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“You better cum hard, Emmaline, because whatever cream you provide is what I’m using to lube up your ass while I finger your pussy,” Ethan says, lips trailing my spine.

Holy fuck.

I know I have the same words, but I in no way want to use them. I want every hole of my body to belong to Ethan, and the idea of using my cum to fuck me more is just so intensely hot that I can’t stand the idea of waiting a second longer.

I don’t have to wait much longer. Ethan's teeth are on my earlobe and he sinks his teeth into me. I yelp, and his hands working me over make my shatter around his hand. His fingers milk every drop of cream from my aching, greedy pussy and I’m desperate for him to keep going.

And I want that forbidden, incredible pleasure of that massive cock deep in my ass. I'm so wet just thinking about it that my thighs are streaked with pussy juices sliding down from my arousal.

“Fuck my ass, Ethan. Claim me so much that you write your name over all of my insides,” I tell him. It's silly and dramatic, but if you’re paying attention, you know that’s the only level we operate at. The knob is either on zero or eleven with us, there’s no in-between.

“I want all your virgin holes,” Ethan growls. “I’m going to fuck your mouth after this, all your holes should be stuffed with my cock as much as possible.”

Holy fuuuuuuck. I think my pussy is actually clapping right now, just fluttering so hard from the post-orgasm waves still surging through me.

Ethan slides his hand back and lubes up his cock and then presses a hand against my back to bend me over. “Push out with me and it will feel strange, but let me open you up, princess,” Ethan commands.

I obey, and that’s all I want. To be filled with his cock and to obey his every order. They meld together in a potent cocktail of lust.

“And breathe for me, baby. It will feel so much better if you don’t fight me. And you use your safe words if you need to, of course,” Ethan says, sweeping some of my hair back and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Yes,” I say, my breathing ragged. “Use me so good, Ethan. I fucking need it,” I moan.

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He presses the head of his cock to my ass, and Ethan starts to thrust in. I push out against him, I keep breathing, and I follow his every order. Ethan fucks into my ass so deep and I feel fuller than I ever have in my life. He doesn’t pump yet and I get used to the sensation of him stretching and filling me up so completely. I need him so deep inside of me and I’m crying out with so many moans. He’s not even pumping me and I’m going to cum, I swear, my legs are shaking desperately.

“Still good for me, Emmaline?” Ethan asks. I can hear the restraint in his voice. With Ethan fucking his cock so deep into me, I know that it's taking everything not to start thrusting so hard.

And that’s exactly what I want.

“I-I’m going to cum, please fuck me, please,” I whimper.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty little angel,” Ethan says, and I feel his fingers slide into my pussy. “Now that you’re stuffed so full, I’m going to fuck your ass and your pussy. I want you to cum so hard you can’t walk back to your dorm, Emmaline. Don’t hold back.”

I want that…but we’re also in his office. Fuck, if ever there was a way to not get caught, it would be when you’re getting double penetrated by your professor.

But umm his cock is so deep up my ass it could be his arm up to my elbow, and his thick fingers are stuffed in my pussy.

Fuck it.

Strike that…

“Fuck me,” I groan.

“Yes, princess,” Ethan says. His fingers pump furiously into me, and his cock strokes long and hard deep into my ass. He takes long strokes to fuck into my ass but he never fully exits me, and Ethan keeps his fingers deep in me despite how hard and fast he’s pumping, so I’m full to the brim from him fucking me.

I’m mewling out with the full force of my lust surging through me but I swallow every scream the best that I can. I breathe in staccato second after second because of how furiously Ethan is stuffing my pussy and my ass. I need to be able to stay quiet but feel absolutely everything with maximum intensity. I want to not just for the pleasure, but because Ethan told me to do it. I crave being obedient to him.

He keeps fucking me until I hear him grunting, hard, and I know that he’s close to cumming. I’m shattering at the forceful, total claiming and just how totally he’s fucking me and I’m desperate to have all of him.

There’s just one hole left that he hasn’t fucked.

“Cum in my mouth, please,” I beg, shouting it out but hoping it wasn’t too loud. It probably wasn’t because the force of how hard he’s fucking me makes it difficult to make more than what almost amounts to wheezing. I must sound ridiculous, but I don’t give a shit, I just want Ethan to never stop fucking me.