“That was…” She doesn’t finish, but that’s okay, because I know. I feel it every time we fuck too. It’s not just the sex or the orgasm, it’s something else. It’s our history, our childhoods entwined. Our paths which were always destined to cross no matter how far apart we were.
I put my hands on her waist and practically climb up her body, nipping her every now and then. I bite her thigh. A lick up her cunt. A nip to her stomach. Until I reach her breasts, sucking the hard nipple into my mouth greedily. I’m like a starved man, and I can’t get enough of her or her body.
I’ve had a permanent hard-on for two weeks now, and we’ve barely left this room other than for me to make it to class, then come straight back here to fuck her some more. She’s like heroin, and I’m addicted to her sweet scent.
“Sir,” she whimpers as I rub the pad of my thumb over her clit.
She’s sore, she’s sated, and yet she’s always eager for more.
She’s as hungry for me as I am for her, and it’s fucking killing me.
This isn’t me.
I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I’m playing it off that I’m going to end it with her soon, but every day is the wrong day. Every last time in bed with her is never enough. She’s an oasis, and I’m fucking dying of thirst.
I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, and she groans as I drag her arousal from her pussy to her asshole before flipping her over on to her stomach. I probe her hole with my finger and she opens for me like a flower, ready, eager.
Patience glances over her shoulder at me; her eyes are wide, wary but needy, and I place kisses across her shoulder and neck to calm her.
“It’s okay,” I mutter against her throat, and she nods.
She nods because she trusts me, and I’m a bastard for letting her.
I should walk away.
Or at least let her walk away with some dignity left intact. But I can’t. I need this, her. I need to defile every part of her until I’m branded on her body like a tattoo.
I’m a selfish asshole, but I don’t care.
I fist my cock in my hand and guide it to her entrance. I put a hand under her stomach and lift her ass higher, scooping up some of her dampness and rubbing it around her asshole again. I press against her, pushing in just the tip of my cock, and groan into the air, having to count backwards from five because she’s fucking perfect.
She grunts as she takes me, my cock slowly filling her up, our pulses felt in our most intimate places.
“You’re so perfect,” I mutter, biting down on her shoulder as I swirl my hips and grind into her slowly. “So fucking tight.”
I’m balls deep in her asshole and she’s panting underneath me. It’s torture and bliss all wrapped up in one. This is the first time she’s had anyone here. She doesn’t need to tell me, it’s written all over her face, her expression a mixture of pain and desire as she looks at me, her mouth open wide. She hangs her head low and groans as I move in and out of her slowly.
I squeeze her ass cheek in my hand, and for the first time ever, I lose control, squeezing her soft flesh beneath my palm until I know it will bruise. And then I fuck her. Hard.
I have no mercy as I slam into her. Fucking her virgin ass until I feel myself swelling inside, then coming in long, hot streams. She grunts and cries beneath me, but I don’t stop until I’ve milked every last drop from my cock.
Patience is trembling, her knees shaking as I slide out of her and lower her to the bed. She’s panting and sweating and there are tears in her eyes. I run my hand down the side of her face and stare into her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice rough.
She nods. “That was…” She blinks and swipes at the tears around her eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”
Her body has been used and abused over the past two weeks. I’ve fucked every part of her. Been inside every hole and spilled myself over every inch of her body. She’s swallowed my cum and taken every spanking, every slap of my hand, and every beat of my paddle without complaint.
I don’t know how I’m going to give her up.
“Hey, what’s going on behind those eyes of yours?” she asks, rolling on to her side to look at me. It’s her turn to reach up and touch my cheek now, and I turn my face to suck her thumb into my mouth.
“Nothing. Just wondering what we can do next.” I smirk, my lie tasting bitter on my tongue. I never lie, and yet the lies have been coming quick and easy with Patience. I hate it.
She laughs. “I need to shower before anything else. And then eat. And then I need to study.”
I climb over her body and grab her wrists, pinning her to the bed. “I have something for you to study,” I tease, and she laughs again.
