Claiming My College Roommate's Dad (Chapter Five)

He started slapping my ass and pulling my hair thinking he was in charge. But he was wrong. The first time he came was a gift. The second time was my trophy.

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I leaned against the cool wall, my cheek pressed to the painted cinder blocks, just trying to process the feeling of my roommate's dad's cum running down my ass crack. My body was humming, a network of spent nerves buzzing with pleasure. I've been fucked before, but I've never been fucked like that before.

The raw, frantic energy had peaked and crashed, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. As the real world started to seep back in, one practical question pushed through the haze:

How much time do we have left?

Mark had pulled away and was leaning against the opposite wall, his arms crossed over his bare chest, watching me. I met his gaze as I walked on unsteady legs to my desk and found my phone.

I had to know. The game wasn't over unless I said it was.

I typed out a quick, innocent text to Sarah, my fingers still not quite steady.

Me: Hey, how's the project going? Just checking in. Need us to save you any food or anything?

The reply came almost instantly, the three little dots of her typing making my heart pound with anticipation.

Sarah: Omg MAYA it's a NIGHTMARE. We had to start over from scratch. Literally everything was deleted. We're gonna be in the library for at least another hour. Don't wait up for me lol. And no, I'm good, we ordered a pizza. Thx tho!!

An hour. A satisfied smile spread across my face. Oh, we had plenty of time.

I turned the phone around and showed the screen to Mark. He walked over, his eyes scanning the message. He looked up from the screen and met my gaze, and I saw the question there. He was asking for permission. He was wondering if the fantasy was over.

I wasn't done with him yet. Not even close.