She squeezes me harder with her athletic thighs. “Don’t pull out, Weston.”
“Woman, you ain’t a parking lot. No way I’m pulling out.”
And I’m jetting inside her. Filling her with my cum.
My cock has wanted this all year; it’s coming and coming with a pulsing release. Her pussy matches me with every pulse, clamping down to suck in every last drop of my juice.
“I love you, Adelaide. I love you so much. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine.”
She hugs my neck and breathes into my shoulder and it warms me through the material of my shirt. “I’ve felt it from the beginning. I have loved you since I was fourteen years old, Weston Ford, and I’ll never stop.”
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He rumbles, spent against my chest, his massive cock still lodged inside me. “I’m taking you home.”
“What? After that? I don’t want to—”
“My home.”
“Oh. Well, I don’t think I can walk.”
“I’m offended you don’t automatically assume that I won’t do this.” Weston scoops me into his arms after putting away his cock and zipping up, somehow while still holding me astride his hips.
My pussy feels the empty space where he was inside me and it’s not happy.
I let out a whoop of surprise when I find my legs in the air, his arms cradling me under my legs and my lower back.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
Just like on prom night when he thought I was injured, he carries me out of the building and across the parking lot to his truck.
I want to say I can’t believe it, that I’m finally Weston’s girl.
But I can.
I totally can.
At the beginning of the swim season, Weston told us swimmers to visualize what we wanted, so I did. My entire senior year has been like this in my head. I pictured him taking me up against the wall. I pictured him scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to his truck.
My parents are standing outside, glancing around to find me in the crowd of celebrating families and graduates. Everyone is taking selfies, but then a few people turn to look our way when they see us exit out the backstage door.
My mom and dad turn and spot me. Dad looks like he’s going to come after us but he halts with one touch to the arm from my mom.
“I’ll be back tonight for the graduation party!” I call to them.
* * *
Weston smooths a hand up the inside of my calf, up the inside of my thigh.
My dress, cap and gown are tossed aside.
He’s pulled down the lace of my bra to suckle my breasts, and I help him by reaching back to unfasten the hooks. It pops off me; Weston’s hands cup my breasts and he stares at them in awe.
He’s going so slow right now, I might faint.
Soon enough, his hands press my thighs apart.