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y mother is spending the night at my aunt's – a girls night, as she called it. I am not returning to the dorm until the new semester resumes. So, seeing as I've got the whole place to myself, I invite my boyfriend over.

Reading those words, I shoot upright and gun it for my bathroom. I need to shower, shave, moisturize, fix my hair, and find an outfit in record time.

My pulse is racing as I take my time in the shower, letting the water wash over my skin and wondering where tonight can lead. I know exactly where I want it to go.

I have expectations tonight and I hope Trent is on the same page as me.

Which is what leads me to lather on my favorite lotion, the one who's scent he loves and the one I know secretly drives him crazy. It also leads me to put on a skimpy baby blue nightie, the kind that plunges low and leaves little to the imagination. I wear a matching kimono to ward off the cold and let my bronze strands dry naturally.

God, I don't even know if he wants to take this slow, but I couldn't be more obvious. I'm ready for a dick-appointment. Everything about me is yelling I'm-ready-to-get-fucked-by-Trenton-Reynolds.

The doorbell rings and I run towards the door. Then I stop, get back into composure and eye myself in the entrance mirror. I touch my breasts and fluff my hair.

Satisfied that I look damn good, very slowly, I open the door.

Trent's arm is braced on the doorframe and he's holding what looks like a takeout bag from Marnie's Shack in the other hand.

The moment that flickers between is packed with rising heat. A muscle in Trent's jaw ticks, before he smiles without humour. "Hey, baby."

"Hi, babe," I quip, folding my arms under my chest. "What do you have there?"

"I didn't have dinner and I wasn't sure if you'd already eaten, so I brought us something."

So sweet, always thinking ahead. I step forward and my indecent state is now painfully obvious. Trent doesn't make a remark, choosing to quietly assess my body. I know he likes what he sees.

His mind is probably spinning with his next calculated move. I don't care what happens next, as long as something happens.

Taking the food from his hands, I invite him in.

As he toes off his boots and sheds his winter coat, I take note that his hair's a little wet – like he's just showered too. He smells clean in that earthy scent of his, as always, and has a few days worth of stubble on his chiseled jaw.

"Like what you see?" he teases with a click of his tongue.

You know I do. "Maybe."

His blue gaze fueled with heat as he peruses me from top to bottom again, starting a fire inside of me.

"I like what I see too." He stops at my breasts, noticing that I'm not wearing a bra. For his information, I'm not wearing panties either, but he can discover that fact for himself later.

He follows me into the kitchen, absorbing his surroundings. "This place almost looks the same as last the time I was here."

I bite my tongue, suddenly remembering that the last time he was here I was sixteen, bleeding on the kitchen floor after my asshole of an ex-stepfather had hit me. He'd come to my rescue then too, even though we weren't talking. The same way he came after me that night at the club when I'd been followed. We weren't talking all those months ago either.

Maybe that's the magic in Trenton Reynolds – he's always there to rescue the people who mean the world to him.

I don't make any further comment, because he hasn't associated in his mind that the last time he was here, I was battered and bruised. Instead, I place the takeout next to the bowl of pineapples I've cut up.

I plop one into my mouth, letting the sweet juices coat my tongue. "Mmm."

Trent closes up behind, molding himself to my back until I'm trapped between his unyielding body and the hard surface of the counter.

Every muscle in my body is hyperaware of him. I stiffen in anticipation but force myself to relax.

Trent's touch is featherlight as he moves my hair behind my ear and softly kisses my neck. I shiver.

Ever so slowly, his fingers glide over my kimono, slipping the material past my shoulder and exposing more of my skin for his pursing mouth.

"A-Are you hungry?" I ask.

"Yes," he rasps against my earlobe, before biting. "But not for food."

My eyes flutter close. Oh, my.

The air around us is charged with something electrifying. A heady sensation that makes me all too aware of where I begin and where he ends. It makes me feel dizzy and alive at the same time.

Trenton Reynolds. My favorite choice of drug.

"What do you have in mind?" My voice carries out breathless, filled with want for him.

"You." Trent wraps my hair around his fist in the way I love and tugs, until my head is forced back against his shoulder to meet his wild gaze. "Let's not play around any longer. I want this. I fucking want you."

Just like that, our mouths connect like two magnets seeking each other, releasing shameful gasps and moans at the hot contact. My toes curl and butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach as our lips move against one another in an erotic dance of dominance.

He doesn't let me win. I don't let him win either.

I can feel his cock hardening against my ass as evidence of his brazen lust for me and me alone. I rub myself against him, rocking back until he hisses out a sharp breath.

"Bedroom," he commands, hauling me into his arms.

My legs strap around his hips at the same time that my fingers tunnel in his hair, keeping his mouth occupied with mine as he rushes us up the stairs. He stumbles momentarily when I suck an enthusiastic hickey against his neck.

I have this animalistic urge to mark him, kiss his beautiful golden skin everywhere.

We make it to my bedroom in a haste, where he gently lowers me to the ground.

Breaking away from our kiss, my breathing is labored along with his. Trent is watching the rise and fall of my tits, his eyes gleaming with a myriad of emotions.

It's as if we're looking at one another and acknowledging that after years of friendship, good times and unstoppable feelings, we are finally going to do this.

Leaning forward, I flick the switch, so we're illuminated in the barest amount of light.

He looks so handsome tonight in all black: jeans and a short-sleeved polo that only emphasizes his bulging arms. I reckon he'll look even more handsome naked.

Excitement bubbles up in my stomach again and I can't help but grin. "Is this going to happen, Trent?"

"What do you think, hermosa?" He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me against him and whispering huskily, "There's no way you're leaving this room until I've fucked us both into exhaustion."

It doesn't take long before we enter a frenzy. I claw at his shirt, ripping it over his head, so he can deliver on his every threat.

I need him inside of me and every second he's not there is torture.

He's tearing my kimono off, his lips attaching to my neck and kissing any expanse he can find. He bites down on my pulse. My exhale is stuttered and the twinge between my hips is growing until I feel the unbearable need to scissor my thighs and ride it out.

"No. Don't you dare," he grates, holding my wrist when I try to lower my fingers to my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I whimper as he sandwiches my small body between the door and himself. It's like he's reminding me of the differences in our strengths and I love it. With one hand, he clasps both my hands above my head. With the other, my tight nightie is jerked up impatiently, so it's left bunched over my breasts.

The cool air and dark look he's casting me causes my nipples to bead.

I barely have a second to catch the hungry gleam inching upon his face before his mouth is latching onto my nipple. I gasp, my whole body turning into a quivering mess.

My head lolls back as he delivers the same treatment to the other, sucking me right to heaven. I used to feel insecure about my smaller chest size but Trent worships me, licking me with the flat of his tongue like I'm the best flavor of candy.

You taste so sweet, hermosa.

I'm going to make you play with yourself when I'm deep inside you. You're going to love it, aren't you?

I can't take it anymore.

I use my legs to climb him, vining them around his waist and digging my feet into his butt to pull him forward. I mindlessly grind myself against him, needing friction and coating his abs with my arousal.

He notices. He loves it.

Trent's mouth is back on mine, but he doesn't kiss me. Just breathes me, as he sets my wrist free. "So fucking impatient, baby," he snarls, delivering a stinging slap to my tits before twisting my nipples harshly.

Oh, God.

The pain is quickly dimmed by the pleasure. He knows I like things rough. He knows I love it rough.

I beg for more. He doesn't give it to me.

Instead, Trent carries me over to my bed, where he recklessly throws me in the middle. His eyes glaze over as my small frame bounces a little from his manhandling, once again showing me that he can easily overpower me. I love that he's not gentle with me. I'm not made of glass and I don't want to be treated like it.

In my bed, I lean back on my elbows and split my legs.

Taking his time, he smirks darkly at me, undoing his belt buckle and throwing his wallet on the blanket. There's so much threat behind that look, I can't wait.

His jeans follow suit, until he's at the foot of my bed, gloriously naked. Every inch of his tan skin is exposed for my appraisal and I know I've won the jackpot. There's no one more beautiful to me. I don't think I've seen such a big man – his bulging arms honed from years of football, the broad expanse of his chest, the V cut of his hips, those powerful thighs, and that thick cock jutting out like a sinful promise.

I start touching myself, marvelling at the sight before me. "Trent."

How many times have I imagined this moment? How many times has he played a pivotal role in my fantasy, in my dreams, bringing me over the brink of my desire?

Too many time. Now he's finally here.

His smile is crooked as he starts to climb onto the bed slowly, like he's the predator and I'm his prey, finally caught, about to be ravished. God, I want to be ravished.

"Stop touching yourself," he orders, coming to his knees in front of me. "That's my job, baby."

He grasps my ankles, firmly circling them, before throwing my legs over his shoulders. I yelp, and he starts to laugh, the corners of his eye crinkling.

So perfect. My boyfriend is so very perfect.

"Fine," I huff, taking the time to discard my nightie. I throw it over my bed and now I'm just as naked as him.

He drops my legs from his shoulders and folds me in half like I'm a ragdoll, until my knees are touching my chest. "You're so beautiful. God, I'm going to love fucking you, my little spinner."

"Then do it already! You're so chatty tonight."

"Patience," he warns me with one smoldering look. "Being a smartass won't get you anywhere, hermosa." Then he bites my lip and pulls, his breath fanning me in the most endearing manner. "Keep your legs open and your knees high, baby."

I groan in a mixture of frustration and horny, but do as he says, holding myself in place. Trent kisses his way down the valley of my breast, over my taut stomach, circling my navel with his daredevil tongue, until he reaches my bare pussy.

Using his thumbs, he parts my wet folds and leans in for a strong lick. "Mhm." All I see is the mischievousness swirling in the depths of his blue gaze. Then, this big fucking man worships me, French kissing my pussy like it's the best thing he's ever had and I'm moaning loud enough to wake the fucking dead.

My bedroom is suffused with the sound of him eating me out, the squelching noises of my arousal, my pleas for more, and my voraciously beating heart.

"Sweeter than I remembered." His groan vibrates against my wet flesh as he inserts a blunt finger. A second finger. Finger-fucking me hard and working me to the tipping point.

The muscles in my thighs are quaking and I can't hold on anymore. I feel my orgasm looming, knowing it's going to shatter me whole. My toes are digging into his shoulders, my fingers biting into the skin of my knees. "Trent. Trent." He's relentless, sucking my clitoris and smiling through my torment as my head thrashes. "I'm so close. Please. I –"

He stops, raising his head to tenderly kiss my inner thighs. His mouth and chin are glistening with me.

I half-sob-half-whimper when he's taken away what I needed. "Why...Please."

"I want you coming around my cock." He winks, the tears open a condom, and slowly rolls it down his hard length.

"You...You don't need that," I find my voice – it's breathy and small. "I'm clean and covered."

His inhale is sharp, and his chest muscles bow. "I'm clean, too. You sure, baby?"

I nod, coming to my knees in front of him, a little shakily. "Yes. I want to feel all of you."

Trent rips the condom off, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and bringing me in for a kiss. I taste myself, as he plunders his tongue inside the cavern of my mouth. My hand wraps around the root of his cock and I start jerking him slowly, giving the tip a good squeeze. He chokes out a groan, laying kisses all over my face.

I circle his engorged head with precum, before bringing it to my mouth for a lick.

Trent watches me, licking his own lips. The playfulness is gone and in its place is filthy need. This is our tipping point. There's never any returning from here.

"What did I say I would do to you?" he croaked in my ear. "When I fucked you the first time..."

Just remembering his words has my inner walls clenching, throbbing with need. My arousal has already seeped down to my thighs. "O-On all fours," I swallow. "Because I like it rough."

"And that's exactly how you'll get it." He makes a noise that's pure sex in the back of his throat, as sexual craving blankets all over his features. "Turn around, baby."

I do, and he guides me until I'm position just as he wants me. On all fours in front of him.

"Fuck me," I beg, feeling his hair roughened thighs plastered to the backs of mine, my fingers clenching the sheets beneath.

His thick cockhead nudges my opening and I whimper as he slips in slowly, so fucking slowly, dragging out a scream from my throat.

He's not fully inside of me yet, stopping short of those remaining inches. He's too big. I want more. I can't get more.

I glance over my shoulder and see his head is thrown back, as he groans gutturally. The corded muscles in his neck work so beautifully. "Cher. Such a tiny pussy, baby."

Oh, God. I can't take this torment. "Fuck me, please. Please. Please. Trent. Fuck me." I'm panting, my knuckles going white from the pressure of holding the fuck on.

He slips out fully, and I cry at the loss of him.

Giving me a sinister smirk, he spanks my ass so fucking hard, I see the stars. "Demanding little thing, aren't you?" He shoves inside of me halfway only and I scream with pleasure and pain. He leans over, biting my shoulder and coming to my ear. "And here you thought you could take my cock, huh, hermosa? Work those hips if you want the rest of me. Fuck yourself."

I want to hit him for taunting me, for making me feel this way. He's not giving me what I want.

But I become frantic when he swats my ass again, saying 'Fuck me, dammit' in that commanding tone. So, I do. I cry out loud as I rock back into him, riding him myself, with quick snaps of my hips. I'm trying, but I feel frustrated when I can't take all of him. He's too big.

Suddenly, Trent clamps my hips and thrusts all the way in, bottoming inside of me. I squeal, and he groans out loud. "Fuckkkkkkkkk."

I feel so stretched – so full. Impaled on his thick dick, like he's the center of my universe. I start where he does. I end where he does.

I'm panting hard, feeling short of breath, my eyes stinging.

"Hold onto something," he instructs gravelly.

Shakily, I reach for the first thing I can.

And now he's doing the fucking.

Pressing the nape of my neck until I'm ass up and face down, his strong body is drilling mine forward with every rapid, deep stroke. I'm biting the sheets with my teeth, my hands holding onto the headboard for dear life.

Our little bubble is filled with my screams, his filthy groans, and the sound of our flesh slapping: my ass bouncing in his lap, his balls hitting my wet flesh in a way that has my clit throbbing.

"This what you wanted?" he growls, hips pistonning. "A hard-raw fuck from your man, baby?"

My response is muffled. Yes. Yes.

"I can't hear you." He reaches down to fist my hair, continuing to fuck me and spanking my ass. "Answer me."

I gasp, my eyes rolling back. "Yes. Yes. More. Harder."

He starts to slow down. "Touch yourself. Show me what you do to yourself when you think of me."

With one hand I grasp the headboard, and with the other I'm rubbing my middle finger over my clit with the need to come. Feeling so close. I'm moaning, my pussy milking him hard.

"Oh, God," I scream as he clenches my breasts, using my body to jerk himself like I'm his personal pleasure toy.

"He can't help you, baby." He teases darkly, pummelling my insides with his thick cock. His sweat drips onto my back. "Only me."

I'm roaming so close to the edge. On his next drive, Trent hits a deep spot inside of me and I close my eyes, letting go with a final scream.

He fucks me through my orgasm, my flesh feeling so sensitive and abused in the best way ever. I fall limp on the bed, unable to hold myself up in the aftermath of our rough lovemaking.

"I'm not done with you, Cher."

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Without pulling out, Trent switches our position, turning me on his cock like I weigh nothing until I land on my back. Oh, my God. The feel of my inner walls dragging around him still fully hard is divine.

"I gave you what you wanted," he grates, hands cupping my knees. "Now give me what I want. Eyes on me, baby."

Trent molds me for his pleasure, throwing my legs over his shoulders and folding my body in half. He bears down on me in a way I've never been taken before. I feel so small against him as he covers me, trapping me and bouncing his dick inside me with each brutal thrust.