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by Teagan Kade


  Tyler’s quizzical face tilts. “Are you hurt?”

  Asher shakes his head. “No, I’m all good, buddy.”

  “Next time,” continues Tyler. “You should use your web. Like this.” With a flourish he pretends to shoot a spider web from his fingers.

  Asher falls, acting like he’s been caught. “You got me. Argh.”

  Tyler’s bubbly laugh follows, and once again a dog-pile of cuteness ensues.

  Something’s tugging on the leg of my pants. I look down at Annabelle, four. “Yes, Belle?”

  “Have you seen our pet, Willow?”

  I crouch. “Pet?” I’ve never seen an animal around the home before.

  Gale enters the room holding a fluffy white ball. “I think she’s referring to Bailey here.”

  It takes me a second to realize said fluff-ball is actually a puppy.

  Asher stands, the kids crowding around as Gale places Bailey on the floor. The kids pat it. I’m surprised how gentle they are.

  “Whose dog is it?” I ask, Gale coming up beside Asher and me.

  Gale puts her hands out. “No idea. We found it on the doorstep the other night whining. We took it to the vet, but it doesn’t have a chip or tag. The vet said she could hang onto her, but if no one claimed her within two weeks, she’d have to be put down. As you can see, little Bailey’s had a hard life. Someone hasn’t treated her right, and yes, I know it says ‘disadvantaged kids’ on the door, but I couldn’t let her go.”

  “The kids love her,” remarks Asher, crouched with them.

  “Unfortunately, she can’t stay,” adds Gale. “We think one or two of the kids might be allergic, and with state regulations and bureaucracy…”

  “What are you going to do with her?” I ask. I begged for a puppy when I was younger, but my parents were always against animals, thus Mr. Slimey.

  Gale shrugs. “Hon, I have no idea, but you two will keep this on the down-low, won’t you?”

  I nod. “Of course we will.”

  “I’ll take her,” says Asher.

  Gale and I look at him at the same time.

  “Yeah,” he nods. “I’ve got a decent-sized place. There’s a park across the road.”

  “Are you sure?” asks Gale.

  Asher looks to me, sapphire eyes full. “I’ll bring her back to see the kids as much as I can. Besides, my place could do with a feminine touch.” He takes my hand. “You don’t think Mr. Slimey will be jealous, will you?”

  I smile. “A new man and a new woman. I suppose he’ll just have to find a way to cope.”

  “You sure?” questions Gale.

  Asher nods. “Absolutely.”

  *

  I gather the kids together while Asher leaves early to pick up some things for Bailey.

  Gale watches him go dreamily. “My god that boy is going to make some lucky lady very happy one day.”

  I’m smiling so hard my mouth is starting to hurt, little Bailey clipping at my heels. “Yes. Yes, he is.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  ASHER

  I agree to pick up Bailey the following day. Although Willow didn’t say it in as many words, I could see how much she wanted to help. I knew what I had to do, anything to make her happy.

  It’s been a while since I had a dog myself. Dad was a German Shepard man, but I figure a Maltese can’t be that much trouble.

  Famous last words, brother.

  I dodge an invite from the team to meet up at the Quagmire to spend my time with Willow walking through the park at the back of campus. We walk with hot dogs in hand, my shirt still stained Technicolor from an unexpected sauce ejaculation.

  The way she laughed at that… so fucking beautiful. I wanted to drag her behind a tree and have my way with her, but I manage to hold off my baser urges until we arrive back at my place.

  I toss my keys onto the kitchen table. “Welcome back.”

  Willow looks around, notices the collection of bottles on the longue table. “You’ve been living the broken-hearted man cliché, haven’t you?”

  “To a tee.”

  I pull Mr. Slimey from my backpack and head into the bedroom, placing him on the bedside drawers. I stand back.

  Willow slides her hands around my waist. “I know, I know. He’s not exactly the cutest teddy bear in the world.”

  I laugh. “Where did your parents find him? The Freddy Krueger prop department?”

  Willow slaps me on the chest. “Be nice now. He can hear you.”

  “Is he, you know, your Mr. Slimey? Can you tell?”

  “Does it matter?” she replies.

  I spin around and kiss her, so thankful to be back here with this amazing girl.

  We break apart breathless.

  “Wow,” she stammers.

  “Wow is right word. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.” I jerk my head at Mr. Slimey. “It’s kind of creeping me out having him watch us like this, though.”

  Willow lifts herself up to my ear, whispering. “You’ve never been in a threesome?”

  “Not with the spawn of Satan.”

  She laughs and kisses me again, her lips warm and wet.

  We pull apart when my cell rings from the kitchen.

  “Hold that thought.”

  I head off to the kitchen and answer, but’s it’s no one.

  I come into the bedroom. “Just a wrong…”

  My mouth drops.

  Willow’s lying on my bed, her skirt and shirt gone, her legs spread to reveal her bare pussy.

  “Hi,” she says, spreading her legs wider, her heated slit yawning open to reveal its plump, pink center. I almost lose it right there in my pants.

  “I took the liberty of removing my clothes. I hope you don’t mind.”

  I take a cautious step forward, all eight inches of cock straining against my pants. “Not at all.”

  She runs a finger down the crease of her sex, running just the tip of her pinkie against the bottom of her hole.

  Who is this girl and what has she done with Willow Grant?

  “Do you like what you see,” she continues, stroking herself.

  I swallow hard, throat suddenly dry.

  “Do you like my young, fit body?”

  “Yes, I do,” I choke out.

  Why does she have this effect on me? And in full sex-kitten mode like this? It’s Irre-fucking-sistible.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?” she purrs, continuing to play with herself. “Show me that big cock of yours.”

  She’s only a small thing, my Willow, with penetrating, amethyst eyes and a button nose that crinkles in the cutest possible way when she laughs, but here, right now, she is the very definition of sex. I could crack concrete with my cock right now.

  I look at her powder-pale body, at the glistening mouth of her pussy, and I don’t want anything else. I have to fuck her—now.

  I undo my belt and slide my trousers down, my hard cock tenting out my jocks. I give a final intake of breath before removing them and let my member spring free, balls like baby plums swinging between my legs as my cock bobs in the air.

  Her eyes glaze over as she stares at my shaft. “Hello, Red. Long time no see.”

  She kneels and stands, coming off the bed and walking towards me.

  Her fingers work at my shirt, going button by button, eyes fixed upon my own, lips twisted together. She takes my shirt off and throws it into the corner, her perfect breasts brushing against my chest.

  I gasp as she kneels and takes hold of my cock.

  “Willow…” I start.

  She places a finger on her lips and it’s like we’re back in the library again. “Let me.”

  I’m already steel in her hand, but the way she works my cock is incredible.

  She pumps it harder and faster, her eyes never leaving me as if this is the only thing she wants in the world—to make me come.

  My cock puffs larger. It swells thick in her pistoning hand. She tightens her grip and I tip-toe towards the all-consuming void. I choke down
the excess saliva in my mouth, my stomach giving a strange yelp as I prepare to volley.

  I remember to breathe just as I’m about to come, holding it back with seconds to spare before once more it becomes overwhelming.

  Right at the height of my arousal, her fingers leave me.

  My cock twitches in the air feebly. It’s with a superhuman amount of restraint I don’t take it under my own power.

  She wags her finger. “Not yet.”

  She licks her lips before rolling them over the balled head of my member.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  Her mouth feels unbelievable, lips spread wide to take my cock but already my girth is straining her jaw.

  Her ponytail bounces up and down as she blows me, wrist rolling as she rings the base of my cock with her hand, moving my shaft up into her mouth as my balls knock lightly against her throat.

  She stands, my cock glossy from her hot mouth, and walks behind me, hands on the bedroom door, her perfect ass facing out.

  That’s it.

  Desperation gets the better of me. I run into her slick-wet hole with my three fingers, delving into her warm vagina, reveling at the wetness.

  “Yes,” she moans, head forward. “That feels so fucking good.”

  The cussing threatens to overwhelm me. A good girl talking dirty is usually game over, but somehow I manage to hang onto my load.

  My fingers slide out of her. I place them in her mouth and she takes them, sucking her own cum off my fingers until they’re chicken-bone dry. I reach around and cup her breasts, her nipples rosy diamonds against my palms as my member slides between her ass cheeks.

  Willow’s all of five foot. The way the head of my monster cock slides up against her spine is obscene, but still she mews and begs for more.

  And then she says something truly unexpected.

  “Slap it,” she cries, groaning. “Slap my ass.”

  I laugh. “Are you serious?”

  Her head turns and the look she gives me leaves no doubt that yes, she is—very serious.

  “Are you sure?”

  She faces the door. “I said, slap my ass.”

  If you say so.

  I take the palm of my hand and whip it across her supple ass, mesmerized by the way her cheeks barely moves.

  “Again,” she exhales.

  I swat her again, across both buttocks now, each globe turning a vibrant, cherry red.

  It takes all my willpower not to lower my cock and run it inside her petite body, but still I hold, letting her run this fantasy out.

  My hands move down and I cup her mound, fingers working at her tiny clit. She quivers against me, grunting and grinding down as her fire-streaked ponytail whips back and forth.

  She’s panting when she speaks. “Give it to me.”

  I play along, shifting forward to whisper at her ear. “Give you what?”

  “Your cock,” she stammers. “I want your cock.”

  “Where?”

  “In my pussy,” she huffs.

  She’s desperate, sweating and shaking with need.

  I squat and press my cock down until it’s flush against her opening.

  With one thrust I bury my shaft deep into the hot channel of her pussy.

  She grunts, feet practically lifting off the ground, my giant member looking comically supersized wedged in her tiny cleft.

  She hasn’t even taken half of my length and already she looks like she’s about to come.

  “You’re so fucking big,” she moans.

  My cock twitches in response, so, so close to losing it.

  I press my chest against the smooth skin of her back and ride a little deeper inside her, tight, wet folds pressing against my dick soft and warm, my balls pulled and strained painfully tight.

  My brow folds with sweat as I fuck her in short, sharp strokes, my hands on the top of her ass as I squeeze her cheeks together. Her breasts mash against the Yankees poster on the back of my door, ‘Bronx Bombers’ in bold letters right where her nipples are flattened.

  We’re both racing to climax, but I’m determined to make her come first. I spread her cheeks wide and hilt my cock deep inside her hot pussy, her welcoming body taking each battering thrust as we slap wetly together, my balls clapping against her ass with each stroke.

  “Harder,” she pleads. “Fuck me harder.”

  I comply, my hips leaping forward and my breath quickening as my head falls against her shoulder and I take in the strong scent of sandalwood just below her neckline.

  I pummel her tiny frame against the door, cock buried so deep inside her I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get it back out.

  She’s slick with excitement, folds open and her arousal wet on the insides of her thighs as I hammer her home.

  Her breathing deepens against the door, each inhale dragging like it’s her last. She’s building, close.

  I pump into her with rapid thrusts as sweat gathers on my body, dripping down her back and the cleft of her ass, bodies soaked as we rise together.

  “Give it all to me,” she begs. “Give me every inch of your hard cock.”

  I cleave my fingers right into her crack and splay her open, burying all eight, throbbing inches into her hole. Her buttocks are firm and warm against my hands, bouncing back and forth. For the first time I notice there’s a little love heart burned into the spot just above her ass, a blemish amongst the perfection. It sends me into instant fucking overdrive.

  I rail her with everything I have, clutching at her stomach with one hand and holding her back with the other as she takes my entire cock. I all but break her spine.

  All she can get out now is a constant ‘ah, ah, ah,’ as I come against her, the very root of my cock buried in her folds.

  I’m too close. I pull out and spin her around, lifting her under her thighs and driving back inside. Her pillowy breasts compact against my chest as she moves her face forward, hot tongue snaking between my lips and tasting of everything that’s sweet and good in the world.

  I lower my head and lick at a nipple, lapping at the crystal-like droplets of sweat that have accumulated there. I squeeze her breasts with my hands, knead them together as I kiss the soft sweep of her neck, face caught on the pixie strands of hair that fall from her forehead.

  I rock powerfully up into her small body.

  My back strains and my spine tingles as I burrow deeper and deeper inside her, making us into one writhing creature as her eyes close and her lips pop open in surprise as her orgasm arrives. Her mouth opens into a solid ‘O,’ tongue bouncing provocatively as her sex squeezes and spasms around my cock.

  “I’m going to…” I announce, before I bottom out inside her and release. She digs her nails into my back as I pump forward with a final stroke, a long, prolonged moan from my lips as I fill her.

  Her eyes snap open as her climax wanes. There is joy there in its purest, primal form.

  Slowly, I let her down, legs shaking and frail. I don’t know if she’ll be the same again after that onslaught.

  I sure as hell hope so.

  She looks down. My cock remains painfully erect. It hasn’t lost an inch of length.

  She gets down onto her knees and pulls on my cock. Her mouth opens.

  “Willow, you don’t have to.”

  I see the desire in her eyes. “I want to.”

  I let her take my milky cock in her mouth, my shaft gliding over the velvet surface of her tongue and deep into the back of her throat.

  I hold her face against my groin and stare up at the light bulb. I don’t fuck her. I don’t even move back and forth. She simply slides a finger into my ass and hooks it downwards as I somehow, impossibly, I find release again.

  She takes it all, looking up to me with those wide, jeweled eyes, a puppy with her fleshy-moist mouth open and waiting.

  She lets a thin trail of desire sit on her tongue before swallowing it away, giggling.

  She wipes her mouth. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

&n
bsp; I collapse onto the bed, hands on my head. “Me neither.” I lift up. “And the spanking? What was that all about?”

  She collapses beside me. “Sorry. I got swept up in the moment.”

  “Don’t get me wrong. It was hot as hell, I just didn’t expect…”

  “A hot, sexy temptress to be hiding under this nerdy exterior?”

  “Precisely, though I always knew you had it in you.”

  “You did?”

  “Oh, yes. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you there was a kinky beast in there waiting to be unleashed.”

  She rolls over onto her belly, watching me with inquisitive eyes. “Maybe next time you can put it in my ass.”

  I almost choke. “What did you say?”

  She rolls back over laughing. “You heard me. Slugger.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  WILLOW

  A lot’s riding on this exam tomorrow. I study as much as my eyes will allow, finally deciding to head off to the showers once the letters start to blur together.

  Asher and I decide not to see each other the night before this next round of exams. The text I receive from him listing the many things he’s going to do to me tomorrow night doesn’t help. I actually have to Google one of them to make sure it’s not some kind of Peruvian animal.

  I’m smiling as I make my way down the hall to the floor’s communal bathroom, towel underarm.

  Its midnight, so the bathroom is largely abandoned. I prefer showering late anyhow, having the place to myself.

  I select a cubicle and undress. The shower blasts down over my body. I run my hands through my hair before placing them against the wall and watching the water gather around my feet. I’m tempted to run a hand between my legs, do something to temporarily stifle the intense need there, but no, not now, not here.

  Get through tomorrow and he’s all yours, I tell myself.

  My scholarship’s not out of the danger zone yet, but I’m confident, thanks to Asher’s help. If only he could sit it for me.

  I shut off the shower and step out, but when I reach for my towel, it’s gone.

  The hell?

  I step out of the cubicle completely naked and hear a telltale click.

  I cover myself by reflex, one arm over my breasts, the other pressing down between my legs.

 

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