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I felt a soft touch on the side of my face and had to resist the urge to turn so that my chin was cradled in his palm. When he moved his hand back to the steering wheel, I finally turned my head and stared his perfect profile.“You look incredible, Victoria.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
“Really?” he replied, sounding surprised. “These three years have been torture.”
“It was torture of your own making,” I reminded him, trying and failing to keep the bitterness out of my voice. Hoping that he hadn’t noticed, I continued flippantly, “I had so much fun, the years literally flew by.”
“I’m glad you had fun,” he replied, the words barely escaping his tight lips. “Fucking every straight male student on campus, it seems like. Well, it’s my turn to have some fun now.”
A delicious shiver ran through me and my panties got wetter as I recalled the things he threatened last night that he would do to me when we got to his house.
“Spread your beautiful thighs for me,” he instructed as if he sensed that I couldn’t wait another twenty minutes or so until we got to his home.
“No,” I replied stubbornly.
I didn’t want him to see how wet I was, doing nothing more than just sitting there close to him and inhaling his masculine scent.
“Spread them, and move aside your panties, if you’re wearing any,” he ordered. “I’m going to fuck you hard when we get to the house. I don’t have time to prepare you when we get there.”
I really should object to him thinking that he could just command me and I will obey, I thought as I moved my thong aside and tilted my hips upwards. But it’s been three years since I’ve been penetrated, though I’ve masturbated plenty, and his cock isn’t exactly small.
He took his sweet time, first caressing the front of my thigh, then moving inwards and finally upwards.
“You’re soaking wet,” he said, using his fingers to press and circle my clit and produce even more moisture. “Were you thinking of me all the way here? Or were you sitting next to some randy young man who fingered you for the entire flight?”
“It was an old man actually,” I replied, just to see his reaction. “He must have been almost seventy and very distinguished looking. He had large hands and very wicked fingers.”
Though I was sure he didn’t believe my outrageous story, I watched as a muscle started to jump in his clenched jaw.
“Wider,” he commanded and pressed two long fingers deep inside me, pushing past the resistance of my pussy. He groaned as he started to work them back and forth. “So wet and still so tight. It’s going to take some time to break this pussy.”
“Break it?” I didn’t like the sound of that!
“I took it easy on you three years ago because you were eighteen…still a baby, but now you’re a woman you’ll have to take me from every angle and in every hole,” he warned. “You will also have to take my fist.”
