Double Dare(137)

So I yanked the vegetable out and with one swift move, jerked my cock out and thrust into her asshole, pushing deep into that dry, musty space. Oh fuck, she was so tight back here, it hadn’t even mattered that the cucumber had stretched her out first. Both Evie’s holes were always so small, so dirty, squeezing me, rubbing up and down my dick, the friction delicious, the slide so good that I creamed more, my cock spurting like I hadn’t come just two seconds ago, man milk inching up that back hole, lubing up her ass with my sperm.

“Ahhhh!” the brunette screamed again, body almost exploding with pleasure. “Ohhhh Stone!”

“That’s more like it,” I growled through rough pumps. “Call me Stone … or Daddy.”

But the brunette was too far gone to hear, twisting and thrashing, my dick embedded in her ass, the cucumber discarded beside us as we heaved and jerked, our fluids mixing, the sperm and pussy nectar so copious, so abundant that the sheets were soaked through, we’d have another load of laundry again.

But that’s one of the good parts of being rich. There’s people to do the cleaning for you and I wanted Evie’s body every hour of every day, laundry be damned. So I went for it, and after it was over, I teased her, my fingers trailing down her cheek lightly with my dick still stuck up her ass.

“Baby, was it good for you?” I panted, smiling as my hand absentmindedly swept over her pussy.

Evie moaned and stretched languorously, the contact electric even after an hour of mind-blowing sex. Because of course it hadn’t been accidental. I never touch Evie’s pussy accidentally, it’s always purposeful, with a thought to what my best girl wants, what she craves.

“Stone,” she murmured throatily, looking up at me with a sweet smile. “You know it’s always amazing.”

And I growled low in my throat because that was the truth of it. It’s always good between us, my girl and I are connected physically and emotionally on a level I’d never experienced. After all, I’d swept into her life and changed it forever. Sure, I’d taken her virginity as a high school student but we were so much more now. Evie had moved in with me almost immediately, moved right into my bedroom in the big house.

She’d protested at first.

“I’m not sure,” the brunette had stammered, face coloring. “You just got back,” she added pointedly.

But I was having none of it and drew her close, my hands on her ass, those luscious curves bouncy and fleshy beneath my palms.

“Either you move in here or I move into your dorm room,” I growled, looking deep into her eyes.

And she’d giggled then, swatting at my arm lightly.

“Oh Stone, you know you can’t live in the dorms, my room is so small. Besides, I have a roommate,” she added meaningfully.

But I didn’t give a fuck.

“Who cares?” I tossed out, my eyes possessive, hands cupping those sweet ass cheeks. “Your roommate can watch us have sex, watch you come hard on my dick again and again, it’s fine by me.”

And Evie had given in then, giggling, moving her stuff into my bedroom that very weekend. Because I needed to be in her at least twice a day, if not three or four times, and fuck, if I needed to move back into the dorms to get it then so be it.

But first I needed to clarify something. Holding her shoulders, I stared deep into her eyes.

“We’re a couple now,” I said firmly. “You sleep in my bed, in my house, and there are no other men, ever,” I growled threateningly.

And not at all intimidated, Evie giggled.

“Why Mr. Phillips, I had no idea you were so possessive,” she cooed. “Can I bring a male friend around now and then, you know for a study session?”

And my face darkened, my brows lowering.

“Fuck!” I ground out, fists clenched at my sides. “You don’t have any male friends, you don’t have any male teachers or male anything,” I ground out roughly.

Now Evie was really amused.

“Not even my friend Chip?” she teased.

And I exploded at that stupid name.

“That Chip dipshit doesn’t get near you after this,” I raged. I was so angry thinking that another man had touched my beautiful brunette during our year apart that I could hardly swallow, my chest tight, my lungs barely inflating. And Evie still wanted to hang out with him? Even if it was platonic, I was devastated all the same.

But Evie took pity on me then, taking my hand in hers.

“Oh Stone,” she said, her voice gentle, reading my mind. “Chip never touched me, we weren’t dating, we’ve never dated. It was always you. It’s always only ever been you,” she clarified.