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By:Madison Faye






Christina started to gasp faster and faster, her hands clutching at my hair and her cute little breasts rising and falling as she started to moan louder. I swirled my tongue around her clit sucking gently as I pushed a finger inside and started curl it forward. Her hips began to buck faster and faster to the tune of her whining moans, and I could taste more and more of her honey flood my tongue.





“Oh my fucking God, I think I’m- I’m going- oh FUCK”





I wrapped my lips around her clit and she went off like a rocket, screaming like a banshee as came hard against my tongue. Her fingers yanked my hair painfully hard, but I was too fucking turned on and too into making her come again and again on my tongue to give a shit.





Finally, she whimpered as her butt dropped back to the bed, and she gently pushed my head away from her.





“Holy fucking shit…” she whimpered as I moved onto the bed. “That was..OH.”





She moaned as I pushed my cock against her dripping wet pussy and started to push inside. The gentleman in me would’ve given her a second to catch her breath. The animal inside wanted to fuck her right then and there until I emptied every single drop of my seed inside of her.





Christina’s legs wrapped around my waist, and I grunted as I drove in deep, deep until my balls were pressed against her ass and her eyes rolled back in her head.





“God are you big!” She moaned.





“Jesus are you tight,” I growled. I mean fuck, she was impossibly tight around my cock, like this velvet glove gripping me tight and milking me for all I was worth. We’d have time to make love late, but right now, I ned to fuck her. I could feel the beast inside roar, and the need to fucking claim her and Goddamn breed her screaming through my veins like something primal. And that was my single mindset as I fucked her hard and deep, her fingers raking my arms, her cries of ecstasy in my ears and her pussy clenching around me. I drove in again and again, the sound of this perfect angel of a girl coming over and over again as her pussy rippled around my thick cock pushing me right to the edge.





I roared out loud as I let go, feeling my cum explode out the head of my cock and splash deep inside her. I kept fucking her as I shot blast after blast of my cum inside her tight little body, so much so that it started to leak out around where we joined.





“Holy shit did I miss that.”





“Holy shit me too,” she groaned as I pulled her into my arms. She looked up at me impishly. “Can we do that again?”





I grinned. “You want to get dinner?”





“Oh, yes please,” she said, before leaning in to my ear. “But first you need to fuck the shit out of me again, Mr. Weaver.”





Chapter 14

Christina





Tyler and I had dinner out at a restaurant downtown; a real date, just like he’d promised. Sure, we definitely got some looks from people around us, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the two middle-aged women who looked at us and smiled sweetly at what I’m sure they thought was a father taking his daughter out to dinner. And I sure didn’t give it a second thought when they gasped in horror and muttered under their breath when Tyler leaned across the table and kissed me like something out of a Hollywood movie.





After dinner, we jumped in a cab back to the dorms. Tyler had booked a room for the night at a great hotel, and I couldn’t wait to spend the night with him, but I did need some stuff back at campus first. I snuggled into him in the backseat, my mind racing at a million miles an hour trying to make sense of how fast this was moving, and how okay with that I was. I mean, it’s not like Tyler and I were strangers or anything. I mean, I’d known him for years.





As Mr. Weaver, my employer, my parents’ friend, my neighbor.





And sure, I’d thought about him all the time - ever since I was old enough to think of boys like that. I mean how could I not have? He was gorgeous, and a genuinely amazing man. But fantasy had turned into reality that night - or, maybe the day I’d spied on him. But either way, we’d moved past daydreams and into very real reality. And now Mr. Weaver from down the street was Tyler, the man who’d taken my virginity.





The man I couldn’t stop thinking about.





My phone buzzed on the cab seat next to me, and I looked down to see a text from Anna: Room is yours tonight.





I rolled my eyes.





Don’t be ridiculous.





Anna sent an emoji of a tongue out back followed by another note: Oh shut up and enjoy having SEX, dork. I’m already gone and amusing myself in some lame virginy way.