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  Her eyes widen as her smile resumes. "You'd want that?"

  "Yes, a thousand times yes." And then it's my smile that fades. "Unless you don't?"

  Sophie moves her legs, reminding my cock of its warm haven. Her slight shimmy brings it back to life.

  "I'd love that," she says. "To be a mom to your baby. After all, I'm yours, right?"

  It's amazing that I'm still hard after all of that, but I am. And hearing Sophie admit that she's mine and wants my babies makes me even harder. I rock my hips, sliding my cock out and gently plunging it in and out.

  "Only forever,” I whisper as I push in and pull out. I've never felt anything like her pussy. It's tight and smooth, like a silk glove. In no time at all, I find our rhythm.

  She's so fucking responsive. As I move, Sophie is moving with me, a gentle rocking.

  It's then that I remember her fantasy—fast and hard.

  “Sharing fantasies demonstrates trust.” Dr. Kizer’s words come back to me.

  Sophie shared hers.

  Though it's the last thing I want to do, I pull out. Before Sophie can say anything, I command, “Roll over. Get on your hands and knees.”

  It seems as though she's about to hesitate when a large smile fills her expression, and she obeys.

  I stroke my cock, running my hand up and down. When I look down, I see it's covered in our silky, sticky come. It's then I notice the pink tint, the evidence of Sophie's gift to me. Her virginity is mine. But I want more. I want to be the only one ever to know the heaven of her cunt.

  I lean my body over hers, my cock rubbing against her ass as my chest covers her back. With my lips near her ear, I say, "Sophie, you gave me my fantasy. Now it's your turn."

  As I sit back, I slap her ass with my hand, and she cries out, more in shock than pain.

  I slap her other butt cheek, seeing my bright red handprints and lean over her again. "Real life or fantasy, what will it be?"

  She cranes her neck toward me, her long hair hanging to the other shoulder. "Make my fantasies real."

  One more slap on her perfect round ass. "Is this too real?"

  Her ass shimmies as her knees move farther apart. From my view, I see our come shining on her thighs. I also see by the way her pussy pulsates that she is ready for more, but I want to hear it.

  This time I reach for her hair and fist it tightly. Yanking her head backward, again with my lips near her ear, I suck the sensitive skin of her neck. Her whimpers are an aphrodisiac as my cock throbs in my grip. "Don't make me punish you. I asked you a question. Is this too real?"

  I have her face pulled upward. Her tits heave as she fights to breathe. “No,” she manages.

  “No, Sir,” I correct.

  Her pink tongue darts to her lips. “No, Sir. This is perfect real.”

  Releasing her hair, I grab her hip and line the tip of my cock up with her cunt. Creating suspense, I dip it in and then pull it out, rubbing the tip from her tight hole to her dripping pussy. After a few times, she moves back toward me as her whine of lust fills the room.

  I smack her ass, bringing the red back to life. "No. Remember, I'm in control."

  "Yes, Sir."

  I tease her opening again. "I believe my girl asked for fast and hard. Is that correct?"

  “Yes. Oh, please.”

  “Please?”

  “Please, Sir.” Her plea so breathy, it drips with unbridled need and desire.

  Without restraint I plunge balls deep inside of her. I never would have been able to do that the first time, but now her cunt is ready for me. It's made for me, and I need to have it, have all of her.

  Like an animal, I’m primal and unleashed. Carnal instinct and desire overtake me. There is no gentleness. I'm not sure if I've ever taken a woman with this much force, yet as I pound inside of her, as my balls tighten with unrelenting need to claim this woman and fill her with more of my seed, it is as if I'm possessed.

  I'm not sure how long we go at it. Time stands still as my cock plummets and my balls bounce off her firm ass. She comes and comes. I feel her shatter and hear her screams of ecstasy, but I don't stop. I don't even slow. Until, finally, the pleasure overtakes me, and relief floods my system. Sex with Sophie is like a drug I have only heard about—the fucking best high in the world. And then my body collapses as my come fills her to overflowing, leaking down her thighs and onto the bed below.

  As I pull out, I have the overwhelming fear that I've been too rough. I don't know where it came from, and though it felt right, I am suddenly concerned. That is, until... she rolls to her back and smiles up at me.

  “I think I’ll share more fantasies,” she says with a sparkle in her blue eyes.

  “I’ll do my best to make them come true.”

  Sophie

  "You’re off to a good start."

  "Sophie, was it too—?"

  "Matt, that was...I don't have words. How could you possibly know my fantasy?"

  Matt grins as he falls to my side and pulls me against his chest. "You're okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? I never want to hurt you."

  My palm covers his cheek, and I rub the scruff that felt so good at my core. "I'm serious, how did you know? I mean, I didn't know if that was really possible. It was like every book but a million times better."

  "Sophie, you're my fantasy too. I've never been like that. You make me lose control. I want to do things to you that I've never done before." His expression saddens, "But I don't want to scare you away. If it's too much—"

  "How can you scare me away? I'm yours forever."

  Matt sits up and looks down at me. Slowly and gently, he tugs my hair until it's fanned over the pillow. "You're more beautiful than I remember, more stunning than your pictures." He touches my lips. "You're also the sunshine I remember. Your smile is addicting and contagious. I love seeing your lips all pink and bruised. I think I'll keep them like that forever."

  "Forever?" I ask.

  "Is there anything stopping your forever? I'll marry you tomorrow, or is it today?"

  "I start college in two weeks."

  "I can afford whatever you want. You don't need to go to school. I know your major. My company has lots of events. You can work for me, for us," he corrects. "Marry me, and it will be half yours."

  I shrug. "I think I want all of it—marriage and education. Is that too much?"

  He leans down and kisses my nose. "If that's what you want, then that's what we can do."

  I swallow, thinking about my grandparents. "Can we take this slow? Like maybe not get married—"

  I stop speaking as his eyes narrow.

  "Listen," I say hurriedly. "Not get married tomorrow or today," I add with a smile. "I know you've been married before, but I haven't. I'd like a wedding. How about after my first semester?"

  His body stiffens. "None of that dorm shit. You're living with me. There's no way I'm leaving you alone with college boys."

  "Why would I want a boy when I have a man?"

  His chest rises and falls. "I trust you. It's them I don't trust."

  "My grandparents..."

  Matt takes a deep breath. "Okay. We can ease them into it. Is your first semester paid?"

  I nod.

  "Including housing?"

  "Yes...Sir," I add with a grin.

  Matt shakes his head. "Be careful. I'm ready to take you again."

  "Real life or fantasy?"

  His lips connect with mine. When he finally pulls away, I'm lost in the emotion of his green eyes. It's like I'm all he can see. "Sophie, whatever you need to have—real life or fantasy—I’ll never deny you. I’m the man to give you what you want."

  "Yes, you are, but only forever. How about I start at the dorm, but” —I shrug my shoulder— “I spend whatever time here you want me to spend?"

  "That's every minute of every day. It'll be hard for you to get to class."

  "One day at a time."

  "As long as one thing is clear: you're mine." Matt reaches down and cups my core. "And this
pussy is mine. No one, not even you, can bring it pleasure. That's my job." His brow lengthens. "Is that understood?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  I giggle as he moves on top of me.

  "I warned you."

  "I guess I'm a slow learner."

  "Tell me, Sophie. What other fantasies have you had?"

  I look down, but the way he's on top of me, I still can't see his cock. "I still haven't seen you."

  "I'm big."

  My eyes widen. "I know that."

  "You want to see my cock?"

  "I do."

  "What will you do to see it?"

  I swallow, thinking of the books I've read. Before I can speak, Matt rolls off of me, covering himself with the sheets and giving me the answer. "Beg."

  "Beg to see your cock?"

  He nods and tips his head toward the floor. "On your knees, now."

  My pulse races as I crawl from the big bed to the floor. Lowering myself to my knees, I bow my head. "Sir, may I please see your cock?"

  My wet thighs grow wetter as I wait for his answer. I keep my head bowed, like scenes I’ve read. It's his feet I see first, right in front of me. It takes all my self-control not to lift my eyes as his stance widens.

  "Because you've been a good girl, I'll not only let you see it, you may also suck it."

  I lick my lips in anticipation as I lift my chin.

  Fuck!

  It's huge.

  It's rock-hard and pointed upward. A lump forms in my throat as I imagine that giant thing inside of me.

  "Sophie," Matt says softly. "Take a breath. You're all right. You can do it."

  "It's so big."

  "Like that manatee?" he asks with a hint of laughter to his voice.

  "I didn't try to suck the manatee. The manatee wasn't inside me."

  His soft laugh grows, rumbling through the bedroom. "No, it wasn't, but I was. You can do this. Remember you wanted to taste my come?"

  I nod.

  He reaches for my chin. "You can tell me no, or you're tired, or not tonight. I'll always listen."

  I try to swallow again. "Sir, I want to try."

  His chest rises and falls as he grasps his length. "Have you...?"

  With my eyes still too wide, I shake my head.

  "Think of it like a popsicle, a warm, really big popsicle."

  I smile. "I always liked popsicles."

  "Open your mouth, and watch those teeth."

  Closing my eyes, I do as he says. Musk fills my nose and touches my tongue as I lick the tip. When I do, his cock twitches. I open my eyes to see Matt's eyes closed. Slowly, I open my lips wider and take a little more inside. It's tart and salty. I bob my head. Inch by inch, I work him, taking him deeper until his length reaches the back of my throat.

  Though he started this fantasy all domineering-like, as I have him between my lips, Matt is anything but. He's in a state of bliss, letting me have my way. With each suck and lick, I'm filled with a sense of control. I'm in charge of his pleasure, and it's empowering.

  I keep going as his cock grows even harder. Adding my hands, I fist what won’t fit in my mouth and roll his balls in my fingertips. His breathing quickens and stance widens.

  "Sophie, I'm..." He tries to push me away, but I reach for his legs. I know what's coming, and I want to taste every drop.

  It's as he comes that Matt reaches for my head and gently thrusts into my mouth. Hurriedly, I swallow, gulp after gulp. It’s not like anything I’ve ever tasted. Once he's done, I continue to suck and lick. His legs grow slack in my grasp as I keep working, making sure I've cleaned every drop.

  "Fuck, Sophie. That can't be your first blow job."

  I stand, reaching my tiptoes, and kiss him deeply. He wanted me to taste myself. I want the same for him. As our kiss ends, I say, "It was. I'll try to work on my technique. Tell me what I need to do."

  Shaking his head, Matt says, "Move in tonight because you're a natural."

  Sophie

  I flop down on the bed in my dorm room. My roommate, McKenzie, seems nice enough, but she's not who I plan on spending most of my nights with. After our first few days of classes, I'm more than ready to spend time at Matt's place.

  Though Matt wasn't sure about me living in the dorm, living here makes it a lot easier to slip away than from my grandparents’ house. I was never able to spend a full night away unless I told them I was at a friend's house. They may be old, but they aren't senile. It didn't make sense that I went from never sleeping over at anyone's house to suddenly being gone every night.

  I had lots of girls I got along with in high school but not since Becky had I ever had a best friend. Cindy is probably the closest but more than likely because we work together. Up until Matt, I was too busy to do high-school-girl things. Now, I'm no longer in high school, and with him, I'm no longer a girl. I'm a woman.

  Maybe the dorm will help me have that best friend again.

  My phone vibrates with a text message:

  Matt:

  I’LL BE THERE IN FIFTEEN MINUTES.

  Me:

  DOES THAT MEAN I’LL COME IN SIXTEEN?

  Matt:

  WEAR A DRESS AND YOU’LL COME IN FIFTEEN AND TWO SECONDS.

  Me:

  CONFIDENT MUCH?

  Matt:

  DO YOU DOUBT ME?

  Hell, no, I don't doubt him. I'm already wet, and he's not even near me.

  Me:

  NO, SIR. NEVER.

  Matt:

  FUCK. I’M RUNNING STOPLIGHTS. I’LL BE THERE IN TEN.

  Me:

  DON’T GET PULLED OVER. I’LL HAVE TO TAKE MATTERS IN MY OWN HANDS.

  Matt:

  DON’T EVEN JOKE, BEAUTIFUL. I’LL PUNISH YOUR ASS. YOUR PUSSY IS MINE.

  Me:

  LOVE YOU.

  Matt:

  I LOVE YOU TOO. I’M READY TO SHOW YOU HOW MUCH.

  I can't stop the goofy smile. It's only been four weeks, but it's been the best four weeks of my life. And now we'll be able to spend more time together.

  It isn't like Matt's always available either. He has work. He has other obligations. But when we are together, it seems like it's only us. No one else matters.

  "Hey, Sophie," McKenzie says as she opens the door and comes in our room, throwing her backpack on her bed. "Ready for dinner?"

  "I'm sorry. I'm going to go out with a friend."

  Her eyes widen. "A friend or a boyfriend?"

  It's hard for me to think of Matt as a boyfriend because he isn't a boy, but then again, that is what he is. I could say fiancé, but I don't have a ring yet. That hasn't stopped him talking about the wedding.

  I'm trying to decide if I want one in town or a destination wedding. With starting university and moving out of my grandparents’ house, it's all been so much. The idea of getting married has me excited but also exhausted. It seems like lately all I want to do is sleep. That's why I haven't seen Matt for a few days.

  Now, I'm beyond ready.

  I shrug. "Boyfriend, but he's not a boy."

  She jumps to the end of my bed and sits with a pounce. The movement makes me bounce and giggle.

  "Tell me!" she says. "So…is he older?"

  "Yes."

  "Have you guys done it?"

  My cheeks grow hot. "Yes. Have you?"

  Is this what college is about, having girl talks with your roommate?

  I'm not sure, but in a way, I like it. Since Matt and I have been seeing one another, he's convinced me to take a step back from the Ritz and concentrate on school. That isn't completely true. He wants me to concentrate on him but school also because it's what I want.

  McKenzie nods. "Yeah, Justin and I've been together for over a year. He'll be here this weekend. He goes to Florida State. We figure we'll switch off weekends." Her nose scrunches. "Sorry, I know I should have asked. I'm just glad you have a boyfriend too. Where does he go?"

  "He doesn't. He's out of school."

  "Oh! Like graduated?"

  "Yeah," I say, not tel
ling her that he's not only graduated undergrad, but postgrad, like ten years ago. Truth is, Matt is thirty-six.

  "I can't wait to meet him."

  I stand, straightening the skirt of my sundress, and reach for my purse. "One day. And hey, the weekend thing is cool with me. I probably won't be here a lot. The guy I’m dating has a house off campus." A multimillion-dollar home on the water, but saying that seems like overkill.

  Suddenly, the door to our dorm room opens, and a girl about our age peeks her head in. "Sorry," she says. "I'm not trying to bother you, but someone told me that Sophie Hawkins is here."

  I narrow my eyes. There's something about this girl that's familiar. It's her eyes, her green eyes. "I-I'm Sophie."

  Our door flies open, and the green-eyed girl rushes toward me, wrapping me in a hug. "Oh my God, it is you! I'm Becky! Becky Hamilton! Do you remember me?"

  My eyes open wide. "Becky! It's been forever!" And I'm going to marry your dad.

  Yep, this didn't seem like the right place to say that.

  "Oh my gosh! Sophie, I'm so sorry we haven't kept up." She turns toward McKenzie. "Hi, I'm Becky Hamilton. Sorry to bother you two, but I just had to see if my best friend ever is really in my dorm."

  "Your dorm?" I ask. "You live here too?" Why didn't Matt tell me?

  "Yes, just three doors down. Let's catch up. We can order pizza. You still like pizza, don't you?"

  I nod. "I do, but—”

  "But Sophie can't," McKenzie volunteers. "She's got a hot date with an older guy."

  My stomach twists at my roommate’s honesty. If only she knew.

  "Really? Cool!" Becky says.

  My phone buzzes.

  Matt:

  WHERE ARE YOU?

  I try to force a grin. "I do, and he's here." I give Becky a quick squeeze. "Maybe another day?"

  "Okay. Hey, have fun!"

  I just nod again as I hurry out of my room and toward the front of the building.

  Matt

  My dick doubles in size just seeing Sophie walk from the glass doors to the car. It's a new Audi convertible. I just bought it today.