forward, trembling, did he ease me off. Cum and my juices were smeared across both our faces.
I glanced down, my eyes catching on the thick, flushed length of him. It was still somehow rigid, still leaking, pulsing against his stomach like it hadn’t just come down my throat.
“I need more,” he said hoarsely, and in the next second he spun me and slammed me down onto his cock.
I sank to the hilt, a sob tearing free as he filled me, thick and pulsing and perfect.
“Ride me,” he commanded, his voice rough with want as his hands gripped my hips. “Ride yourgod.”
I did, frantically, grinding down as he thrust up, the wetslapof skin echoing.
“I’d lock you in my room,” he gritted out. “Chain you to my bed. Fuck you every morning before practice and every night after. I’d breed you until you were dripping, until you were round with me.”
“More,” I begged, my nails raking his chest. “Tell memore.”
“I’d blackmail you into living with me,” he said hoarsely. “Find every secret, every photo, every fantasy…hold it over you until you were begging to stay. I’d film us, every scream, every orgasm, and make you watch while I fucked you again.”
I shattered. My pussy clamped down, milking him, waves of pleasure surging through me as I screamed his name.
He didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting, kepttalking.
“I’d sabotage every job, every friendship, every escape route,” he rasped. “Make the world too small for anyone but me. I’d burn this dorm down just to carry you out in my arms. I’d kill for you, Ophelia. I’ddiefor you. You’re not going anywhere.Ever.”
I came again—harder, longer—a full-body convulsion that wrenched a harsh sob from my throat as I buried my face in his neck.
He flipped me and pinned me down to the bed so I couldn’t move, his hips thrusting against me desperately before he followed me over the edge and spilled deep inside me.
I felt it seep out around him, warm and slick, dripping slowly down my thighs.
We collapsed against the bed.
For a long time, we just lay there, the world narrowed to skin and breath and the unsteady rhythms of our hearts trying to remember how to beat.
And then my tears broke loose before I could stop them. Happy tears. Disbelieving ones. They hit his shoulder, and he lifted his head, kissing me again, then again, like he couldn’t stand to leave a single part of me untouched.
“Don’t cry,” he murmured, his voice rough with something that wasn’t just exhaustion.
“I can’t help it,” I said, the words tumbling out of me. “I’ve never been this happy. It feels like my body doesn’t know what to do with it.”
His hand cupped my jaw and his thumb traced the corner of my mouth. “Then let it break you,” he said softly. “If it’s real, it should.”
His forehead rested against mine, his breathing uneven. I reached up, meaning to touch his face…and froze when my fingers brushed damp skin.
He was crying, too.
