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her, over and over again. I hear myself snarling at her. I've given into the rabid, violent animal inside me.
But Chloe's not just taking it. She's reveling in my dominance over her.
Her head is thrown back, long black curls a stormy mist haloing her face. Her slim, lithe body is wrapped around mine, her feet digging into my ass to keep driving me back into herself. She's making unintelligible noises and biting at her own lips, something that drives me to the brink of crazy.
I reach up with my free hand, keeping my relentless, pounding pace in her pussy, and palm her small, but amazing tits. They're so round and perky, they look fake. Even though, just by touching them, I know they aren't. I've touched my fair share of fake tits. I tweak her nipple and she gives a sharp cry.
"That's what you like, huh? This is what you wanted? My cock?" I bark at her, and I'm so close that it feels like my dick will snap in half from all of the pressure its experiencing. "You better come, right now, princess. Don't say I never gave you anything."
With that, I reach down, rubbing hard across her swollen, pulsing clit. Chloe's crying, there might even be tears, but I don't care. All I care about is the orgasm I can feel building at the base of my neck, the shockwaves hurtling down my spine to grip me by the balls.
"MILES!" She screams my name, and when her pussy grips me hard with the first wave of her orgasm, I see white. I slam inside of her, to the hilt -once, twice- and then I'm coming, sticky pleasure coating her walls. I wrap my arms around her buttery skin and revel in this feeling. Complete bliss.
When I come to from nearly blacking-out, I'm still lodged deep inside of Chloe. Except she's staring at me, her violet orbs glassy with unshed tears, and she's biting her full bottom lip.
What is her problem? I pull out, and realize why she's on the edge of a breakdown.
I came inside her. Without a condom.
What. The. Fuck.
I've never done that. No matter how drunk, stoned or stupid I've been, I've never not remembered protection. Yet, I just hate-fucked the girl I can't stand totally bare. Raw dogged her without a second thought.
I hastily pull my pants up where they sag at my knees, and grab my ruined white button down, slipping it on like a vest over my chest. I don't know what to say to Chloe, who is still sitting on the desk, completely mussed up from my handy work, trying not to cry.
So I don't say anything. I turn around and flee the Zeta house without a backward glance.
10
Chloe
T he doo-doo -doo jingle of an incoming Skype call distracts me from my History of Theater homework. Which I hadn't been concentrating on anyway, seeing as how it felt like my stomach contents could land on my carpet at any minute.
Grabbing my pink-covered laptop from the end of my blush comforter, I hit accept. Kels's tan, freckled face fills the screen, the open slit of a tent her backdrop.
"Hi!" I squeal. I haven't talked to her in a week with how spotty the wireless is out there. "Where are you now?"
"Jesus, I forgot how pink that room is. I need to adjust my eyes." She fakes shielding her hazel orbs and sticks her tongue out. Kels, ever the grunge hippie, loves to tease me about how girly I am. "I'm in Tanzania, we're doing a retreat in the Serengeti National Park. It's so beautiful, Chlo. That word doesn't even begin to describe."
Her eyes go all dreamy, as they always do when she's talking wildlife. I know how she feels. It’s the same way I feel about ballet.
"That sounds amazing. Take pictures of the elephants for me." I press my hand to my stomach as another sharp jab assaults my uterus.
I must have grimaced, because Kels is immediately on me. "What's wrong?" Her voice is tinged with concern.
I'm glad she had time to talk today. I could talk to Minka about this, but I don't need to hear the "that was so irresponsible" speech right now.
"So...I had to take Plan B for the first time..." I knew Kels would get it. I know she'd taken
But Chloe's not just taking it. She's reveling in my dominance over her.
Her head is thrown back, long black curls a stormy mist haloing her face. Her slim, lithe body is wrapped around mine, her feet digging into my ass to keep driving me back into herself. She's making unintelligible noises and biting at her own lips, something that drives me to the brink of crazy.
I reach up with my free hand, keeping my relentless, pounding pace in her pussy, and palm her small, but amazing tits. They're so round and perky, they look fake. Even though, just by touching them, I know they aren't. I've touched my fair share of fake tits. I tweak her nipple and she gives a sharp cry.
"That's what you like, huh? This is what you wanted? My cock?" I bark at her, and I'm so close that it feels like my dick will snap in half from all of the pressure its experiencing. "You better come, right now, princess. Don't say I never gave you anything."
With that, I reach down, rubbing hard across her swollen, pulsing clit. Chloe's crying, there might even be tears, but I don't care. All I care about is the orgasm I can feel building at the base of my neck, the shockwaves hurtling down my spine to grip me by the balls.
"MILES!" She screams my name, and when her pussy grips me hard with the first wave of her orgasm, I see white. I slam inside of her, to the hilt -once, twice- and then I'm coming, sticky pleasure coating her walls. I wrap my arms around her buttery skin and revel in this feeling. Complete bliss.
When I come to from nearly blacking-out, I'm still lodged deep inside of Chloe. Except she's staring at me, her violet orbs glassy with unshed tears, and she's biting her full bottom lip.
What is her problem? I pull out, and realize why she's on the edge of a breakdown.
I came inside her. Without a condom.
What. The. Fuck.
I've never done that. No matter how drunk, stoned or stupid I've been, I've never not remembered protection. Yet, I just hate-fucked the girl I can't stand totally bare. Raw dogged her without a second thought.
I hastily pull my pants up where they sag at my knees, and grab my ruined white button down, slipping it on like a vest over my chest. I don't know what to say to Chloe, who is still sitting on the desk, completely mussed up from my handy work, trying not to cry.
So I don't say anything. I turn around and flee the Zeta house without a backward glance.
10
Chloe
T he doo-doo -doo jingle of an incoming Skype call distracts me from my History of Theater homework. Which I hadn't been concentrating on anyway, seeing as how it felt like my stomach contents could land on my carpet at any minute.
Grabbing my pink-covered laptop from the end of my blush comforter, I hit accept. Kels's tan, freckled face fills the screen, the open slit of a tent her backdrop.
"Hi!" I squeal. I haven't talked to her in a week with how spotty the wireless is out there. "Where are you now?"
"Jesus, I forgot how pink that room is. I need to adjust my eyes." She fakes shielding her hazel orbs and sticks her tongue out. Kels, ever the grunge hippie, loves to tease me about how girly I am. "I'm in Tanzania, we're doing a retreat in the Serengeti National Park. It's so beautiful, Chlo. That word doesn't even begin to describe."
Her eyes go all dreamy, as they always do when she's talking wildlife. I know how she feels. It’s the same way I feel about ballet.
"That sounds amazing. Take pictures of the elephants for me." I press my hand to my stomach as another sharp jab assaults my uterus.
I must have grimaced, because Kels is immediately on me. "What's wrong?" Her voice is tinged with concern.
I'm glad she had time to talk today. I could talk to Minka about this, but I don't need to hear the "that was so irresponsible" speech right now.
"So...I had to take Plan B for the first time..." I knew Kels would get it. I know she'd taken
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