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“Please tell me you’re on the pill. I’ve never done it like this before, but I don’t think I can stop either way. It feels too damn good.”

I’d never seem him lose control like this.

“I am. I just started taking it. Don’t worry.”

“Thank fuck.” His muscles seemed to relax.

As he moved in and out of me, he lifted my dress over my head before throwing the frock aside. There was something so sexy about being completely naked while he was still fully clothed. His pants were hanging halfway down his legs, and his belt buckle clanked as he pounded into me.

I could see our reflection in the window. He was looking down at my ass the entire time, mesmerized as he watched our bodies joined together. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of it. His palm was firmly planted on my ass cheek to guide the movements of his thrusts, his nails inadvertently digging into my skin.

He began to suck on his finger, and before I could wonder what he was doing, I felt it inside of my ass as he continued to penetrate me with his cock at the same time. No one had ever done that to me before, and while his finger there felt foreign, the pleasure derived from the double penetration was incredible.

He pushed it inside slowly until it was all the way in. I let out a long breath.

“You like that, huh? When we have more time, we’ll try it the other way around. I want to fuck that ass so badly. But we need time for that.”

I simply moaned in agreement, too turned on by what he was doing to form words.

He pulled his finger out. He was now holding onto my ass with both hands, spreading it apart with his thumbs as he fucked me harder and faster.

“I love the way your ass jiggles when I’m pounding into it.” He slapped me. “Fucking beautiful.”

My muscles tightened every time he’d open his mouth. I’d always loved to be talked to during sex, but his dirty, gravelly voice was the sexiest I’d ever heard. Every single time he’d speak, my muscles would spasm.

“Tighten against my cock like that again.”

I clenched around him.

“Fuck. That feels good,” he growled. “I want you to do that when I’m coming inside you.”

I wanted him to spank me again. I never imagined the pressure of his hand would feel so good; but it did.

What was happening to me?

My voice was throaty when I said, “Slap my ass again.”

He obliged, and when he struck me this time, the sting of his hand was perfect.

Everything about this experience was unlike anything I’d ever felt before from the skin to skin contact, to the forceful way he fucked me. He’d broken through a barrier of pleasure that I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. I didn’t know how I was going to live without this now that I knew what it was like.

I could feel his body trembling at my back. “I need to come. Tell me when you’re close,” he said into my ear.

I watched his face in the reflection and now, instead of looking down, he was looking straight at my face.

“I’m coming,” I said as I tightened my muscles like he’d wanted.

“Fuck. Oh God, Amelia. That feels…oh shit…I’m coming,” he groaned out then muttered low,” Yeah, baby. I’m coming. So good. So fucking good.”

Warm cum filled me as I continued to squeeze around his cock. Justin stayed inside of me, fucking me slowly long after he came, kissing my back softly.

“Shit. I don’t know what that is that you do when you tense your pussy around me, but I’m going to be jerking off to it for the next four months.”

“What was that we just did?” I asked facetiously. “That didn’t feel like just sex. That was far too incredible.”

“That was a decade’s worth of frustration barreling out of me, baby.”

“You’re so good, Justin. It was worth the wait.”

He slowly pulled out of me and turned me around, planting a firm kiss on my lips. “We have forty minutes.”

“What are we gonna do?”

“I need you again.”

My eyes widened. “Can you go again so soon?”

“With you? I could go all night. No one’s ever made me lose control like that. That’s how it should feel every single damn time, like it’s all that matters in the world. I couldn’t give a shit if the world is crumbling around me when I’m inside of you.”

We smiled at each other, and the streetlights from outside shined into his beautiful blue eyes. Forty minutes wasn’t long enough. To squelch the dread creeping in, I took off his shirt and began to kiss his chest softly.

“This time is gonna be different, okay?” he said.

I simply nodded, anxiously awaiting his direction. He stripped out of his underwear, and I could see his dick was still gloriously hard, glistening with arousal.

“Lie down, Amelia.”

Admiring his chiseled body, I lay on the bed and backed up against the headboard.

When he turned on the small desk lamp, I asked, “What are you doing?”

“I want to look at you for a while. Is that okay?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Spread your legs apart,” he demanded.

Justin kneeled at the foot of the bed as he took in the sight of me.

“So sexy…seeing you wide open like that with my cum dripping out of you. Fuck, Amelia,” he breathed out as he started to jerk himself off. He looked down at his engorged shaft. “I’m ready to go again. This is fucking crazy.”

“We don’t have a lot of time. I need you inside of me again.”

“Touch yourself for a little bit.”

I positioned my fingertips at my clit and began to circle them around. The room was so quiet except for the slick sound of his cock moving against his hand.

“Open wider, Amelia.”

Spreading my knees further apart, I had to curb the need to come.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

This time when he sunk into me, it was slow and controlled. He stopped when he was fully inside and just stayed there without moving for a while.

“How the fuck am I going to be able to leave you after this?”

When he picked up the pace again, it felt better than ever, not only because of the pressure of his weight on top of me but because we were both fully naked, our skin rubbing together. The room was cold, but the heat of his body warmed me.

I held onto his ass, pushing him deeper into me as he circled his hips. His breathing matched the rhythm of his movements. When my orgasm suddenly rolled through me, he must have been able to feel it, because he also came without warning, grunting loudly in my ear. There was no sweeter sound that the noises he made when he came.

He collapsed over me and said, “Thank you for giving this to me. It’s the only thing that’s gonna get me through the rest of this time away.”

Looking at the time shown on my phone, I felt sick. We had ten minutes before we had to drive back to the bus. It was odd to feel sated and scared at the same time. He’d left my body completely satisfied, yet my heart was still yearning for more. It just wanted to hear those three words so desperately.


When we arrived to his bus, I gripped his black jacket, unable to let him go. After what we’d just done, my attachment to him was stronger than ever. It felt more impossible to let him go now than it ever had before.

“I want you to meet the crew before we leave.”

Tags: Penelope Ward Young Adult