Every stroke dragged that swelling knot over the spot that made my toes curl. His hand fisted my braid, yanking my head back so he could bite the curve of my neck—sharp enough to mark, not claim. Not yet.
“That’s it, baby—take it,” he growled between thrusts, movie-villain perfect. “Squeeze my c**k like you’re never letting go. No more Caleb. No more sharing this tight little heaven. Gonna knot you so full you’ll feel me tomorrow in class. f**k I wanna c*m! f**k!!!”
I was gone—legs shaking, tears of pure pleasure stinging my eyes, moaning like the heroine in the climax scene. “Yours—f**k, I’m yours—harder, please..
“Wait,” he rasped. “I wanna do something naughty.”
The second his c**k slipped free with a wet, pop, a gush of his c*m spilled down my thighs, hot and sticky, and I actuall
