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I pointed at her. “You’re going to pay for that on your knees, you little brat.”

“I can’t fucking wait.”

I softened. Every single thing inside of me—soft for her. “Don’t stay out too late tonight, okay? And be careful.”

“I’d go home with you right now if I could, but I promised my friends I’d stick with them until it’s over.”

She’d never sounded more like a teenager, but I didn’t tell her that. She wouldn’t like hearing it. I didn’t particularly like that I’d noticed it.

She managed to make it home a few hours later, and I was true to my word.

I’d arrived at the house and showered as soon as it was humanly possible, and I was waiting for her.

I was on her the second she walked through the door.

I took her on hands and knees in the entryway, rutting in her for so long that her legs gave out, and I had to hold her up by the hips while I drove in and out tirelessly.

I opened her cheeks and studied her, pulled out, bent down and ate her ass. I could taste my seed still in her, and it drove me wild. As I straightened I spit on her there, pushing a finger in as my dick took her cunt again. I pulled her hair roughly while my finger fucked her ass and my cock fucked her pussy. The fact that both places were already full of my cum from earlier was really getting to me. I was so revved up that I barely got her off before I pulled out, ordered her to turn around, shoved into her mouth, and came deep down her throat.

“I filled every hole. Is that what you like, you little cum whore?” I asked her roughly, tone mean as I rooted so deep down her throat that I was impressed she wasn’t gagging more. “You’re a natural little cum guzzler. Most women take a lot of practice to get that good at deep throating, but you were born to suck my cock. Now fucking take it all. Lick my dick clean. That’s right. Suck it all up, my dirty little whore.”

Afterward I took care of her. I drew us a bath and washed every inch of her lithe, overused body. I fingered her tender sex as I cleaned her. “Are you sore?”

“Not too sore for you to do whatever you want to me.” Her voice was quiet but sure.

“Don’t say that,” I said with a groan. She was going to get me going again. “It’s too much.”

“I love you,” was her reply. That was too much, as well.

I got her ready for bed. I didn’t even let her brush her own teeth. I took care of everything.

“Did you have a good night?” I asked her softly. “Was prom as good as you were hoping it would be?”

She was looking at me like I hung the moon. “It was so much better. Because of you.”

I couldn’t take her eyes for one more second. I pushed her face into my chest and kissed the top of her head.

I didn’t take her again. She was already going to be sore tomorrow.

Instead, I put us both in soft T-shirts and loose boxers, and held her until she fell asleep, and eventually followed her.

CHAPTER TWENTY

THE NEXT FEW weeks passed in a dizzy, lust-hazed blur. We kept our distance from each other at school—the open door had been sobering—but at home I had my dick in her every second we could spare. Everything else became a distant priority in comparison to that.

I was behind on all my deadlines, but I did manage to keep her on track with her homework, mainly while I was recovering between bouts of fucking.

“Listen,” I told her one afternoon as we worked out in my home gym. I lifted weights while she jogged on the treadmill and watched me with hungry eyes. “I have this monthly poker thing with some friends. It’s supposed to be at my house this time. Do you mind?”

“Mind what? If you use your own house to play poker with your friends?”

The way she worded it made the question seem silly, but I just stared at her until she gave me a straight answer.

“Of course I don’t mind,” she finally said. “Want me to go somewhere else for the night, so they don’t see me?”

“Of course not.”

“Want me to stay in my room?”