Page 65 of Valentine Dare

“You like it like this, baby?” I moaned, making him know I was watching him.

He pushed a little deeper and the pain slipped away as he felt my walls start to close around him.

“Hell yeah!”

With the encouragement he was giving me, I decided to give him my all, and he did the same as he pushed again, deeper, with more power, and I felt a brief tear of pain. All of his cock was inside of me, and it felt so damn good now.

Brent sank into me all the way, every inch that he fit into me was inside. “This is fucking heaven!”

Prent shouted, as I saw him on the edge of the bed, striking for gold by masturbating out of control.

“Babes, wait for me. Don’t do it all yourself,” I pleaded as I reached out to him. I caught his hand, and we were both moving to the same rhythm. Prent’s fingers tensed on me as he leaned over to look right into my eyes.

“You want me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I purred, as Brent continued to rock on top of me.

“How bad?”

“So fucking bad, babes. So fucking bad it hurts,” I repeated over and over again. I groaned just as Brent started to drive into me with the force of a high-powered drill. His hips moved fast, hard, and deep, and I opened my legs wider to take even more of him as he banged into me.

All the pains and strains of the year had become a thing of the past. They said they would celebrate with me. I knew we would have sex. I knew they would fuck me, make me completely lose control, but this was different, almost as if we were making up for the time we were about to lose. They were going to college, and I would be here in community college, seeing everything which reminded me of them, but not feeling their sexy hot bodies every night like I’d been doing.

Brent’s thrusts came to an end. He’d come as I felt his sperm inside of me. I didn’t have time to recover. I was soaking wet from all the sex. I felt a towel being pressed in between my legs ever so gently. There was only one gentle guy between the three of them. I didn’t have to look down to know it was Prent who was wiping me, the one who gave me his virginity. At times, he didn’t know how to control himself. He would be all at it at once, clumsily taking me. It was cute, sweet even at times, but whenever he was with his brothers, he would act differently. We’d been together a few times with them. Maybe being a cook gave him the power to know how to massage me so well. He knew how to reach my buttons, even with a gentle touch, unlike before. He’d learned so much about my body that, at times, I wondered if his attentiveness meant he knew a little too much and this gave him the power to read me and know how I was feeling without me saying a word.

The aroma filled the air; it didn’t disgust me, but turned me on even more. I clutched at Prent’s back, grazed with the nails of my other hand and sucked hard at Prent’s tongue.

“Tilt her hips up a little, Brent,” Prent said when he pulled away, as he was no longer fucking me with his tongue, but with his cock. “She’s so fucking close.”

“No, I don’t want to come yet. We just started,” I pleaded as I realized Prent was right. I was close. It was too soon. Prent tilted my hips a little higher, ignoring my pleas of wanting to take it slow. He wanted me to go to the place I’d asked him to hold off a few seconds ago.

“Fuck, this feels too good.”

“I will make you come hard.”

I shook my head, thinking I wanted this. I did. I really did. But, then by the same token, I wanted to hold off just a little longer, even if it was only a few seconds. This wasn’t right. I wanted Prent to fuck me the way that Brent had done. I needed to feel every inch of him. I wanted him to know what he would be missing when he was gone. At least Brent and Trent were still here in the same country, but Prent was gone so far and from what we’d seen online, the French are not exactly generous when it came to giving holidays.

A lot of the past students said it was tough. Some had quit due the rigorous schedule. I knew Prent wouldn’t be one of them, but I knew the idea of him coming back every holiday wasn’t an option. France was far, really far, and Claire had gone the extra mile to make sure he went, but the reality of her having three boys in college and then having to pay for flights on a constant basis, just wasn’t an option.

I wanted to ask if he loved me.

Because if he really did, then he wouldn’t leave. The old selfish me would have asked in a heartbeat, but I was trying to be a better person, and I had to think of someone other than myself all the time. I had to congratulate him and wish him well on his new adventure, even if my heart was crying at the idea of him not being around all the time.

“Fuck!” I gasped out and then repeated it over and over as the guys started to touch me, to stroke my hot, damp skin, and everything just blew apart suddenly.

There was no build-up. Everything quickly became more. The world was gone, and my feet were on the bed, pushing my hips up as my head tilted back on a long groan of release.

Prent continued to drive into me, hard and deep, each stroke a command to go higher, deeper into the dark, color-speckled world that he’d sent me to. And I obeyed happily.

I clutched at something, anything until it was over and the world came back to a normal place, I moved my chest around, to unlatch the guys from my breasts because the sensation was just too much, and pulled Prent down over me.

Prent's hips arched into me. With one long groan, he let go and I felt the way he pulsed inside of me. We were never good at keeping tabs, but there was something sensual about skin-to-skin. The moment I could start taking the pill, I waved goodbye to condoms and our times together felt better every time.

“Arrh!” Prent screamed out, as he came on top of me. It was then I arched my back, as he moved to the side, avoiding coming inside of me.

“What happened? Why did you come outside?”

He chuckled. “Dunno. Just didn’t want to come inside of you. Not yet.”

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