Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

GRAVE

Fuck, I've missed her.

I might follow Kayce virtually everywhere she goes on campus, but it is no comparison to having her undivided attention like this.

"Did you miss me, cinnamon?" I tease but hope desperately that the answer is yes. While I know she thinks about me, I want to hear her finally say it out loud.

I need it .

"I did." She bashfully dips her chin toward her bare shoulder. It's cute and flirtatious. But it's also authentic. Kayce doesn't act for me. "For the past couple of days, I've really wanted to apologize for blowing up at you."

Shaking my head, I respond, "You have nothing to apologize for."

She fidgets slightly and stares into her lap before mumbling, "It's better, by the way."

"Better?" I ask.

Although I'm a little saddened Professor Stewart will not require another visit to drive home my threat, I much prefer Kayce returning to her usual bubbly personality. As much as I wanted to see this side of her sooner, other assholes had booked her time slots. To ensure that's not an issue— and that no one else has the pleasure of enjoying my girl —last night, I booked every appointment she posted for the next three weeks.

"Yeah." Kayce shrugs with an adorable half-smile. "He emailed the other night and changed my grade. It's weird, but I won't press the matter."

"Good." I return her smile from behind my mask. "Now, this missing me thing…" Her round, naturally rosy cheeks pinken a little more, a dead giveaway to the embarrassment she's trying so hard to hide from me.

"Did you miss me a little? Or a lot?" I playfully bait her.

Not willing to show her hand, she smirks as she dusts the back of her hand over the swell of her tits spilling from the cups of her silky gray bra. Her tone low and sultry, she whispers, "More than I should have."

My eyes follow her hand down her body as I fight to suppress the feral growl rising from my lungs. Palming over my already hardening cock, I groan, "Did you touch that pretty pink pussy of yours when you missed me?"

"Yes," she timidly mutters. Undoing my pants to make room for my rapidly growing length, I'm about to press for more when she quietly discloses, "Thinking about you taking me from behind."

A fantasy I also have quite often as I fuck my hand.

"Was I gentle?" I turn off my camera and pull out my cock, stroking it lightly while I wait impatiently for her answer.

"No." Her gorgeous hazel eyes meet mine on the screen as she paws at her own breasts. "You roughly bent me over the bed, buried my face in the sheets, and fucked me until I screamed your name into the mattress beneath me."

"Do it again, so I can watch how you dream about me fucking you."

I continue to languidly slide my hand along my rigid shaft, giving myself a small bit of relief as Kayce slides from the plush duvet on her bed. She widens her stance and starts to bend over. "You're forgetting to remove your panties, cinnamon," I interrupt.

"No, I'm not." She grips the fabric covering her cunt and pulls it to the side. Her breaths grow ever more rapid, and she grabs a dildo from the bed. She quickly rubs the thick head through her arousal and roughly plunges the entire silicone cock into herself with a moan. "You couldn't wait to be inside of me."

Oh, fuck!

There's literally nothing I want more.

Kayce repeatedly slams the fake cock into her tight cunt, her round ass jiggling and her thighs quivering from the brutal thrusts. I match her pace with my hand, imagining I was the one stretching her out and how fucking good she'd feel sliding over my length. Her pants and moans pour through my speakers like a fucking symphony as she hurtles toward her release.

"Am I going to make you come?" I gravelly whisper through the sweet sounds of her impending orgasm. Her glistening cunt rhythmically pulses around the toy sliding into it. It's muffled by the sheets, but when Kayce moans my name, it nearly does me in. She slows her thrusts as she rides out her euphoria, and I demandingly pant, "Don't fucking stop… I'm not done yet, and you're going to take my fucking cock until I'm coming inside of you."

Doing as I instructed, she quickly works herself back up to a punishing pace. "Grave," she groans— and my name sounds like fucking heaven— as she struggles to continue to fuck herself.

"You're doing so good for me," I grit through my teeth, trying to fight the urge to spill over my hand. "My dirty girl would take my cock all night long to please me. Letting me use you until you've come so fucking much that you're begging me to stop and praying that I make you come again. Is that what my girl wants?"

"Yes!" she screams and her body explodes again as she continues to ride the thick dildo. Glancing over her shoulder at the camera, she pleads, "Please. Grave."

The look in her eyes does me in, and I spill over my hand with a guttural groan. Trying to catch my breath, I watch Kayce pull the slick rubber shaft from her dripping cunt. " I can't wait…to actually be…inside you," I mutter through my heavy breaths.

Kayce bites her lower lip, trying to hide the smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

You're mine, cinnamon…