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  Once I had him spotless, he pulled me up close and kissed me roughly. It was like seeing me slurp up his seed was a button of his that I had pressed. And I didn’t know guys would kiss you after you suck down their load. No guy I had blown before would. Maybe it’s a preference thing. Or maybe he’s just so turned on that nothing could turn him off.

  He started pulling my pants up for me and pulled his own up after. Once I freshened up my appearance so I didn’t look like I’d just got reamed, we stepped out. No one paid us the slightest bit of attention as we moved downstairs. With no Sebastian in sight, Prescott offered to drive me home so he knew I got home safe. We held hands in the car and he kissed me goodnight.

  Every time we saw each other after that night, we’d steal kisses behind Bass’s back and shoot lustful glances at each other. The timing just never worked out for us to finish what we started. Just one week later, I was fucking myself to the flashbacks of what happened between the two of us and snapped some pictures. I sent him a couple pictures of my fingers in my pussy, a pictures of my tits, everything. He responded back telling me how sexy I was and how he couldn’t stop touching himself. How he kept imagining it was him sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy. He may or may not have also mentioned claiming my asshole, taking each and every piece of virginity I possessed. What. A. Fucking. Turn. On.

  Fast forward one week to tonight, when I’m taking matters into my own hands and trying to carve out time for Pres and I to be alone. It’s been two weeks since Prescott and I have discovered our feelings for each other and the passion those bring. It’s all I’m really concentrating on, and it dawns on me that I never replied to Bass when he called out for me. Smoking weed makes me spacey. Though how he still hasn’t spotted me is concerning, considering how intelligent the kid is. I stand up from the couch I was sitting on and move my way through the crowd to where he’s standing.

  “I’m right here,” I call to him over the sound of the music and the sound of everyone else’s voices.

  “I thought you might have retreated to your room,” he yells over the background noise, grinning slightly manically.

  I shake my head with my right eyebrow raised and smirk. Really, he should know better. I’m practically the life of the party.

  “Have you seen Pres? I lost sight of him like an hour ago or so and I’m not sure where he went.”

  “No, it’s been awhile. Why? Did you need him for something? You guys don’t usually keep tabs on each other once the partying has commenced.” I inquire, wondering why the sudden interest in his buddy’s activities.

  “Nah, I just want to make sure he’s having fun. After today, there’s probably not going to be any appropriate time for him to bone any schoolmates since he’ll have graduated. I want him to bury his beak in whoever floats his boat in case he won’t see her again. No regrets, dude!” he exclaims, throwing a fist in the air.

  “Well, whatever he’s going, I’m sure he’s having a blast. And I’m sure he’ll get it in tonight. No doubts about either of you,” I said as I struggle against a grin. In my head, I’ve already planned how I’m going to corner Pres and sneak into my room, climbing on his lap and impaling myself on his huge cock. Utilizing that great poker face, I quickly smooth my features out and give my brother a vaguely disinterested look.

  “I’m gonna go fill up, do you need anything?” I ask Bass, hoping that he declines my offer so I can go find that sexy hunk of a man.

  “No, I’m good,” he wiggles his beer bottle, “You go ahead, have fun.”

  Ask and you shall receive. I smile and walk off, in search of a certain hottie. I find Prescott leaning against the stair railing, half-heartedly engaging in conversation with a group of cheerleaders. He meets my gaze almost immediately, as if he can sense my presence once I enter the room. He smiles that crooked sexy smile, winks at me with those sexy green eyes, and gestures upstairs. The ball is in my court and I hope that soon the balls are slapping against my ass. I smile and wink back, taking the initiative by walking past him up the stairs. I go to my door and slip in, headed straight for my bed. I had dressed in my sexy lingerie set this morning; baby blue lace thong with a matching plunge bra. I pose myself on the bed and wait.

  Only a couple minutes pass before Pres stealthily sneaks in, silently closing and locking the door behind him. He looks over at the bed, and freezes once he lays eyes on me. I think he genuinely stops breathing for a moment. His intense eyes rove over my entire body and feast on my exposed skin. He begins breathing heavily, but still doesn’t move any closer.

  “You just going to stand there and watch? Or are you gonna make me cum and shake on your cock?” I ask with a raised brow and just enough sass that I know it’ll turn him on even more.

  His eyes flash with dominance and he starts stalking towards me, like a predator with prey in its sights.

  CHAPTER THREE

  I lay on my back with my heart racing, the anticipation causing a head to toe flush. As I raise up on my elbows, I tilt my head back and bask in the moonlight that’s shining through my window. I know that the lighting at this angle in the bed undoubtedly makes me look sexier than sin, because I have a long floor length mirror against the wall opposite the bed. This is the same position I was in when I took those sexy pictures for Pres, and he certainly enjoyed it then.

  My breath hitches as he gets close enough to the bed that he bumps against the corner, causing the whole mattress to shift slightly. Just that small movement causes the heat inside me to flare and my pussy to throb. I can’t help but moan and writhe as the sensation rolls over me. He is laser focused on my every reaction, so he sees it immediately and hones in. He can clearly see how aroused I am; I’m practically gushing.

  He leans forward, crawling onto the bed. His hands glide up the mattress, clutching the comforter as he internally wrestles with the urge to jump on top of me. Once he reaches my calf, his hands gently slide over my skin until they tickle the back of my knee. I giggle breathlessly and bite my lower lip. He starts kissing his way up my legs until he gets to my soaked panties and hovers over, breathing deeply. Committing my arousal to memory, it seems like. Then he continues on his path all the way to my mouth, teasing the flesh his fingers strum over. He leaves no skin untouched. It’s as if he’s worshipping me.

  My body feels like it’s humming by the time he reaches my face. His breath washes over my face, smelling of mint and tequila. I’m so turned on right now that it smells enticing and I crave tasting it. I pull his head towards mine and lick up his neck, sucking his ear lobe when I reach it.

  As I kiss and nip my way to his mouth, he whispers, “You look so incredibly beautiful right now. God, you’re a damn seductress.”

  “Mmm, you make me feel so sexy. I didn’t think I could crave someone this badly,” I reply alluringly, hands wandering as my mouth tastes it’s way to his. I inhale deeply as my nose buries into his neck. His smell has always been intoxicating to me. Prescott always wore Hugo Boss as his signature scent, and having it surround me as we tease each other to the brink sends shivers down my spine and goosebumps across my entire body. Once his lips meet mine, electricity sparks. Every cell, every fiber of my being feels his body pressing against mine as his tongue slides in against my own.

  “Camille, I want to make this so good for you. Do you trust me?” Pres inquires sincerely, gazing into my eyes. He takes a deep breath and continues, “I can read your body, but not your mind. So we need a safe word for you to tell me when I’m pushing past your boundaries.”

  Not knowing much at all about these things, I blurted out, “Mango Madness!”

  He looked at me strangely for a moment, before bursting into full belly laughter. I can’t help but to smile, feeling an embarrassing blush spread over my cheeks. As his laughter subsides, he smiles at me with a look of adoration on his face and says, “Mango Madness, it is.”

  His grin starts to morph into a smolder as fire rises behind his eyes, and he grips my hips tightly. He starts to grind his
clothing covered groin against my moist center and any tenderness he began with has disappeared. He suddenly seems like a starving man that needs his fill of me. Anticipation rises from the tip of my toes to the top of my head, causing my nipples to harden and a gush to be released from my pulsating pussy. My mind swirls as he reaches for my throat and slips his hand into my underwear, rubbing my clit. I’ve been on the edge for so long that I instantly shatter.

  I ride the sensations in a multicolor dimension that erupts in my mind, barely aware of what else is happening on to my body. Before I can fully come down from my euphoria, he pushes a finger inside me and a second follows soon after. I moan against the pressure, whimpering a bit when he thrusts a third in. He’s trying to stretch me to accommodate his size, and while I expected that, I didn’t expect it to feel so good. I’d fooled around with guys before, but no one has ever made me feel like this. Pres is like my own special brand of heroin and I’m absolutely addicted to everything that is him. We’re desperate for each other, intoxicated by the moment.

  As he continues to work me open with his fingers, I slide my hands in between our bodies to shove his pants down. Once they shift down his thighs, I grip him firmly in my hand and stroke him from base to tip. It’s instinctual to rub my thumb across the tip and tease the slit. Hearing this sexy man moan and groan as I play with him gives me an immense dose of confidence, and I push his chest enough to get some space between us. I try to scoot down the bed to take him in my mouth, but he growls and yanks me back up roughly while grabbing my throat tighter.

  “I’m running this show; don’t forget who’s in charge here. The gesture it appreciated, but everything I’m doing is to prep you. It’ll be better for the both of us and I’ll get mine eventually, don’t you worry. You’re my main priority right now.” His voice sounds husky, almost gravelly. That’s the biggest indication I have had that he is as affected by this as me, if you don’t count his raging hard on.

  “Yes, Sir,” I replied, my voice trembling as my body shakes. I meant to sound more mocking and sarcastic, but it came out needy and submissive. Clearly my nerves are becoming apparent even through the intense arousal.

  He froze for a split second, before jumping to life and ravaging my mouth while he pumps his thick fingers inside me. I use my firm hold on his cock to pump him at the same pace using my own fluids as lubrication while I moan into his mouth. It doesn’t take long for another mind-numbing orgasm to hit and Prescott muffled my scream with his own mouth, sucking on my tongue while I grind against his hand. I don’t think I’ve ever came so many times in a row. Is this a thing? If so, I give it a ten out of ten. I get why people are so sex crazed, I think to myself as the cloud dissipates from my mind.

  Once his hand is soaking wet, he pulls it from me. He must know I’m ready because he wraps my thighs around his waist and lines himself up at my entrance, giving me a questioning look in a moment of hesitation. He hovers there for a couple seconds before it clicks for me that he’s waiting for me to encourage him and assure him that he has my consent. He’s giving me a chance to change my mind before we go through with it. Giving him my own look of certainty, I lift my hips and press my opening against his thick, almost purple tip.

  He groans loudly before thrusting inside, impaling me in one plunge. I feel a rip and a sharp pain deep inside my core, stealing my breath. At my gasp, he stills with his balls against my ass and his pelvis flush against my aching labia. We both pant as we wait for my channel to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Once the pain subsides, I wiggle my hips and am rewarded with a sharp exhale from Prescott. He starts rubbing his finger in circles around my clit, teasing but not touching it directly until I moan, “Please Pres, it feels so good. I need more.”

  “You like that? Hmm? You want me to fuck you? You want me to make you my own little whore?” He asks in a rough tone of voice, making me clench around him. Apparently dirty talk does it for me. He has my thighs wrapped around his waist and slaps my ass hard enough to welt. Sleeping with Pres isn’t for the weak-hearted it seems. Every time he does something raw and primal, it makes me gush.

  “Fuck, yeah. Make me yours, Pres.” I barely sputter out before he pulls out and stops just short of leaving me empty. He thrusts in and out again, causing a delicious friction mixed with a tinge of pain. It’s such an exquisite feeling, I don’t think it could be replicated in any other way. I feel this incredible fullness that I’ve never felt before, even with toys. He fits so well inside me, like I was molded to be filled by him.

  As he glides in and out, he picks up steam and begins thrusting harder until I’m yelping slightly each time he slams in. I whimper in need because apparently my body is craving this rough pounding in a way that I never knew I needed. He reads my body so easily and increases his pressure while finally rubbing my clit and squeezing the sides of my throat. The combination of pleasure causes an orgasm to build quickly inside me and I explode over his dick. He leans forward to absorb my cry and bite my lower lip. I ride my ecstasy and can feel his throbbing shaft swell inside of me.

  “You want my cum, Camille? Hmm? You want to feel me fill you up with my spunk and be my little cum slut?” He asks, shakily. I know he’s on the edge and I want nothing more than to push him over.

  “Yes, Pres. Fill me up with your hot cum, I want to feel it coat my pussy and leak out on my thighs.” The thought of that is incredibly erotic. He reaches down to rub my pussy lips as he thrusts into me to moisten his middle finger and I feel it press against my asshole. He slips it in to the first knuckle and the unexpected intrusion sets me off again. I didn’t think I had another orgasm in me, but Prescott seems to know my body better than I do. As I release a loud moan, I can tell he feels my cum gush against him. My body clenching around him sends him shattering, because he immediately groans, stilling before pumping into me a few more times. I can feel spurt after spurt fill me up as he loses control. His face goes slack and his gorgeous green eyes roll back. It’s a beautiful sight to see. Once he’s finished spilling his seed, he kisses me and pulls out. I feel the initial flood as his semen flows down over my asshole. He leans back and looks at it, mesmerized.

  “You look so beautiful coated in my cum. Seeing that asshole covered in it makes me want to fill it next.” He croaks in a spent voice, out of breath as he uses his finger to push his cum into my ass.

  I reach down to play with it and look down, expecting to see more blood since he so thoroughly destroyed my hymen. Some of his cum is tinged red, for sure, but not much of it. His dick has some blood on it, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Pulling himself out of his trance, he hops off the bed to grab a towel from my adjoined bathroom. When he returns, he cleans me up tenderly with a warm wet washcloth and wipes himself off.

  “That was perfect, Prescott. Thank you for making it so good for me.” I mumble as sleepiness creeps in, creating a haze over my brain. He crawls up beside me on the bed and pulls me close, covering the both of us with my comforter. I don’t think that could have gone any better. I hadn’t thought I was into ass play, and something about it was so deliciously dirty that I don’t know if I would have felt comfortable doing it with anyone else. And the spanking? The choking? My God, this man had me panting like a dog and erupting like a geyser. It was the best possible way for me to lose my virginity. Doesn’t everyone dream of the love of their life popping their cherry? I drift off to sleep with Pres whispering sweet nothings in my ear and reveling in the feeling of complete bliss, the warmth of his embrace, and the Return of the Mack playing at the party downstairs.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  I wake up with my smile on my face and a deliciously tender pussy. I reach out and realize I’m alone in my bed, but that Prescott left a tiger lily on the empty pillow. I didn’t realize that he pays enough attention to know my favorite flower and it’s small gestures like that that make my heart soar. I grab the flower and inhale deeply, recounting the events of the night before. I am most definitely sore and swollen, so I’ll have to be careful how
I move and sit today. It was so worth it though. The amount of pleasure I felt was incredible. I didn’t know it could be so good. That just goes to show you that it makes a major difference when you choose the right person.

  I bask in bed, enjoying the sun’s rays as they soak into my skin. Giving my body a good stretch, I drag myself up and head over to the bathroom to relieve my bladder and brush my teeth. After I turn on the light and look in the mirror, I do a double take. My eye widen as I look closer. My lips are swollen and slightly bruised, I have hickeys on my neck, and bite marks on my breasts and thighs. I am definitely going to have to do some damage control to cover all that. Leggings and an oversized tee for the win, because shorts and a tank top just isn’t going to cut it. Mentally cursing Florida weather for being too warm in late May to bundle myself up, I continue readying myself for the day.