

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you were a sophomore, does that upset you?”
“I would have,” I lied. Part of me wanted to pretend it was true–hell, right then maybe it was–but the truth was more complicated. And irrelevant.
“Don’t tell me that,” he said, his cock slowly moving against my ass as he put more of his weight on me.
“It’s true,” I said again. “You could have used me whenever you wanted.”
“Is that what you want?” he asked, the growl returning to his voice. “You want to be used like a little slut? Do you want me to fuck you however I want, just to make myself come in your tight little ass?”
“Yes,” was all I could say, although I drew it out in long syllables, feeling the need deep within me.
And it was more true than anything I had felt before...