11:30 A.M.

She rolled her eyes as she stripped once again.

"Three times in less than two hours." She stated.

"Are you complaining?" He asked, turning her around on the couch. He pushed her head into the pillows.

She wiggled her butt in the air and he gave it a spank. She laughed in reply. "Not complaining. I'm just taking a count."

He took a moment and buried his face in between her legs, giving her a good smell. "Mmm." He said.

She laughed hard at this. "Oh my gosh stop that feels so weird!" She protested, wiggling him away. She pressed her stomach against the arm rest as she got upright and looked back at him. "You're such a fucking weirdo."

He ignored her. "I'll never get tired of that pussy."

"Yeah, well you just smelled your nut. I haven't douched or cleaned myself out yet ya dummy."

He forcefully pushed her even farther against the arm rest, his cock pressing up against the back of her thigh. He growled in her ear. "Earlier you told me to cum so hard I made you pregnant. Wouldn't two loads do a better job at that?" He reached around and groped her.

She whimpered. "Yes sir."

He nibbled on her neck. "I don't think you'll hide these hickeys from Tom. Two down, and still such a long time before your parents come home...expect to not hang out with him for a while. If he even so much as looks below your face he's going to see how I mark my territory."

She grinned. "I love it when you get possessive."

He spanked her ass and then bit her shoulder. "Shut up, fuck-meat." She let out a gasp and leaned farther against the arm. He grabbed her by the biceps and pulled them back, pulling her right into him. He gripped around her throat with one hand and let the other violate her body, exploring every curve and nook and cranny of her. He took his free hand and adjusted the positioning of his cock. He was going to take what was his.

"Use me." She begged. He tightened his grip around her neck and she moaned. With a thrust, he split her in two once again -- Tom's girlfriend, taking another man's cock. Another lover.

Her only lover.

He felt her. How wet she was. How much she wanted it. "Rolling your eyes, complaining about how badly I wanted it..." He spanked her hard. "yet you're a sopping wet mess."

"I'm sorry, master. I won't complain ever again." She said, now going with his motion and fucking herself on his cock.

"Bad girls like you deserve to be punished accordingly."

"Please punish this bad girl!" She said. Her eyes widened and her entire body tensed as she felt him force a finger into her ass, pushing himself deep into her forbidden hole. He got to the knuckle.

"M-master...!"

"If you're going to be an asshole, you might as well be used in yours." He clenched on her throat hard now, pulling her back. "So tight...still a virgin here."

"F-forgive me for that...I-I never--"

He ripped his finger out of her and gave her a hard slap on the ass. She screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Shut the fuck up. I didn't say it was a bad thing. _I want to take that. _I want this tight little ass to be mine." He kissed her neck and began to give her a hickey, grunting and pushing against her hard with each thrust, her tight snatch clenching down hard like a vice on him.

"I-it's yours, master." She promised.

"Good. Because if I couldn't take your mouth or actual virginity..." He pumped again, this time keeping himself at full extension and slapping her ass before pulling it all out and forcing it all the way back in.

He licked her ear. "Then I at least want to make sure your last fragment of virginity is taken by someone who really loves you."

She came. She came hard.

They came in unison as Tyler pushed himself all the way into her and fired off again. Two loads in the span of about an hour, yet he couldn't stop cumming. He whispered in her ear. "I love you."

Still fucking herself on his cock, she sniffled.

"Zoe...are you crying?" He asked.

She pulled off of him, cum spurting everywhere on her leather couch as she turned around and hugged him. Tears flowed down her face.

"Hey, hey...what's wrong? Did I...I didn't take it too far, did I?"

She kissed him. "I love you." She said. "I wish you could have been my first."

He kissed her nose, and she only cried harder. "I don't care. As long as you love me, I could be the 30th and not bat an eye."

She put her forehead against his. "We're in trouble, Tyler. I'm falling deeply in love with you."

He laughed. "Yeah, we've hit it big. I've been deep in love with you now."

"Since when?"

"I knew the moment you let me lick your sweat like a total weirdo that you were the right one for me. No other girl is fucking dumb enough to let some guy do weird shit like that."

She laughed through her tears and looked up at him. "It's been awfully hot underneath your sweatshirt all day, if...you know."

"Not until I get a good taste of those feet. I feel like they miss me."

Her lip quivered. "You're such a fucking weirdo." She cried again.

He wrapped her up in a hug. "Your fetish isn't weird. I enjoy making you happy. If that makes me a weirdo, I never wanna be normal again."

She cried even harder. He held her there for a long time.

Eventually, through sniffles, she spoke again.

"Hey, Tyler?"

"Yes, baby?" He stroked her head, playing idly with her hair.

"If it doesn't matter to you that you aren't my first...will it matter to you that I want you to be my last?"