Chapter 48
FORTY-EIGHT
Sophia moans, the sweet sounds reaching my ears like the prettiest melodies ever created. I push her head further into the pillow, driving my cock as deep as possible inside of her. Her cunt squeezes around me, and I groan, slamming into her again.
“You always feel incredible,” I grit out, one hand tangling in her hair as I yank her head back. “So fucking perfect, and all mine.”
Sophia’s exhausted: her body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, her hair is messy, tangled in some spots. Her makeup is smeared below her eyes, and her lipstick is no longer on her lips.
“Soren,” her soft whimper only makes me thrust into her harder, pulling her up to sit on her knees. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I murmur against her ear, loving the way she shivers at the littlest, simplest things.
“More,” she moans. “I need more.”
“Oh, I think I have a rather good idea,” I chuckle, then pull out of her. Sophia whines at the loss of the contact, but I’m quick to grab her hand and pull her off the bed. Our clothes are scattered all around the floor, and confusion washes over her face.
“What are you doing?” She asks, her breathing uneven.
I spin her so that her back is facing me, and gently bend her while she’s standing up. Without a warning, I push my cock back into her eager pussy, rolling my eyes in pure ecstasy at the sound of her suppressed scream.
My hand reaches over to grip her chin tightly, forcing her to look forward. “I want you to watch while I’m fucking you, princess,” I murmur softly, and her eyes immediately dart toward the big mirror in front of us.
Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from the kisses, and her eyes are glossy with need. The way she submits to me is exhilarating, and I’ve never felt anything quite like this. It’s probably why this is the sixth time tonight that I’m fucking her.
I can’t keep my hands off her. I can’t get her off my mind. She’s all I can think about; she’s the air I breathe. Fucking hell, she has me wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn’t even know it.
Her legs start trembling as I fuck her with intensity that she adores, my cock twitching inside of her. The sound of her moans, my curses, and our bodies slapping together fills her dorm, I can’t get enough of the feeling of her wrapped around my cock, right where she belongs.
“Such a filthy little whore,” I murmur, her eyes getting teary. “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you, Princess?”
“Yes,” she croaks out, and I can’t help but grope her bosom. They fill my hands so fucking perfectly, her nipples erect. I pull on one, and Sophia moans in pleasure, her voice taking a raspy note. “God, Soren.”
“That’s right,” I slam into her with violence that always makes her legs buckle a little. “I’m your fucking God, Princess. And you’re nothing but a little whore for me, ready to be used and filled with my cum.”
Her eyes darken a shade, her cheeks deepening in color, and she struggles to keep herself on her feet. She looks away from the mirror, and I reach down, slapping her pussy, her overstimulated clit swollen under my touch.
“Fuck,” she gasps. “Please, please.”
“Please, what?”
“I can’t handle it anymore,” she whines, but the look on her face tells me otherwise. She’s trying to push me, to see just how far she can before I snap. I pull out of her and shove her back on the bed.
She lays on her back, spread for me. Her entire body is covered in the hickeys I’ve been leaving the past few days, her inner thighs filled with my teeth marks.
Slowly, I grab her legs, pushing them toward her chest. Her eyes widen as I drive back into her, her hands gripping the silk sheets beneath her body.
“You’ll handle everything I throw your fucking way,” I grab her throat, squeezing the sides, just enough to warn her. “Because you’re a good little slut, Princess. Because you’ll do everything I tell you to, won’t you?”
Sophia screams my name, and I can feel myself nearing the edge. She’s breathless, trying to gasp for the air that I’m holding onto. She’ll breathe when I allow her to, and she’ll fucking love every moment of it.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” I lean in, kissing her jaw. Her hands come to my back, clawing at them. Her nails dig into my skin, the aching sensation making me moan against her flesh. “I’m going to fill you up, Princess. I’ll make sure my cum is so deep inside of you that it’ll be leaking out for fucking days.”
Sophia whimpers beneath me, her entire body trembling. “Soren, please.”
“Please, what, my little slut?”
“Please, come inside me.”
The words have an instant reaction from me. I go fucking feral, thrusting inside of her deeper than I thought possible, basking in the deep screams of pain mixed with pleasure that come from the depth of her throat.
I release the hold on her throat, slowly pressing just below her bellybutton. Her eyes widen in horror, and she immediately starts shaking her head. “Wait, Soren, if you do that, I’ll—”
It’s too fucking late. I grin, pressing roughly, and have the utmost pleasure of watching her squirt all over me. Her body shakes almost uncontrollably, her moans gradually getting louder and louder.
Her juices soak me, and I slam into her, one last time, before making sure to paint her pretty cunt with my cum; my cock twitches as the thrill of the possibility of knocking her up washes over me.
I take a deep breath, lowering her legs off my shoulders, but staying deep inside of her. Sophia’s panting, her breathing heavy, eyes closing. The trembling of her body starts to ease, and I let her rest, to try and gain back the strength I took from her.
“Fucking hell,” she mutters, slumping against the bed fully, her body going limp.
I chuckle, lying on top of her, careful not to put all of my body weight on top of her. My hands go underneath her, wrapping around her waist as I pull her impossibly closer, kissing her tits before lying my head on her chest.
“You’re one insatiable fucker,” she chuckles, running her fingers through my hair.
I hum in response. “You love it, though.”
“That, I do.”
“We’re almost done with the Academy,” I mutter against her chest, gripping her tighter.
“I know,” she sighs. “I do need to continue studying.”
I lift my head to look at her, a small smirk on my lips. “You do realize I’ll beat you, right? There’s no chance in hell I’ll ever let you have a better score than me.”
Her eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them. “Is that a challenge, Ford?”
“It sure is, Sloane,” I wink. “Do you think you could beat me?”
Fury flashes in her expression, and I know I just poked a bear. I probably shouldn’t have done that, but it’s so fun seeing Sophia so riled up.
“I have a better score than you overall,” she hisses. “There’s no fucking chance you’re ever beating me. Got it?”
“How about we make a bet?”
Her ears perk a little. “What’s the wager?”
“How about…” I pause for a moment, thinking. “The loser has to be the one to announce to our families that we’re together?”
Her face pales, dread washing over her. But I know her, and the emotions slip as if they were never there in the first place, determination taking over. “Fine. But be prepared to have your teeth knocked out by my Dad. He hates you.”
I chuckle. “Ah, but you should be scared of my mother. Remember that purse you wanted so desperately?”
“Yeah?” Sophia lifts a brow. “You found it for me. I’ve been wearing it religiously.”
I give her a sheepish smile. “Yeah, about that… I might’ve stolen it from mom’s collection.”
“You did what?!”
I slowly pull out of her, and she winces a little. Immediately, I start rubbing her inner thighs to lessen the ache. “Well, that was the best I could do! I couldn’t find it otherwise.”
“And your brilliant idea was to steal it from your mother, a woman who hates me already? What will happen when she notices it on me?”
“You deal with it, because you’re such a smart girl,” I lean in, kissing her forehead. “Go shower, I’ll change the sheets and grab your snacks.”
With a sigh, she rolls over, getting off the bed. “Fine, but you have a lot of cuddling to do to make up for that little bag issue.”