“Come here.” He stared at me with thunder in his eyes.
I sat up. He took my hair, tilted my chin up. He kissed me and parted my lips. I guided his cock into my mouth—slowly at first. I licked him, tasted his precum, took him further into my throat. He groaned with utter delight. I looked up and met his eyes and knew he was in love—so deeply, stupidly in love that he’d do anything for me. I sucked him faster, sloppy, dumb, infatuated and captivated, stroking him with both hands, before he pulled me back and kissed me. His tongue explored, controlled, engrossed me. He gasped as he ripped me up to my feet then made me kneel on the couch.
He shoved me against the back, my hands gripping the cushion as his hands grabbed my hips. I felt his cock brush against my pussy—oh, fuck, he wasn’t going to fit—but he teased me first, grabbing my hair, slapping my ass.
I was pulsing for him. I was dripping. “Calvin,” I moaned.
He pressed himself inside, sliding deeper and deeper into bliss and oblivion until he filled me to the brim and I thought I might scream.
“God, yes,” he whispered. “You are what I always dreamed of. Every inch of your soaking wet cunt, little love. You’re incredible, Robyn. Your tight ass, your long legs, your lips. Your mouth was made to suck my cock and to whisper my name as you come. I want to keep you in my bed, wet and ready. I want to fuck you into submission. I want to make you come, make you scream. I want to make you hurt and feel so good, all at the same time. I want you to lose your mind, Robyn.”
He fucked me then, fucked me like I never imagined I could be fucked. He was rough, unyielding. He grabbed my hair and made me say his name as his cock pummeled me, taking me from behind. He was a savage. He was a blunt instrument. He was crude and barbaric, and it felt good, oh, so good. I was sin and lust. I was greed and the pleasure and the pain made me feral with want.
“Fuck me, Calvin,” I panted. “Fuck me harder. Make me scream. Make me come. God, your hands feel so good. Slap me harder.”
He spanked me, again and again, his cock taking me deep, slick and wild. We were both sweating, moaning. I panted with want and gasped as he turned me around, pinning my back on the couch, my hands above my head. I was dominated and broken, and he fucked me, licked my breasts, bit my lips, grabbed my hips so hard there’d be bruises, and I was lost, lost, lost in him, in his thick cock, in his wild eyes and hands.
I came with his name on my tongue, again and again. He roared his delight and filled me to the brim, coming like a lion. I gasped and arched my back and wanted more, more, more, and we were dizzy together, floating and swirling in orgasm, until I finally touched down, lying in his arms.
Sweat cooled on my skin. His breath came slow and rumbling. “How did we get here?” I asked, blinking away the last vestiges of the orgasm.
“I believe you came over to tell me something about my mother. I decided to fuck you instead.”
“I’m pretty sure I initiated this time.”
“Did you?”
“Kissed you first.”
“That’s right,” he purred, grinned. “So you did.”
I blushed deeply. “Don’t be a dick.”
“I’d never dream of it. But you’re right. And did I see you sucking on your engagement ring while my cock was buried between your legs?”
“If you’re going to be disgusting, I’m going to leave.”
“I don’t find it disgusting,” he said, kissing my shoulder. “There’s nothing more perfect.”
“Shut up,” I said, smiling, and pressed my face against his chest. His arms were like blankets, soft and comforting. “Are you really going to drop out of Blackwoods?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t want you to. I’m sure Des and Addler and Jarrod don’t either.”
“I’m not sure I have a choice.”
“There’s always a choice. There has to be another way.”
“I should’ve waited until senior year.” He let out a long breath. “But I was afraid you’d get away.”
I left my head, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“I couldn’t wait any longer.” He looked across the room, still lost in the haze, a smile on his lips. “I needed to have you.”
“I thought this was about winning your company.”
“It’s about that. But it’s always been about you.”
I opened my mouth and shut it again. I slowly peeled my body from his, one arm coming up to cover my breasts the best I could and mostly failing. His eyes strayed from my lips to the nipple I couldn’t quite hide.