Damn it, Alexia, stop looking up there!
Alexia Ramos lowered her curvaceous body, pumped her arms and legs, shifted her powerful hips, and turned her body 90 degrees to the right.
The Chris Weathers pass arrived just as she emerged from her break–on target, but wobbly as hell. Alexia reached out her bronze arms and pulled the football in.
Jacqueline Sullivan had been right: Kelsie’s man, famously, had a cannon for an arm, but he was having major trouble throwing the Flag Football-sized ball that the women played with. Alexia was used to her regular quarterback–Jacqueline–delivering passes with glorious spirals. Today, Chris Weathers was throwing her wounded ducks.
But this was a good thing, Alexia told herself. These ugly passes were useful practice. They required extra focus and extra effort to reel in. Alexia, who prided herself on her route-running and her pass-catching, wanted the hard work. She wanted to sweat, to strain, to get better.
She wanted to stop casting glances up into the bleachers.
DAMN IT! Stop doing that!
Alexia scolded herself as she ran route after route for Chris.
How could she keep getting distracted when there was so much work to be done? When she already knew that she was pouring in extra effort out here on the field partly because she couldn’t find a way to pour in more effort off of the field?
When the huge boy throwing her passes at this very moment was a walking symbol of a revenge plan that had, effectively, ground to a halt?
As far as Alexia was concerned, Chris had been incredibly gracious about the whole thing. Honestly, he’d been too gracious. When he and Alexia had finally had a chance to interact for the first time since that night, Chris had apologized frantically and profusely. Every single time he had done it, Alexia had told him to shut up. She blamed Chris for absolutely none of it. Far more importantly: The happiness that Chris was now sharing with Kelsie was the single best thing in Alexia’s life right now!
All Alexia wanted was for this giant, kind quarterback and her shy, blond bestie to fall in love and have babies and live a wonderful life together…
…And those two sweethearts, Alexia torturously reminded herself, had watched as…in front of an audience…Alexia had stared into Chris’s eyes, stroked his dick, and swallowed his cum.
All because of Cooper Deering.
Alexia was ecstatic that Chris and Kelsie were now together…but she knew as well as anyone that their relationship stood on shaky ground.
Yes, Chris’s quick thinking and, frankly, stunning resolve in front of a lingerie-clad Cooper had bought them some more time…but it couldn’t possibly last. If Alexia couldn’t figure out the long-term plan for dealing with that Pi Shop cunt, Kelsie’s lustful whirlwind romance would turn into public humiliation…and this knowledge was simply based on the threat that Deering had already made. Who knew what other kinds of torments Deering could dream up, if Alexia couldn’t stop her before she could make those evil plans?
Of course, Alexia, Jacqueline, and Kaykay had already decided what their immediate next step toward revenge was going to be. They’d planned it all out and rehearsed it.
But unlike the first phase of their plan–the phase that had ultimately brought Kelsie and Chris together–Alexia had no long-term vision this time. They were simply going to execute this move…and then, hopefully, they’d decide where to go from there.
Alexia had so much to figure out, and so much riding on her doing so…
…and despite all of it, she still couldn’t stop looking up into the damn bleachers…
…And wondering why he wasn’t up there today.
Alexia was mad at herself every time she thought of him. She always had been.
Alexia was proud of the way that boys stared at her as she strode across campus. She loved that the same curves and confidence that brought her success on the field also empowered her in the bedroom. Alexia knew that she could put on a display of speed and power during a Flag Football game that would wow the very best athletes on the Perion Tackle Football team…
…And then Alexia could take those same men, lead them by the hand into her bed, and control them with her mouth and her ass and her pussy until they exploded in ecstasy. In every way, she could make those masculine specimens respect her as an athlete and desire her as a woman. By the time the luscious Latina graduated from Perion University, the campus would be littered with dazed jocks who would never, ever forget the times that they crossed paths with Alexia Ramos.
That had been the plan, anyway.
Until a certain Hawaiian nerd had tunneled his way inside of Alexia’s mind.
Why hadn’t Alexia been able to take her eyes off of Jason Lim when he first introduced himself one day after a Flag Football practice? Why had she felt her face growing hot as she first talked with the awkward Korean boy? Why had she started looking for ways to bump into him after practices, to get him to show her the photos he had taken that day, to ask him about his home state, his major, his sister, and everything else?
Why had Alexia found herself sliding her hand between her legs at night and thinking about his eyes and his hair and his sand-kissed skin, and about what his body could do to hers?
Alexia had been trying, repeatedly, to tell herself that she already knew the answer to all of these questions.
By the time that Jason had told Alexia about what Cooper Deering had done to his twin sister at Preditorettes tryouts, Alexia had already been stalking Jason on social media for weeks. She knew that he was one of the most talented programmers and videographers who had ever attended Perion. When Jason had confessed his hatred for Cooper–and had explained how his desire to defend Erika had led to Cooper ruining Jason’s reputation within Perion Athletics–Alexia had put it all together. She had realized that Jason just might have the skills, and the motivation, to help her and Kelsie get their revenge.
It had taken, well…a little “convincing”...but in the end, Alexia had been one hundred percent correct. Jason had done everything that she had hoped he could do for them, and more.
So, that had to be it…right? Jason had clearly been brought into Alexia’s world so that he could help her claim the justice that they all deserved.
But…if that was true…then why the hell was Alexia still so consumed by thoughts of Jason Lim?
Why couldn’t she resist going back to that night, on that bed, again and again?
She could still smell his naked body. She could still taste his exotic island skin. She could still remember the exact moan he had made as her ass submitted to the tip of his dick. Night after night, she would replay the shuddering orgasm she’d experienced as he violated her hole…In fact, the memory of Jason euphorically pumping his seed into her tightness had become the only thing she could think of as she ground her fingers against her clit.
And slowly…Alexia had realized…that she wasn’t ever thinking about other boys anymore…
Now, today, yet again, she was stupidly looking up to the bleachers between every pass to wonder why Jason hadn’t arrived yet.
STOP IT, ALEXIA!
This doesn’t help! This doesn’t help at all! Move on with your plan, and move on with your life!
“I know.”
These words had not come from within Alexia’s own mind.
They had come from Bridget Orikeke, as she jogged back past Alexia after running downfield to haul in a perfectly thrown bomb of a pass from Jacqueline.
“What?” Alexia replied, snapping out of her internal dialogue.
Kaykay, neither stopping nor looking directly at Alexia, grinned and repeated herself.
“I knowwww…” she purred.
“What are you talking about?” Alexia demanded with annoyance. “You know what?”
Kaykay finally stopped and turned to her friend.
“Bitch!” Kaykay returned, “Behold my fucking sorceress powers! Watch my incredible magical mind-reading skills as I miraculously guess exactly what the fuck you’re doing every ten seconds!”
“Shut up,” Alexia answered.
“No no, wait, let me try!” Kaykay persisted. “It’s so hard to figure out, but just MAYBE, with my incredible black girl magic, I can deduce your deepest thoughts!”
“Fuck you.”
“Mmmhmm…” Kaykay rolled her eyes.
The sleek ebony beauty turned back toward Jacqueline, who was now in the middle of a conversation with a clearly perplexed Chris Weathers. Kaykay and Alexia then watched as Jacqueline jogged away from Chris and headed up the bleachers…where Kelsie McCollum was sitting alongside Erika Lim.
“Look at these two sweeties!” Kaykay grinned as she shifted her eyes between Chris and Kelsie. “Jacqueline’s about to drive them to their new fuck palace, and they don’t even know it! Our girl has no idea that she’s gonna have that giant Chris Weathers dick buried in her pussy in, like, 45 minutes! She’s just sitting up there so innocent and clueless, next to…”
Kaykay loudly cleared her throat.
“...ERIKA Lim.”
Kaykay now shifted her gaze to direct a thunderous side-eye at her friend and teammate.
“SO…like I was saying…” Kaykay proceeded.
“...I know.”
Alexia snapped her eyes toward Kaykay with mounting frustration.
“You fucking know WHAT, Kaykay?”
Kaykay paused for effect, grinned, and broke into song.
“I. Know. Where. He. Issssss!” she gleefully hummed.
Alexia rolled her eyes…as she felt her cheeks redden.
“Girl, LOOK at you.” Kaykay shook her head in mild disgust. “You want to know so bad! And you can’t even bring yourself to ask! IT’S SO. FUCKING. TEDIOUS.”
“Well…don’t worry,” Kaykay assured with a wry smile.
“You don’t have to ask.”
“Because I’m going to SHOW YOU.”
**********
“Get in there.”
Kaykay pointed her gold-nailed finger at the entrance to Rainn Residential College.
Alexia shook her head.
“No! Why did you even bring me here!”
Alexia, of course, knew exactly why Kaykay had dragged her to this door.
RRC was better known on campus–with a mixture of awe and snark–as “Brain” Residential College–or, simply, as “Brain.”
Brain was home to many of the Perion students who were on partial or even full academic scholarships. RRC was populated with students who had aced their standardized tests in high school; students who were assisting Perion professors with cutting-edge research; students who were collaborating within campus incubators to develop the next Facebook or Google or Snapchat.
Brain was an incredible place…but it didn’t have a reputation as a “fun” place. Most of the building was filled with single-bedroom dorms. Inside of these dorm rooms were students who…studied…and that was pretty much it. This wasn’t exactly the social beacon of the Perion Campus.
Kaykay shoved Alexia toward the door.
“GO!”
“Kaykay, why the hell are you maki–”
“I swear to FUCKING GOD, Alexia!” Kaykay seethed. “You are going to GO IN THERE, and you are going to SEE whatever that boy has that he wants to show you, and you are going to LISTEN to what he has to say. Or so help me, I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS!”
Kaykay shoved Alexia again, harder.
And Alexia Ramos traveled through the doors of Rainn Residential College.
She knew the room, of course.
217.
This stupid boy. Making her know his room number by heart.
Alexia padded down the quiet halls of RRC until she arrived at the door.
Why are you here, Alexia? This is NOT helpful! You should just turn right around–
Alexia knocked on the door.
And there he was, swinging the door open immediately.
With his disheveled hair and his blue Perion pullover and his face and his eyes and his skin…
“Well?” Alexia demanded. “I’m here, Jason! What was so special that you just HAD to–”
Alexia couldn’t even finish her sentence before she was distracted by…whatever the hell was…taking up nearly every inch of Jason’s dorm room?
The entire space was a mass of black electronic equipment. Not just on the floor; it literally filled the entire room! There was so much going on in the narrow space that Jason had clearly had to practically squeeze his way around to the door just to get it open.
“Jason,” Alexia intoned to the boy who was now nervously shifting from side to side in front of her, “What the hell IS THIS?”
“Um…” the Hawaiian programmer managed, “This is…uh…what I wanted to show you?”
Alexia cocked an eyebrow.
“You wanted to show me a giant pile of computer stuff?”
“Oh, uh…right!” Jason exclaimed, looking back over his shoulder. “I can see how, from here, it would look like that!”
Jason sighed.
“It took me forever to get it all in here. I had to sign the processors and monitors out from pretty much every lab. Professor Reznich thinks I’m helping him program this optical recognition algorithm; I’m gonna have to get around to coding some of that soon before he starts asking questions…but I’ll find the time, I guess–”
“JASON, WHY AM I HERE?” Alexia cut in.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Jason spun his eyes back around toward her. “You’re right! I’m so dumb!”
Jason extended his tan hand.
“Can I…can I show you?”
Alexia looked down at his outstretched fingers.
This stupid boy. Making her touch him again.
Alexia took his hand, and Jason pulled her into the room.
“Watch out for all of the wires!” the Korean programmer motioned apologetically. Jason led Alexia around a narrow gap at the side of his room.
“You kind of…have to…squeeze through here…”
Now Jason was pulling Alexia inward, through the mess of technology and into the center of the room…
…Where, Alexia realized, Jason had apparently…dragged his bed?
Jason crawled atop his sheets, took up a kneeling position, and turned back to Alexia.
“So…for the past few weeks,” Jason began, “I’ve been thinking that, maybe…”
“...You’ve been, like, mad at me? Because I haven’t really, like…done anything for you? Since…you know…that night?”
“W-what?” Alexia stammered. “No, Jason, I never wanted you to–”
“And then,” Jason cut in, “Kaykay was like, ‘You need to do a Grand Gesture, Jason!’”
“And I didn’t know what that could possibly be. You’re so beautiful, and you’re so sexual and perfect…and every time you look at me, my heart starts racing, and I didn’t know what I could ever do to bring you pleasure the way that you brought me pleasure…”
This stupid boy. He needed to stop talking like this. He needed to stop giving her goosebumps…
“And then,” Jason continued, “When I was thinking about how I feel when you look at me…and how I felt when you were looking at me that night…”
“...I started thinking about the mirror.”
Jason reached out his hand again.
“I could walk you through all of the code that I wrote, if you wanted me to…” he offered.
“But…it might be better if I just…show you?”
This stupid boy.
Did he really think that she was just going to climb onto another bed with him?
Alexia slid her fingers between Jason’s, took his hand, and climbed onto another bed with him.
Jason reached for a remote that was sitting on the bed next to him. He pushed a button…
…and the entire room was plunged into darkness.
Alexia could see nothing. She could only hear Jason’s chest rising and falling, and breathe his scent in through her nose, and feel the power of his presence next to her…
“Jason!” Alexia whispered with surprise, “What is this? What are you doing?”
“Well…” Jason whispered back. “...Just look in any direction.”
Alexia whipped her head to her left in confusion.
And there it was.
Her own face. Staring right back at her.
And her own body.
And Jason’s body.
And nothing else.
“It’s trained on the movement of your eyes,” Jason began.
“Not my eyes. Only yours.”
“Whatever direction you look in, the cameras will pick it up, instantly. The system knows to light you from other directions at that moment, while the monitor in the spot you’re staring at projects the image of you looking at it. So, it’s like a mirror, basically.”
“Except, this is a mirror that completely surrounds you.”
Her eyes wide with wonder, Alexia began to shift her focus around the space. Wherever her gaze wandered…there, immediately, was her own digital reflection.
“It knows to only focus on us,” Jason continued. “Whatever else is captured by the light–the monitors, the other equipment, even the bed–the program just eliminates it. So it’s just us.”
“So it’s just YOU,” Jason offered, turning his hopeful eyes back to Alexia. “It’s just whatever you want to look at. This is all for you.”
“Whatever you want to see. Whatever you want to experience.”
This stupid boy.
Alexia’s body temperature was climbing. Her heart was pounding within her chest.
This whole thing was so RIDICULOUS! It was too much! It was WAY too much!
Jason Lim, who she already couldn’t stop thinking about–who she could now see, kneeling right next to her, no matter where she cast her eyes–had put in all of this effort just to do something for HER?
LEAVE! Right now! Just tell this nerd that being in ‘The Matrix’ isn’t what you signed up for at Perion University! Just go find, like, a big hot football player and…um…
“Maybe…” Alexia whispered, “Maybe you could just…show me what you mean…”
WHAT? Why did you just say that!?
Alexia was looking to her side now, at the ethereal vision of her and Jason suspended in the dark void. She was staring at Jason’s projection in the monitor…just as, she now realized with a shiver, she had once gazed back at him through the mirror in her bedroom. Alexia could once again…if she wanted to…control Jason with her eyes…
No! NO NO NO! That is NOT what you are going to do!
Jason’s image stared back at her in the monitor. His expression was hesitant, almost surprised…as if he couldn’t believe that all of this, all of his intense technical effort, might actually mean something to the curly-haired dynamo who was now inches away from his body.
“Well…” Jason dared, gathering his nerve.
“Like…if I do this…”
The lanky boy leaned down tentatively…and began to softly kiss Alexia’s neck.
“...You can watch it…however you want to…” he whispered between kisses.
A shallow breath escaped from Alexia’s lips. She stared into the void, watching this exotic boy press his flesh against hers, pleasing her…
…and then, with realization, she looked upward…and now her own reflection was looking right back down at her…
…and she could see his lips beneath her, against her neck, serving her, submitting to her…
You should LEAVE! You should DEFINITELY LEAVE! You are GOING TO LEAVE!
…Right after you just…stay a LITTLE bit longer…And then you will LEAVE…
“What if…we took off our shirts?” Alexia heard herself whisper. “What would it look like then?”
Jason let out a deep, trembling breath against Alexia’s neck that made her entire body tingle.
The boy withdrew and pulled his pullover and t-shirt over his head.
There was that body again.
That stupid body. So awkward and nerdy and firm and exotic and touchable and tasteable…
Alexia removed her blue sweatshirt. Underneath it, she was wearing a teal lace bra that, she knew, her breasts looked absolutely amazing in…
NO! That is a COINCIDENCE! You definitely did NOT put that on deliberately after Kaykay told you that you were coming over here…
…and…WAIT! STOP! You said SHIRTS! Only SHIRTS! What are you DOING?
Alexia removed her gym shoes and her socks, and she slid down her sweatpants…and somehow her panties were coming down at the same time…
…and also, somehow, Alexia’s fingers seemed to find their way over to Jason’s jeans, and his socks, and his boxers…
…and there was that full, salt-kissed island body.
And there was that rock-hard dick that she had caressed, that she had tasted, that had brought her a touch of pain, and then so much pleasure…
“What do you think it would look like if we pressed our bodies together?” she softly inquired.
Jason drew his quivering figure tight to hers. Alexia heard his low moan as his erection pressed against her stomach. She looked to the side again, and watched as his flesh joined with hers, as their two tan bodies became a single reflection.
The fabric of her bra was now a barrier between her nipples and the smooth line of Jason’s chest. Alexia was faced with a dilemma: Should she continue to tease Jason’s desire with her lingerie…or reward herself with the sensational caress of her naked breasts against his skin?
WHAT? NO! You aren’t doing EITHER of those things!
You are just…getting on with this! Until it’s over! That’s ALL THIS IS!
Alexia chose “sensational caress”.
Still looking to her side, she watched herself unclasp her bra, watched it fall away and disappear, watched her breasts attack Jason’s chest, watched him close his eyes with arousal, watched him return to her neck once again with more kisses, these ones deep and long and passionate…
She began to gently gyrate her body against his, feeling the sweet graze of her firm, wanting nipples against him as she beheld the eroticism of their suspended figures. She slid her hands along his thighs, his butt, his chest. She beheld how perfect their bodies looked together, writhing as one…
Jason abruptly pulled back from her, and looked into her eyes with needful longing.
“Alexia, I…I want to be under you. I want to be beneath you so badly…”
UMMM…Yes…Yes, you’ll just…you’ll just let him do this…just…just so it will be over with.
He’ll just…He’ll just put his hard dick inside of you, so he can finish…and THEN you’ll go…
Alexia’s fingers plowed into Jason’s chest, shoving him back down onto the bed. But as she climbed on top of him, he called to her again.
“No…I…I mean…I want my MOUTH to be beneath y–”
NO! THAT WON’T HELP AT ALL! YOU DEFINITELY SHOULD NOT–
Alexia was straddling Jason’s face before he could even finish the request. She practically attacked him with her pussy, unleashing her wetness upon his tongue the second it fired within her.
THIS DOESN’T HELP! IT DOESN’T! DOESN’T. DOESN’T. DOES…
Jason began to orally assault her, tasting her as deeply as he possibly could, swirling desperately inside of her, attempting to please every drop of her…
…and Alexia watched it all happen in the floating image next to her: The curves of her body rising and falling as she grabbed his hair and rode him; her sweating lips as they grunted and groaned; her lustful eyes as she used him for her rodeo of ecstacy.
And now Jason was presenting his tongue to her, letting her control it, letting her grind against it, no matter how hard she wanted to exploit him…
This STUPID BOY. You have to warn him how stupid this is. Warn him to stop right now!
“Jason,” Alexia moaned. “If you keep doing this, I’m going to come all over your fucking tongue!”
Good. Wait…WAS that a warning? WAS IT? WAS? WA? W…
Alexia was looking straight up again now.
There were both of their sets of eyes…with Jason’s far beneath hers, hungry, needing to watch her as he tasted her release…
And there was his dick, behind her, straining, untouched, unsatisfied, craving her so, so badly…
Alexia began to orgasm.
She began to orgasm so fucking hard.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKKKK!”
Every violent stroke against Jason’s lips sent another jolt of unchecked pleasure through Alexia’s body. She bucked wildly against his mouth, making him taste every sordid thrust, until she could unleash no more upon him…
…And the moment that Alexia was finished, she was already sliding her body down his.
The agonized hardness of his cock. Her drenched, quivering pussy.
The two couldn’t have remained apart if they had tried.
Alexia planted her hands on Jason’s chest, hard, and stared straight ahead as she rode him.
“OH GODDDD!” Jason moaned as, at last, he penetrated her.
That’s…That’s it…You’ll…you’ll…you’ll just make him cum now. And THEN you’ll go…
Alexia made each deep plunge against Jason’s penis a thing of beauty. Again and again, she withdrew until only his tip clung to her wetness…then powered down upon him until she took every inch and her shapely ass slapped against his thighs.
And yet still Jason resisted. And stared up at her, straining to control himself. And said:
“Alexia…Oh my God…I just want to hold out for you…I just want you to feel so, so good!”
FUCK. THIS STUPID BOY.
You have to…you have to punish him for doing all of this…
You have to…you have to grind your clit on his stupid shaft until he LEARNS…
Alexia lifted herself from Jason’s dick, let it fall against his stomach, and then attacked his length with abandon. There was so much wetness between them now that it took every bit of Alexia’s athletic discipline to keep her pleasure spot aligned on the pulsating underbelly of his penis. But Alexia was not to be stopped.
She found that sweet, perfect line…where she could feel every wanton stroke as her clit traveled from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. Alexia looked ahead once more, drinking in the image of their sopping-wet bodies sliding together again and again and again…
That’s it…Teach him…Teach him…TEACH HIMMMMMM.
“Ohhhhhhh MotherFUCKERRRRRR!”
Alexia was coming again.
She was throwing her head backward and desperately thrashing against another part of this stupid body as the waves of ecstasy overwhelmed her once more. She was again unleashing helpless animal moans atop this stupid boy whom she had been dreaming about for weeks.
And then she was panting atop him, and pushing herself, once more, to recover.
You…you KNOW what you have to do…
It’s the ONLY WAY to stop this.
It’s the ONLY WAY to make this stupid boy stop holding out and just GIVE IT TO YOU.
Alexia was already swinging her body around atop Jason…
…And sliding above his mouth a second time.
“Jason!” she commanded, “I want you to put your tongue on my hole! I want you to get it so fucking wet for me, okay?”
“Oh Jesussssss!” Jason groaned from beneath her.
As she shivered from the sensation of the slender Hawaiian boy desperately preparing her, Alexia attacked his penis with her mouth. She took as much as she possibly could, as if this action would somehow make a dick that was already impossibly soaked in her lust even more lubricated.
Alexia looked ahead: Now it was just her face and his penis. Her disheveled, sweaty curls falling to either side of a member that strained still more with every round of punishment that she administered.
At last, Alexia arose from her aching quarry.
This time, there were no commands.
No negotiation. No fully-clothed third party.
No long-term goal that could only be achieved through short-term sexual imprisonment.
This time, there was only Alexia taking deep, controlled breaths.
There was only Jason unleashing guttural groans of pleasure.
There was only the shaft of Jason’s cock between Alexia’s fingers.
There was only the image that the two of them looked to the side and beheld, together.
Of Alexia’s luscious curves riding atop Jason, and her ass presenting itself above him, as his glistening cock was guided between Alexia’s cheeks.
And then…that sensation. The sensation that had been seared into Alexia’s memory.
Of being opened by the throbbing head of Jason Lim’s penis.
OHHHH FUCKKK. THAT’S IT. YOU JUST HAVE TO DO THIS.
YOU JUST HAVE TO…YOU JUST HAVE TO GIVE HIM MORE THIS TIME…
Alexia steeled herself…and then pushed her ass backward against Jason’s length.
“Ohhhhh Godddddd!!!!” Jason moaned as he watched his dick disappear within her.
Alexia gritted her teeth and forced herself downward until fully half of him was pulsating within her, claiming her, opening her ass to his passion.
Here, again, was that tight pain…
…and that unbearably delicious sight of Jason wracked with erotic sensation.
THIS STUPID BOY.
JUST…JUST MOVE UP AND DOWN…JUST MAKE HIM TAKE YOUR TIGHTNESS UNTIL HE CAN’T HOLD BACK ANY LONGER...
The lust-bound pair watched as Alexia’s ass ever-so-slowly began to bob up and down against the pulsing tan cock that had engulfed it. Alexia endured the hard strain of each thrust, though she knew she couldn’t hold out forever.
“Oh my GODDDDD, Alexia!” Jason groaned. “I-I...I don’t want to come inside of you again! I only want to watch you feel satisfaction! I only want you to watch you feel pleasure!”
OHHH GODDAMNITTTTT THIS STUPID BOY.
Now Alexia’s hand was firing between her legs again…exactly as it had been traveling, beneath the sheets of her own bed, for weeks.
And she was furiously giving her positively destroyed clit another round of abuse.
HE KEEPS HOLDING OUT. HOW CAN HE KEEP DOING THIS TO YOU.
HE JUST WON’T STOP. HE JUST WON’T GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD.
UNTIL YOU MAKE HIM. UNTIL YOU MAKE HIM GO AWAY FOR GOOD.
TELL HIM. TELL HIM RIGHT NOW THAT THIS IS IT.
AND THEN YOU’RE GOING. BACK TO YOUR OLD LIFE.
YOUR BUSY LIFE. YOUR STRESSFUL LIFE.
WITHOUT HIM.
Alexia Ramos stared back at Jason Lim, in the electronic image of the impossible system that he had slaved to create for no purpose other than to deliver her pleasure...
…And Alexia opened her mouth, to tell him, once and for all: SHE WAS DONE WITH HIM.
…And what came out of Alexia Ramos’s mouth was:
“JASON LIM, YOU FILL MY ASS WITH YOUR CUM RIGHT FUCKING NOW WHILE I ORGASM ALL OVER YOUR HARD DICKKKKK!”
And then Jason was unleashing an unbridled, animalistic cry and emptying himself into her.
And then Alexia was beating her poor clit to a third thunderously ecstatic release.
And then Alexia was panting atop Jason in exhausted silence.
And then delicately pulling his spent member from within her.
And then spinning around, and lowering herself down on top of Jason.
And pressing her lips against his.
And kissing him.
Again and again and again and again.
Jason Lim.
This stupid boy.
This stupid, stupid boy.
He was going to have to be hers.
