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Scott—We need to talk pt 1
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2025-02-08 20:18:00Over forty minutes passed before Stacy finally came up to bed. By now I had calmed down significantly, certainly enough to drink her in. She was freshly showered and dropping a towel right in front of me. Her back was turned to me as she pulled our favorite tshirt over her head like I wasn't even there.
She didn't ask to speak to me about what happened and I wasn't about to volunteer anything. Instead, I was dead set on getting my dick back into her.
"You know, I wasn't cool in high school, so I never fucked anyone in this bed. We should do something about that," I said, waiting for her to turn on me and demand I talk to her.
Instead she gave me a cheeky look like nothing had happened downstairs and said, "Maybe if your room weren't sandwiched in between your mom's and Willow's. Fucking you at your sister's prom was bad enough. I am not fucking you in your family home like some—"
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"Where are your panties, Stace?" I whispered into her ear, two of my fingers slipping into her tight little pussy."I, oh fuck, I'm really tired," she said, letting out a soft moan in response to the sudden presence of my fingers inside her. "I'll put some on tomorrow," she said meekly."No panties and you're so wet for me, baby. You sound like a whore who wants dick, Stace," I said, pumping into her pussy as she ground her ass harder on my boxer clad dick."I, I, fuck. Scott, we shouldn't do this here," she hissed.I pulled my dick out of my boxers and stuck it between her ass cheeks, while my fingers went in and out of her pussy. All I wanted was to keep getting her pussy ready for my dick. Not think or talk, but the words flowed out of me anyway."I must have been too gentle in that hotel room," I said, grabbing her hand and putting it on my dick.
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I wanted to tell her how good she felt, despite the heated exchange we were having. Maybe even because of it. I knew I was begging again, but it didn't matter. This was an angry fuck. There was no dressing it up as anything else. I felt like a man stripped completely down to his primal instincts. Like she must just have really good pussy. But even as I fucked her like I didn't care, I knew better. By now, she should too. She needed me. I needed her. We were completely fucked without each other."You're my whore, my princess, my fucking world. Mine. Everything you are is fucking mine. I will do anything to keep you, so fucking get over it," I said, feeling her pussy walls clench around my dick."I'm coming. I'm coming so fucking hard," she screamed, her head falling back, her eyes rolling back, her whole body going limp next to mine before she shook against me.She had me thinking about the first time sh
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"I can't give you the space you asked for anymore," she said in a small voice. "It's driving me crazy to be so close and not touch you. I can't wait anymore."When she kissed me, my lips moved against hers, cautiously at first. Then I slid my fingers into her hair and gave my mouth to her freely. She hadn't responded to my words yet and I was terrified, but she tasted so good I couldn't help myself. I would have spent all night just kissing her if that's what she wanted.Eventually she pulled away though, looked me in the eye and said through sniffles, "I don't deserve your love after what I've put you through, but I will take every last drop anyway. You'll never have to chase me again, because I'll be in your bed for life. Right next to you every morning. I'm going to selfishly rip you away from your family because I just need you so damn much. I'm going to ask you one time if I'm worth it. Whatever you answer, I will accept. If you c
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