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gasped, but I didn’t stop my movements as I scolded her. “Shhhh. You better be quiet, little girl, or we’ll have unwanted company.”
    I continued to thrust into her hard and fast. Luckily, her bed was quiet, and even though she was mostly gasping for air, she was, too. The only sound that filled the room was the slapping of my abdomen against her soaking wet pussy during each thrust. I watched her arch her back and claw at my arms and anywhere else she could reach as her orgasm started to take her. She bit her lip to stifle her scream, but I didn’t show her any mercy; I just kept up the torturous pace of pounding into her.
    The second time she came, however, I wasn’t able to stop my own release that barreled at me out of nowhere; the squeezing of her pussy felt too good. Every time I’d fucked her in the past, I’d come in the condom deep inside of her, marking her in an invisible way that only the two of us would know about; this time would be different. As much as I wanted that feeling of being buried inside of her as I lost control, I wanted to mark her as mine in the most primitive way. It would be for me, and for her, and for that fucking prick from her dorm.
    When I felt that surge of euphoria that was a telltale sign of coming, I pulled out and ripped off the condom. Holding the base of my cock, I gave it two quick, powerful jerks and came all over her body with stream after stream of warm, thick come. The first stream landed in a white line up her neck and onto her chin as the second landed across her heaving left nipple and the third puddled on her flat stomach.
    Clearly, I’d shocked her with my actions. Her eyes were wide with disbelief, and her face showed a mixture of surprise and pleasure, but the one thing that wasn’t there anymore was that damned smirk. That , I had fucked clean off her face.
    “Goodnight, little girl,” I said, grabbing my pants and walking from the room. I closed the bedroom door behind me as I went.

Chapter 6
     
    Motherfucker! Had he really just done that? Had he really just come in here—to my bedroom—fucked my face, eaten my pussy, then pounded into me hard with my legs practically behind my own head? And then, had he really come all over me like he was marking his territory or something? Had he?
    The question was rhetorical; I knew he had, as I was still wearing his come. I stared at the door he had just walked through, bare assed, semi-hard dick bobbing with each step he took.
    I waited to see if he was going to come back, hoping he would, but when I heard him go down the stairs, I knew he was done with me. Feeling a heavy sense of loss, I reminded myself of what this was…what I was. It was just fun. I couldn’t be what Maxwell needed; I would never be anything more than a convenient plaything when he stopped in to visit his friend.
    Before I started to feel too sorry for myself, I thought back to the four glorious orgasms he’d given me. The first one was quick, but the other three—one while he was eating me out like I was his last meal on earth, and the two while he was fucking me—were amazing. After cleaning up in the bathroom with a warm, wet rag, I grabbed another t shirt from my dresser drawer. I thought twice about it, though, and forwent the shirt, climbing into my bed nude just in case he came back sometime during the night; unfortunately, he didn’t.
    In the morning, I woke to the smell of coffee wafting up the stairs from the kitchen. When I got downstairs, I found Maxwell and my father sitting at the kitchen table, my father with his head in his hands as he tried to stave off the inevitable hangover from last night.
    “Morning,” I said quietly.
    My dad grumbled something unintelligible in response while Maxwell chuckled. “Morning, Mackenzie. Your father had a bit too much to drink last night, if you hadn’t noticed. Did you sleep well, by any chance?”
    “Yes…like a baby,” I teased.
    As I was grabbing a cup of coffee at the counter,