Chapter 28

**Winter**

His hands worked quickly to take my shirt off. He reached behind me to undo the back of my bra before pulling it off my body. He was right. I had filled it out since the last time he had touched me. I had grown at least a cup size. It now filled his hands spilling out a little as he groped my breasts. I let out a soft moan. My boobs had always been the most sensitive part of my body. I could already feel myself getting wet for him. I wanted more. More of his touch. In other areas. I pushed my thighs together trying to create some friction between my legs.

He noticed. He moved his hands down my stomach and between my legs. My stomach wasn’t as flat as I wished it was, but he didn’t seem to care and in this moment, I didn’t either. I just wanted him to touch me. I needed him to touch me.

He moved his hand between my legs cupping my sex into his hand. He let out a small growl. “You're already so wet for me. You were always such a needy girl,” he said as he ran a finger between my clothed lips. I let out a soft moan as his finger ran over my clit. Sending shocks through my body. He did this for a little longer, driving me more insane before he pulled off the cloth barrier. He doesn’t waste any more time pushing his middle finger inside me. I whine against the stretch. It had been so long since something else besides my fingers had been inside me that his fingers felt so good. He smiled with pride. “Such a tight pussy for me. Just for me. Not for any other stupid boy.”

I knew who he was talking about. He was talking about Nev. He wasn’t talking about his friends. No, he would let them use me whenever they wanted. I wouldn’t find them either. I am entangled in their web.

I couldn’t protest though. I didn’t have a chance. He was already starting to thrust another finger inside me. Curving just the right way to hit my G-spot. I moan out trying to grab onto something. I feel the familiar feeling of pleasure starts to build inside my stomach twisting it. I finally grabbed onto his shoulders starting to dig my nails into his flesh which only caused him to move faster with his fingers thrusting them deeper and deeper. It felt so good. My legs started to shake when he moved his finger against my clit, pressing down on the little nub.

I knew I was going to last long. I was about to explode all over my bed. I couldn’t feel the shame just yet for letting him do this. That came later. Right now all my brain could think about was his fingers pressing inside me. Before I am about to explode though he pulls out. I whine out causing him to smack my pussy.

“such a naughty girl,” he groaned as he wrapped his lips around his wet fingers. “So sweet though. I almost forgot how sweet you tasted. What a shame that would have been.”

He reached for his pants and he pulled them down. This time, I stopped him. I am not too drunk to not think of what could happen. “I am not on the pill anymore,” I warned him. I couldn’t afford it anymore. Not without a job and my grandmother had been against that kind of stuff. She didn’t even want to be in her house. She said it caused bad things to happen. It was no wonder my mom got pregnant as a teen. She never had a chance with my grandmother being against birth control.

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I can get you the plan-b and we will get you back on the pill. You know how I love to nut inside you and claim you as mine.”

I blush a little. I had to admit. I did like the feeling of him nutting inside me. The feeling of his warm cum filling me up. It was a nice feeling.

I let him keep going as he took off the rest of his clothes. He ran a hand against his dick spitting in it before he started to stroke his thick dick. I watched him as he moved his hand up and down. He got back on his knees and grabbed the bottom of my legs, pulling me closer. I closed my eyes as I felt him push inside me. My walls stretched around him. It had been so long since the last time I felt him inside me. My body wasn’t used to him in the way that it was before. I moaned letting my nails dig into his back. It felt good. Too good. It shouldn’t feel this good. I should hate this. I should be pushing him off him. He has a girlfriend, but he didn’t seem to care. He started thrusting deep into me. He was going slow at first trying to let me get used to him. He was always a gentleman. It was Saint and Cyrus who I would never be that lucky with.

He grabbed my hips pulling me closer with each movement. He started getting more rough with every stroke of his dick. He picked up speed as well. My nails kept digging deeper into his back as his tip of his dick rubbing against all the right spots.

“Fuck,” he growled in my ear. “I have fucking missed this so much. Why do you have to be so tempting?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. I didn’t know what I was doing to be so tempting to him. I wasn’t even trying. If anything I was pushing him away for most of the time. Somehow that always brought him closer.

He didn’t even last long and neither did I. As soon, I felt the pulse of his cock inside me, I knew I was done for.