away when I push down my sweats and grip my dick.
She watches the way I stroke myself with heated interest.
“Like what you see, hmmm?”
“It’s okay,” she says, feigning boredom.
“Little liar.” I edge closer to the bed. “Take your clothes off, woman. I’m not waiting to have you. Hope your needy pussy is nice and juicy because I’m about to fuck you whether you’re ready or not.”
Her gaze darkens. “Hmm,” she purrs as she slides her hand into her shorts. “Maybe I’d just prefer to pleasure myself. I’m an expert now.”
My cock seeps with pre-cum. This girl is such a fucking tease sometimes. I love that about her. Keeps me on my damn toes.
“Like you’re an expert baker?” I taunt.
She shoves her shorts down and kicks them at me. Her small hand moves under her black panties. Goddamn, she drives me wild.
“Shirt. Off.”
Her smile is wicked, but this time she obeys without argument. Those damn black panties are all that remains between us.
“Get over here,” I demand.
She laughs. “Make me.”
Her squeal is music to my ears when I grip her ankle and drag her to the end of the bed. I flip her on her stomach, then quickly snatch her wrist. Twisting her arm, I pin it against her back and the other one is still inside her panties.
“Touch that pussy, baby. Get it nice and creamy for my cock.”
“You say the grossest things that somehow sound hot,” she complains.
I chuckle as I grab her panties, pulling them aside. Her fingers peep between her legs as she massages her clit. So fucking hot. With my free hand, I grip my dick and push it into her tight, wet cunt.
“August,” she whimpers.
“Yeah, Winter?”
“Come inside me. Give me a baby,” she begs. Dirty fucking girl. We both know we’re not going to do anything like get pregnant until she’s done with college, but she loves to role play.
“Push your ass up,” I demand. “Make me believe you deserve my cum.”
She moans and attempts to get her ass higher. I fuck her hard and unrelenting. I slap her ass, loving the way her pussy swallows my cock whenever I spank her.
“I don’t think you deserve it,” I hiss out. “I’m going to jerk off all over your perfect, bouncy ass. Waste all that fucking cum on your pretty pale skin.”
“Don’t you dare,” she bellows. “You’re going to fill me up, dammit. I want to have your cum running down my thighs until the clock strikes midnight and you kiss me into next year.”
I groan in pleasure. “You always have to win, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she croons. “Oh, God.”
Her pussy clenches and I lose control. My dick spurts out its release deep inside her needy body. I love not having to pull out. The heat of my orgasm floods her cunt, satisfying the male beast inside of me. I love to fucking claim her this way. Releasing her hand, I fall against her, nuzzling my nose against her hair.
This girl is mine and she’s not ever going anywhere.
Winter
I stare at the text on my phone and try not to burst into tears.
Dad: I’m so sorry, sweetie. Please talk to me.
I’m only a week into the spring semester, no longer stuck in the happy, stress-free bubble of August’s condo. No, I’m back to school. Back to life. Back to reality. Coach’s class is killing me and now I have Dad trying to make amends.
My fingers hover over the screen. The little girl in me wants to sob and fling herself into her father’s arms so he’ll make it all better. The woman in me, though, is angry.
Instead of replying to him, I text August.
Me: He says he’s sorry.
He doesn’t respond right away and I wonder if he’s in court. I’ve just tuned back into Coach Long’s lecture when my phone buzzes.
August: I bet he is.
Me: I’m angry but…
August: He’s still your dad.
Me: Yeah.
August: Well, the offer to kick his ass always stands.
I choke on a laugh that has Coach whipping his angry glare my way.
“This is correct or incorrect, Miss Burke?” he barks out, his eyes narrowed as he points to the problem on the board.
Skimming my gaze over his calculations, I quickly reply. “The solution is correct because the four rational roots found are zeros of the result.”
Someone snorts nearby.
When he goes back to droning on, I reply back to August.
Me: My knight in shining armor.
August: You mean your knight in a shiny, cherry red and chrome Jaguar F-Type.
I barely bite back a giggle.
Me: Midlife crisis