Page 132 of Fervency Love

“Your buddies know better than you, it seems. Have you even been to school this week?”

“I have.”

“Oh yeah? How many times?”

“Stop acting like my mom.”

“I’m worried about you is all, Connor.”

“Well, stop. I’ve got everything under control.”

“You do? What brings you to me?”

“I missed you.”

“Interesting.”

“Oh, quit it. I know you missed me too.”

“Does that change anything? Who am I to you currently? What place in the hierarchy of values and priorities do I have? Huh? Just be honest for once. Can you?”

For a moment he stares.

“Yeah, I fucked up a bit lately. I don’t know why this keeps happening. I come to see you, and on the way I just walk into one of the guys, you know.”

“That’s just it! Why is it so fucking hard to tell them you’re on your way to see me? Why do you always pick your friends? What makes you act as if you didn’t want them to call you weak? Is that it, Connor? Huh? Tell me! You’re making me lose interest in spending time with you. I don’t want to have to ask for your attention. I should be your priority. If I’m not, what are you even doing here? I’ll never be your rebound girl. I want to be everything for you. Like before.”

I’m crying before I finish.

“Hey, don’t cry…” He steps closer and wipes away the moisture.

I lean against the wall behind me. He locks me in a cage of his arms and presses his gorgeous lips to mine. His warm, wet tongue twists around mine, and our passion rewards all the hurts instantly. I love this boy so much. My pulse quickens. Ve shifts closer, his crotch rubbing against my thigh. I feel the pang I know so well down between my legs. He takes my shirt off, unbuttons my pants, and lets them fall to the floor. I step out and kick them away. I unzip his trousers and grab what’s rightfully mine. His prick is as ready as it gets, proudly standing to attention. Ve’s hands slide under my ass and lift me into the air, pinning me to the wall. I wrap my legs around his hips and he rubs at my swollen clit, so starved of attention. With one swift push, he’s inside me.

“Oh, yeah. I missed him.”

“And he missed you.”

Horrid thoughts assault my mind. That’s why he’s here. He needed a fuck. On the one hand, that’s good. A lot better than if he were to seek fulfilment somewhere else. On the other—it does not make me happier to know that sex is the only thing that brings him to me. It’s beginning to look like were just friends with benefits, not an actual couple. I don’t want that.

Those thoughts are so intrusive, for a moment I find it hard to focus on the pleasure his steady, hard, and deep thrusts are bringing me. We’re simply perfect for each other. We fit. We gel. My sensations in this position are so intense… The fact that he’s fucking me against the wall in the hallway, with a large mirror behind him where I can watch what he’s doing, is amazing. After a moment, I feel myself contracting inside. I dig my fingernails into Ve’s shoulders and jerk at his shirt without control over my own movements, and let the orgasm take over. I slump down the wall and kneel before him, taking that impressive cock in my mouth and sucking hard. Ve grasps my head and directs me. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see our reflection. I’m getting wetagain. That view turns me on. His breathing is fast, shallow. I stop for a moment.

“Look in the mirror,” I say.

He turns his head, and I put his prick back into my mouth, picking up the pace, and shoving it down my throat.

“Holy fuck! What a view. You’re so innocent, and the things you do to me… You look so luscious. I love you so much, Gail!” he cries, and his cock throbs in my throat.

I clamp on harder and twist my tongue around it. He takes my hair and presses my head closer. I choke, but he doesn’t let go, only pushing harder. His hot semen fills my mouth and flows down my gullet. He waits for me to swallow it all before letting me go. When the cock leaves my mouth, I run my tongue over my mouth, sending Ve a lascivious look. He lets out a moan.

“The way you make me feel, girl… You have no idea what power you have over my dick and me.”

“You like it like that?” I ask.

“Like what?”

“Hard. You do like it.”

“I wasn’t sure before, but I think I do. Not going to lie, it turns me on.”

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