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Authors: Leigh Ann Lunsford
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lips against my shoulder, he enters me over and over. One hand finds my clit adding friction to his dick, hitting my g-spot. I detonate. I don’t finish one orgasm, and he is flipping me over, my back hitting the bed as he lifts me above him, seating me on his dick. Sitting up so we are chest-to-chest, skin-to-skin, he raises and lowers my hips to a punishing rhythm, and I can’t catch my breath. “Fuck me, Bianca. Fuck me like you belong to me.” I use his shoulders for leverage, lift myself off him, and slam down in one motion.
I continue until I see his eyes squeeze shut, and I slow down. His eyes snap to mine, and a smirk comes over his face. “Don’t think for one second you’re controlling this.” He pulls me off him and pushes me down. Lifting my feet over his shoulders he dives between my legs, sucking my clit into his mouth, and thrusting three fingers inside me. He doesn’t give me time to acclimate to his assault and I’m coming again. He enters me again and I feel his balls slapping my ass as he pushes in deeper with my legs still over his shoulders. I grab his waist to try and get leverage to move with him. Over and over he fills me, and when I think I can’t go again he leans down, biting my nipple at the same time his fingers pinch my clit. I feel myself going over the edge, this time I take him with me.
We fear the thing we want the most.
~ Robert Anthony
Chapter 8
Dakota
This girl is going to kill me. Death by fucking. What a way to go. Experiencing her bare . . . I have no analogy. Nothing to compare it to. I felt her heat, the walls of her pussy gripping me tight, unrelenting as I pounded into her. I look down to see her head resting against my chest . . . her cheek pressed to my bare skin listening to my heartbeat. I push her brown locks back so I can see her eyes. She squeezes them tight and won’t meet my gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Rolling her to her back, I grab her chin and force her face up.
“Open your eyes,” I demand. When I see her focus, my chest begins to ache. Staring back at me is every emotion I’ve ever wanted to see, “Talk to me, Bianca.”
“It’s too much. I feel too fucking much.”
“That’s not a bad thing.” I try to keep my voice low and tone soothing. She’s like a wounded animal ready to run.
“This was supposed to be fun.”
“It still is. It just means more.”
“No.” Her tears are falling faster than I can catch them. I try to keep up, wiping them away, but the sheer amount of them is leaving me clueless. I don’t do tears.
“What are you saying?”
“You’re leaving in a few months, it’s my senior year.”
“No,” I growl. “You’re not fucking doing this to me. To us.”
“Someone’s going to get hurt.” Her vulnerable side makes me open my big ass mouth.
“Nobody has to get hurt. I love you. This works. We work.”
“TAKE IT BACK!”
“What, baby?”
“Love. It ruins things. Take it back, please.”
“You’re the one breaking my heart. I won’t do that to you. I know you trust me, I know you have your own issues, but you need to get over them. This thing we’ve been doing for over a year . . . clue in, it’s a fucking relationship. We fuck, we date, we make love . . . it’s as real as Bronson and Callie.”
“Oh, God.” She’s trembling.
“What the fuck has you so afraid?”
“All of it. Losing myself. Losing you. I’ve lost a piece of Callie and Bronson. My mom lost her fucking morals when she decided it was okay for my dad to be a mobster. Everyone is disappearing. Too many changes.” She’s inconsolable.
“Bianca, we don’t have to change. Baby, in life things evolve. It’s nature, and it happens whether you want it to or not. “
“I know.” She stares at me, willing me to prove to her this is going to work.
“Let’s keep being us. When I leave, nothing changes. I’ll still be a phone call away, come home, and you can come spend the weekends
I continue until I see his eyes squeeze shut, and I slow down. His eyes snap to mine, and a smirk comes over his face. “Don’t think for one second you’re controlling this.” He pulls me off him and pushes me down. Lifting my feet over his shoulders he dives between my legs, sucking my clit into his mouth, and thrusting three fingers inside me. He doesn’t give me time to acclimate to his assault and I’m coming again. He enters me again and I feel his balls slapping my ass as he pushes in deeper with my legs still over his shoulders. I grab his waist to try and get leverage to move with him. Over and over he fills me, and when I think I can’t go again he leans down, biting my nipple at the same time his fingers pinch my clit. I feel myself going over the edge, this time I take him with me.
We fear the thing we want the most.
~ Robert Anthony
Chapter 8
Dakota
This girl is going to kill me. Death by fucking. What a way to go. Experiencing her bare . . . I have no analogy. Nothing to compare it to. I felt her heat, the walls of her pussy gripping me tight, unrelenting as I pounded into her. I look down to see her head resting against my chest . . . her cheek pressed to my bare skin listening to my heartbeat. I push her brown locks back so I can see her eyes. She squeezes them tight and won’t meet my gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Rolling her to her back, I grab her chin and force her face up.
“Open your eyes,” I demand. When I see her focus, my chest begins to ache. Staring back at me is every emotion I’ve ever wanted to see, “Talk to me, Bianca.”
“It’s too much. I feel too fucking much.”
“That’s not a bad thing.” I try to keep my voice low and tone soothing. She’s like a wounded animal ready to run.
“This was supposed to be fun.”
“It still is. It just means more.”
“No.” Her tears are falling faster than I can catch them. I try to keep up, wiping them away, but the sheer amount of them is leaving me clueless. I don’t do tears.
“What are you saying?”
“You’re leaving in a few months, it’s my senior year.”
“No,” I growl. “You’re not fucking doing this to me. To us.”
“Someone’s going to get hurt.” Her vulnerable side makes me open my big ass mouth.
“Nobody has to get hurt. I love you. This works. We work.”
“TAKE IT BACK!”
“What, baby?”
“Love. It ruins things. Take it back, please.”
“You’re the one breaking my heart. I won’t do that to you. I know you trust me, I know you have your own issues, but you need to get over them. This thing we’ve been doing for over a year . . . clue in, it’s a fucking relationship. We fuck, we date, we make love . . . it’s as real as Bronson and Callie.”
“Oh, God.” She’s trembling.
“What the fuck has you so afraid?”
“All of it. Losing myself. Losing you. I’ve lost a piece of Callie and Bronson. My mom lost her fucking morals when she decided it was okay for my dad to be a mobster. Everyone is disappearing. Too many changes.” She’s inconsolable.
“Bianca, we don’t have to change. Baby, in life things evolve. It’s nature, and it happens whether you want it to or not. “
“I know.” She stares at me, willing me to prove to her this is going to work.
“Let’s keep being us. When I leave, nothing changes. I’ll still be a phone call away, come home, and you can come spend the weekends
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