“Yes.” I nod. “It does, Daddy.”
“Well it makes Daddy hard as hell.”
Twisting my body, I look him in the eye and run my hand over his chin and cheek. “Well luckily I’ve got a wet pussy right here for you to take out your aggression on.”
I hear his zipper coming undone, and a then feel that hot bone of flesh pressing up against my ass that’s too thick and too fleshy to be a finger.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg. “Fuck me really good.”
“Is there any other way?”
I lay the upper half of my body down on the desk. It’s the perfect height for this. He finds my opening with his cock and pushes his way in. I’m so wet, he slides in a lot easier this time, and when he’s fully in I let out a big, loud moan of both pleasure and relief.
Fisting a knot of my hair, he pulls my upper half up toward him. “I told you, we need to keep this quiet, or we’re going to get caught.”
“Are you scared to get caught with me, Daddy?”
He thrusts the full length of his cock into me, and it startles me when he bottoms out.
“If we get caught, we’d probably have to stop what we’re doing. And Daddy wouldn’t like that. He’d have to take it out on you later.”
He emits a low growl as he starts to fuck me harder and in rhythm. Feeling Luke big and powerful behind me, fucking me into this desk, and something about the possibility of getting caught turns me on even more.
I can’t help the loud whimper I let out when my orgasm rips through me. His palms fall to my back, and I love the feel of his big, muscular frame on me. My head is turned as I lay on the desk, and I watch him in my peripheral vision as he fucks me.
My toes and fingers both curl. He seems to have lost himself, too.
Taking hold of my wrists, he pulls my hands behind me and slaps his hips into me.
We weren’t making a ‘fucking’ sound before. He was somehow avoiding making the slap sound of my ass on his hips, probably because there is a real chance we’ll get caught in this room if we’re being too loud. Now, all bets are off. How could you not hear us?
And I don’t even care.
At this point, if we get caught it’s freaking worth it.
Seven orgasms worth it, to be exact.
My life now has a clear division of two sexual eras: the pre-Luke era and post-Luke.
Dear Baby Jesus, his cock is hard.
Is that how hard it was last time?
I explode again, another big O ripping through me. Luke is relentless as he hammers me now. The only worry in the world I have is that my eyes just might be permanently rolled up in the back of my head.
“Use my pussy,” I whimper, my words having a mind of their own. He’s fucking me like I never knew I wanted to be, but now how I know I need to be fucked.
Jesus. A crumpled thought crashes through me.
How will I ever go back to fucking normal men after being with someone who fucks like this? He is going to ruin me. He already has.
The worry dissipates as quickly as it formed, because I couldn’t care less right now, because I can barely think past my next orgasm. Which comes crashing through me a few seconds later.
“Use me however you need, Daddy,” I repeat, shocking myself again at not only how dirty I can be, but how much I like being this way.
When Luke turns into even more of a savage animal, I know he’s on the brink. He fucks me hard and makes animal sounds and hits me deeper.
“Where do you want Daddy to come?” he asks.
“Inside me. Come all inside.”
“Inside? Christ, Sky, are you serious?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I track my cycle.”
His grip tightens on the back of my neck, and I feel him shoot his hot liquid inside me.
Jesus, that’s hot.
“Don’t pull out just yet,” I say when he’s done, reaching my hand back to grab his hip. “I love how you feel just resting inside me like that.”
His body is glazed over in sweat. I’m not sure at what point he took off his shirt. I guess I was too into what we were doing.
“Me too,” he says. Leaning down, he moves some of my hair away from my neck and gives me a soft, tender kiss.
Finally, he pulls out.
“Sky,” he says, blinking a few times like he’s coming out of a fog.
“Yes?” I grin as I smooth out my skirt. He pulls up his pants and puts his shirt on.
Using his finger, he tips my chin up toward him.
“You sound hot as fuck when you’re coming. Did you know that?”
Before I can answer, the door swings open, and Professor Gonzalez stands staring at the two of us.
“Oh,” Professor Gonzalez says awkwardly. “I thought I heard something…uh…I thought someone might be hurt.”
Luke and I look at each other blankly. “You hurt, Luke?” I ask.
He shrugs and shakes his head. “Nope. I’m fine. You?”
“We’re all good in here, Sr. Gonzalez. Thanks for checking out the situation, though, Profe.”
Professor Gonzalez gives us the strangest look, then shrugs. “Díos mío. You two are really something else.”
He’s not naïve. Profe Gonzalez knows what we’re up to.
And I don’t really care, being quite honest. Profe Gonzalez leaves. Luke and I walk out holding hands, with satisfied grins on both of our faces.
I shiver with the strangest pleasure when I feel a drop of him running down the inside of my thigh.
We are dirty together, aren’t we?
As we exit the building into the warm spring air, a scary thought shudders through me though.
The time is nearing that we’re going to have to end this.
“Hey Sky,” Luke says, guiding me underneath a big oak tree on the quads. “Are you ready to say our vows and get married?”
I nod and look into Luke’s eyes. “Only if it ends in a horrible, shitshow of a divorce.”
He runs his hand through my hair and gives it a tug. “That’s my girl.”
Phases 4 & 5
The Wedding and The Breakup
22
Luke
Over the next few weeks, as we plan our marriage and divorce for the outside world, Sky and I, internally, fall into what is I guess the typical college couple’s routine.
We sleep at each other’s places. She comes to my baseball games when she’s not overloaded studying or with her activities. I go to her Friday night dance shows. We study together.
We fuck. A lot.
Emphasis on a lot.
And yes, I’m calling it ‘fucking.’ I’m not sure what else to call it. It’s certainly not ‘making love.’ We’re not in love, and that term itself has always made me cringe.
Oh, and we hand out the wedding invitations to our friends all over campus for our early May ceremony.
Just normal couple stuff, like I said.
One April day we hand them out to everyone who lives in Sky’s house.
“You two are…getting married? Is this…a joke?” Roger asks when we hand him one of the invitations. “I mean, no offense.”
“No joke. We’re looking to have a more laid-back, casual ceremony,” Sky tells him. “Just a few good friends will be there.”