Was this mine?
I clenched my thighs, but he scowled down at me, unhappy I wouldn’t talk about the future, but it was kind of cute because his eyes kept dropping to my breasts as he heaved with every breath.
He couldn’t stop any more than I could.
Coming down on top of me, he grabbed my throat and pushed me down. I whimpered, arching my bare back and closing my eyes as he dipped down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Ah,” I moaned.
He pushed up my skirt and reached underneath, taking my underwear and tugging.
The fabric screamed, tearing clear off my body, and I spread my legs wider, feeling his other hand still squeezing my neck.
“God, I wanna knock you up,” he said, rising up and looking down at me as he took out a condom. “I want to ruin you for all the times you made me think you didn’t want me. I want to give you a piece of me you’ll never be able to escape.”
His eyebrows were etched in anger, and for a moment, I wished he could. I’d love to have an excuse to drag him into my hellish life and keep him there forever.
I shot up, looking up at him as I took the rubber, unwrapping it myself as I kissed his stomach.
“Then pretend you are,” I whispered. “Pretend you’re going to knock me up and we’re going to do this every day.”
I tossed the wrapper, and reaching into his pants, fisting his cock as a shock coursed up my arm. He groaned at my touch and helped pull down his pants enough for me to pull him out.
God, he felt so good, and my head swarmed as I looked down at his hard muscle and stroked the soft skin.
“You’re going to have me tomorrow.” I rolled the rubber on, trailing kisses across his abs. “After school in your truck. Against the stacks in the library at lunch. Reverse cowgirl in your lap at the movie theater.”
He fisted my hair at the back of my head, his cock steel-rod straight and reaching right for me.
“My sweet, little secret,” he murmured.
He breathed hard and pushed me back onto the seat, looking down into my eyes as he reached between us to guide himself.
The thick head of his dick crowned my entrance, pushing inside just barely, and I shifted uncomfortably. “Will…”
“You’ll be mine,” he whispered, pressing himself deeper and deeper.
I groaned, stretching for him.
“You can ignore me. You can run,” he said, grunting and tipping his head back as he closed his eyes. “You can leave. You can hide…”
He slid in, burying himself to the hilt and filling me so wide and deep that I cried out just once.
“But you’re going to be fucking mine someday,” he growled. “Come hell or high water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and sit at my table and warm my fucking bed.” He kissed me. “And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.”
I whimpered, shifting under him and adjusting as he withdrew and sank back in faster and harder this time.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, the skin of my already sweaty back peeling off the seat as I arched it.
He gripped my neck again, propping himself up with the other hand as he stared down at me and entered me over and over.
I gripped his shoulders, the discomfort subsiding as the pleasure of stretching for him started to feel good.
So good.
“You’re gonna want it,” he promised, squeezing my neck. “You’re gonna beg for me and love me so much you can’t stand it.”
He picked up the pace, my breasts bobbing back and forth as he went harder, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head, his cock sliding in and out easily because I was so wet.