Misty-Rabbit-Slasher-Madness

Brahms paced the floor as he rambled. He went on and on about the classics. Jane Austin, Thomas Hughes, Mark Twain, or as he said, 'The only good American author.'

"What about Patricia Highsmith?"

He snapped his attention to the voice in the pews.

"Excuse me? Patricia who?" Brahms knew who she was, but was shocked someone would offer a correction to his lesson.

"I just mean, she is a great writer, Strangers on a Train, and-"

"Listen, just because her works were made into movies, no matter how well-received, doesn't warrant praise." He took in how his student reacted to his abrupt interruption. The corner of his lips resisted the urge to pull into a smile as he watched her straighten herself in her seat.

"It's not just the movies, her work does warrant praise. Just like many other American authors."

"Care to elaborate?" Brahms leaned against his desk, hands in his pockets as he took her in.

"All I'm saying is that American authors, be it their works from the last seventy or eighty years, deserve the same amount of respect for say, Jane Austin. You can't cherry-pick based on British classical standards."

Brahms clicked his tongue and ran a hand over his curly hair. "You sure have a lot to say, Y/n. We can discuss this after class if you will, better yet, I'd like an essay on the subject, in fact, I'd like an essay from all of you!" Brahms ignored the chorus of groaning with a smile, "five thousand words should suffice. All on the subject of what makes an American author a classic."

"Oh, class look at that," He pointed to the large clock above the door reading two-thirty, "Time for you to be off and writing those essays." He laughed as the anger behind everyone standing up and whipping their bags over their shoulders.

Brahms watched with a sick delight as the students walked past you with waves of disgust and anger, venomous words under their breath as they passed you.

He stood still with his arms crossed over his chest, watching as the students shuffled out the door. Save for you. You stood in front of him, a wild look in your eyes, jaw tensed, hand clutching your bookbag. A student shot you an insult, a flinch before you had composed yourself. Brahms took note of this.

He waited as everyone was gone, leaving just you and him. A thick silence hung in the air as Brahms let you stare him down, your eyes narrowed, mouth hung slightly ajar as if the words had yet to form.

"Well, may I help you?" Brahms unfolded his arms and placed his hands on the edge of his desk, "Don't you have an essay to get writing?" He bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smile.

"About that, Brahms. Please just chancel the essay for everyone and leave it for me, just me. Don't punish them for my," You paused as you mulled over the next word, "outburst."

Brahms rubbed his chin, "Outburst? How mature of you to admit to such a violent and disruptive action," He laughed despite himself, "Well, I can accept your half-baked apology. But if one fucks up, the rest of the class suffers."

"Sir,"

Sir? Oh, Brahms felt his cock twitch when it slipped out of that pretty mouth,

"Is there anything I can do, to absolve my classmates for my mistake?"

Brahms tapped his chin with his index finger, "Well," He pretended to give the allusion he was mulling over his next few words, "There is something."

He took careful steps towards the door, his back turned to you. His lips swiped over his bottom lip as he locked the door. If he had hearing like that of a rabbit, he'd swear he could hear your heart stop the moment the lock clicked.

Brahms turned to you, his hands on his hips as he walked over, careful steps, precise in nature as he stared down at you, "Oh?" Brahms lifted a finger to your front, his index lingered over your chest, "You have something on your shoulder." He plucked a piece of fur off your sweater, "Cat? Dog?"

"Cat, roommatess."

Brahms bit his lip at how you answered, voice monotonous. "Hm, the cat a nuisance?" Brahms was never one for animals, not that he was allergic, he just could never appreciate the art of gaining a cat's trust and disliked how stupidly loyal a dog could be at a first meeting. It was a trait he enjoyed in people.

"Why don't you and I go somewhere together to let the little rascal get a break from you?"

He laughed, a booming laugh that echoed in the large classroom. Your eyes were wide and your mouth hung open.

"Well? How does that sound?"

"You are actually going on a date with Professor Brahms?" Your roommate held her orange tabby close to her chest, "You know how hot that is?"

You rolled your eyes as you sat on your bed, "It's unethical, is what it is."

"You dumb bitch, you aren't under eighteen and it's college, not high school."

"It's an abuse of power." You corrected.

She sat her cat down as she went back to rummaging through your clothes, her eyes scanned your tops in pursuit of a perfect top for the date. "You know, if you felt that way, you'd have said no."

You pet the cat as he jumped onto the bed and pushed his head into your hand, "If it gets my classmates off my back, I'll do it. And it's the only reason why I'm doing it."

She turned to you, her face ripe with disbelief, "Yeah, just for that reason. Not because he's the hottest Professor, not because he's in his early thirties and still single, not because he's already rich thanks to his parents being old money."

You drowned her out as she continued to ramble. Her cat, Firepaw, nestled himself into your lap. His purring soothed you, your thoughts threatening to get this best of you. It wasn't enough though as you heard your roommate mention Brahms and how his forearms looked when he'd roll up his sleeves.

Fuck, she was right, he looked good like that. Sleeves rolled up to show his lean forearms, his muscles taught as he crossed his arms over his chest. And the way his biceps flexed under his thin dress shirt.

"And don't get me started on his Blueish green eyes!"

'Don't get me started' you said to yourself. The way he looked at you just hours ago made the blood course through you, heating up your cheeks as he looked down at you. Those unique coloured eyes held a hint of mischief and unbeknownst to you, a desire.

"I have it!" Your roommate dashed off and returned just as fast as she left with a little black dress in her hands. "Ta-da! I'll let you borrow it!"

"You sure? I mean you wore that whe-"

"Yes, I'm sure! It's the magic whore dress! You where this and any man will bend themselves to your will."

She's a fucking idiot. But she's your idiot.

That little black dress is what she wore one night at a club, and how she had hordes of men buying her drinks. They were drunk, she was drunk and the dress is partially see-through.

She stood in front of the door with the dress held out in her hands, She shook it, indicating for you to take it. She raised an eyebrow as you hesitated, handshaking you snatched it from her.

"Oh, and you better wear it. I don't care if you wear black underneath to make it less fun, regardless, you're gonna get what you want."

Brahms toyed around with his stress balls. His knuckles blanching as he squeezed the green toy.

"You feeling okay, Brahms?" Norman sat down next to his colleague. He opened up his lunch bag and pulled out an apple, "Your face looks all tight."

Brahms brought his attention to Norman, "Ah, yes, I am fine." Brahms twiddled the green ball between his fingers. "It's not too harsh of me to punish all my students for one's mistake, am I?"

"I'd say so."

Brahms playfully scoffed, "Isn't that nice of you, thanks for being frank."

Norman took a bite of his apple, quickly chewed and swallowed, "Well, knowing you, I'm sure there is an ulterior motive. So, who is she?"

Brahms wished he was eating an apple as he'd use the opportunity to take a bite to hide his growing grin. "I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Oh, I mean you are around beautiful young women all day, only natural one would catch your eye."

"Actually...well yes she is fairly pretty, she's young of course, but I admire the fact she spoke up. Not many do." Brahms knew why too. He was a hard ass, it was his way or no way. He preferred it that way, it's how he grew up, it's how he expected the rest of his life to be.

There was something about a woman putting him in his place, albeit even a slight disagreement stirred his loins. To so brazenly contradict him and had the guts to do so in front of one's peers.

'I wonder how much she'd disagree in bed?' Brahms brought his attention back to his stress ball. He squeezed it, over and over again to quell the string ache in his pants.

"Oh, Brahms, Sir, please teach me a lesson!" Your lithe body under him, his cock working itself into you at a breakneck speed. "Sir, I'm so sorry, just don't stop. Keep fucking my cute little pussy."

"Brahms?" Norman called out, waving his hand across the table, "You with me?"

"Oh, hm, no, not for long, I have a date to get to."

You shifted in your seat, eyes of the other patrons glanced over to you, a look of pity in some, a look of amusement in others.

"Miss, are you sure you wouldn't like to order a drink?"

You dismissed him with another wave and a curt smile. He eagerly ditched to another table, hollow "How are things going? Enjoying yourself?" It Rang in your ears.

What you want was "So sorry I'm late, I was held up!"

You swore you could hear him, his posh accent easily flowed through you.

"Y/n?"

Brahms laughed as he placed his hand on your shoulder, the tips of his fingers dug into the fabric on your dress, pressing them into your shoulders. He let his hands linger as he watched your eyes flicker in his direction.

He flashed a dazzling smile, "I am so sorry, I was held up. Waiter! Water for me and some wine for the young lady."

The urge to correct him on using the term young lady came and went. You were in fact a young lady, but you felt adult, very adult. A date, whether it is real or not was up for debate, but the fact you sat in an 'adult' get up in a fancy restaurant that only the rich could afford made you feel like a real lady.

"Enjoy being called a young lady while you're young," He assured as if listening to your thoughts, "We are only young once."

When you pulled his hand away from your shoulder, it immediately felt cold from his absence.

He removed his jacket and placed it on the back of his chair, a fresh new dress shirt and bow tie, crisp and clean. He flashed you a charming smile as he sat across from you, "You agree? Or is that something you'd care to challenge me on?"

His game was obvious, you smiled despite yourself, "Only if it means a nice dinner at a swanky restaurant."

"Oh, what happened to that steadfast student, ready to challenge her professor?"

"About that," You quickly thanked the waiter he placed your wine on the table, you quickly sipped, "Look, I'm sorry about that." You took in his scowl but continued, "Please, leave the one essay to me, don't punish the rest of the class."

Brahms took a sip of his water to hide his frown, "Well, I could do that, but again, one flounders, the others must feel the weight of their classmate's actions."

"Please, Sir,"

Brahms felt his cock throb. He wanted more of that.

"I understand all have to suffer for one's actions. But one can do the right thing and...make it right."

"the wine good?" Brahms took another sip of his water.

"Yes?" You looked down into the deep red drink, "Did you?"

Brahms slammed a fist onto the table, the patrons around jumped and stared wide-eyed at you both, "Did you think I spiked it? Got the waiter to drop a few tablets of E?"

You shifted, hands pulling at the hem of the dress, "No, I."

He leaned forward, "Cause I did."

Your heart skipped a beat, mind raced. Your body wanted to hurl itself out of your seat, the only problem was you felt like lead replaced the blood in your veins.

"Love? Haha, you can't be for real?" A similar booming laugh like one from earlier in the day, "Why on heavens would I do such a thing? You take me for that kind of man?"

A wave of relief coursed through you, a flash of embarrassment came to the surface. Your eyes flickered to those around you, snickers and eye rolls as their attention is on you.

"I'm so-"

"No, no. It's natural to be on edge over such a scenario. Now, the waiter is coming."

The waiter placed the menu on the table, a small smile to the both of you before he departed again.

"You should get the bouillabaisse oh, and add the Pumpkin Ricotta Gnocchi with Pancetta and seared Radicchio."

"That, Uhm, sounds like a lot."

Bo yanked your shorts down, dragging your panties along with them. You squirmed as they got to your knees. Bo gave you a sharp look, you relented and let him take them off, he grabbed your panties and slipped them in his pocket. He trailed his hands back to the hem of your shirt, lifting it slightly, placing kisses on your lower belly. You keened and he laughed, “Baby doll like that?” You mewled and he lifted your shirt. Bo tossed it aside and took in your bra, “Shame you still wear this, especially when you know Daddy’s coming home.” He reached around and tore it off, kissing your collarbone as your tits were grasped by his calloused hands.

You placed your hands on him, enjoying the way you could feel his hands work on you. You kissed his forehead, taking in more of his sweaty taste, giving the occasional lick on his temple. Bo kissed you, moaning into the soft kiss, he trailed his hands to your ass and hauled you up onto the counter, knocking shit out of his way. Your ass was inches from the edge, he spread you wide, “Don’t you fuckin’ move.” he snarled. You shook in place, legs spread wide on the counter to give him a full view. Bo lifted your ankle and placed wet and sloppy kisses down your leg, biting hard as he got your inner thigh. You bucked into the bite, feeling special as you watched Bo give you a sly smile.

You sucked in a breath when his lips rested just above your glistening pussy. “Daddy, Please. Please kiss my pussy.”

He smirked, “Tell Daddy you need him.”

“I need you, Daddy, please Daddy I need you to suck my cute clit.”

He gave you a wolfish grin, “Well, because Baby Girl asked so nicely.” His tongue went flat between your folds up to your needy clit. You sighed and wiggled your hips at the feeling. Bo chuckled into you and he plunged his tongue into your cunt. Lapping up every bit of you. Bo moved his right hand down your thigh to the edge of your pussy, pressing in slightly as his tongue flicked lightly over your clit. You whined, two fingers slipping in your wet hot hole. “Shit, Baby, so fucking tight and warm.” Bo sucked hard on your clit, making you buck into his mouth. You ran your hand through his hair, pressing hard into his scalp.

Bo groaned and snaked his other hand to his crotch, palming his erection. Bo looked up and caught the glint in your eye, “Does Daddy’s girl just get him too worked up?” He snarled, releasing your clit from his mouth, his lips covered in your slick. “Kiss me, Daddy!” He sneered and pushed his fingers further into you, scissoring them inside your wet channel, loving the noise it made.

“Baby girl just had to go piss off her Daddy, huh?” He placed a kiss on your lips, laughing as you used your tongue to lick at him, wanting to taste yourself on him. “Aw, Baby Girl just needs to be a bit more patient.” You shook as Bo quickened his pace in you, your legs struggling to remain on the counter, feeling heavy and strained. “Just a little more, come on, will you cum for Daddy?” You sobbed and nodded, mouth slack. Bo watched as your body quivered, loving what he was putting it through. He pressed his thumb onto your clit, giving it harsh swipes. “Cum for Daddy now.” You stilled, Bo grinned as he knew.

“Shit, Daddy, ah!” You squealed as you felt warmth wash over you. The thrill of it all sending tingles throughout your sensitive parts. You collapsed on the counter, head hitting the cabinet with a thud, head too full to feel any pain.

Bo watched as your body spasmed, your pink pussy glistening and juices dripping onto the counter. He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and suckled, yanking your head back up to watch him, “Daddy loves how his Baby Girl tastes. Does Baby want a taste?”

You nodded, tongue out wanting to taste. He chuckled and brought your head closer to his, “Keep your tongue out and you can have a taste.” Bo swirled his tongue in his mouth and spit onto your tongue. “Taste that.” You eagerly obeyed. Bo groaned as he watched you swallow. “Good girl.” Bo undid his jeans to free his cock, sighing as it sprang free from the tight confines. Bo held you by the neck while the other hand grabbed the base of his erection, “Daddy doesn’t even have to ask if you want this, can see your needy little cunt begging to be kissed by my cock.” You nodded at him, panting.

Bo slid his cock up and down your slit, pretty wet folds hugging his cock, “Daddy…” You keened. Bo flashed you his baby blues and slammed in. You screamed and he grunted, his free hand resting on your hip, thumb close to your clit. Bo gripped your neck, nails digging into your thin flesh. He watched you, watched as you tried to stay up, tried to remain composed as he fucked into you relentlessly.

You squeaked and squealed as Bo slammed up into you, body feeling hot, your already sore cunt coming undone at his large cock fucking you up. Bo moved his thumb over your sore clit, “Daddy, no, it’s sore.” He gave you a dark chuckle and pressed his thumb in giving it the same harsh treatment as before.

“I know Daddy’s girl can take it.” He leaned into you, placing a kiss on your cheek, “She can take it right?” You whispered out a babbled ‘yes’ feeling delirious as you rammed into you. Bo took his hand off your throat and reached into his pocket, “Here, take these.” He shoved your panties into your mouth, “Just in case you get too loud and Vincent notices. Can’t have him coming up and joining again, can we?” He winked at you while you felt tears roll down your cheek.

Bo’s pace into your wet pussy, his circles over your already sore clit, the harsh grip on your waist, his baby blues staring at you with a mix of lust and despite his teasing words and harsh actions, adoration. You licked your panties, droll spilling down your chin, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek, the sound of Bo’s cock fucking in and out of you, he caught that look in your eyes.

“Cum, Baby Girl.” A few harsh flicks on your clit you tensed, arms reaching out to wrap around Bo’s back. You let out a muffled whine as you felt your pussy clench around him. Bo felt your pussy hugging him tightly, “Shit, Do-” He cut himself off with a strangled cry. He fucked you hard for a few more thrusts till he exploded within you, “Shit, baby, your pussy milking me. Huh.” He slowed his thrusts, grunting and moaning as he felt himself coat your pink pussy with his seed.

You groaned as he pulled out, feeling his seed drip out of you onto the wet counter. “Remove the panties, Doll.” You attempted to remove them but he snapped away your hand in impatience, using your panties to clean the mess he made. “Get dressed.” you slid off the counter and followed his orders. You fumbled with your panties, legs too weak to hold you up. Bo scoffed, “Damn, always needing your Bo, huh?” He practically dressed you, huffing as he slapped your hands away from yourself.

You shivered as you felt the wet, semen-covered panties on your cunt under the shorts. You looked up at Bo, eyes soft, he ran his rough hand over your cheeks to wipe away your drying tears. “What, Doll?”

You pointed at the broken plate on the floor, “Can you help me clean that?” You giggled as you watched him give you a nasty scowl.

Five years since he had come into your life. Five years of watching your mother go from being the happiest woman in the world to being an absolute mess of a woman.

Sweet goodbye kisses turned into snide comments. Dinner dates went from every Friday to once in a blue moon.

Flirty touches in the mornings turned into, huffs and vile stares between her and your stepdad.

Bo Sinclair.

You never took his last name, already too old for that nonsense.

"You know, your name with my last name does slip off the tongue."

His comment and the way he smirked, his blue eyes lit up as he took you in had made you grin and, feel something deep within your core.

Five years since that comment you had grown closure to your stepdad.

It was Bo who rushed to pick you up late from work, "Good thing I wasn't busy, huh?" His southern drawl quelled your tears as you hopped into his truck,

"Sorry I'm all wet, I didn't know it was going to rain." You giggled and wiped your cheeks off the last remaining tears. "I'm sorry." Your tone was more apologetic.

"Ah, darlin, it ain't no thing. Can't have a pretty little thing like you walking around late," He reached over to rub your shoulder, "It's dangerous out there."

You caught his wink and salacious smirk.

"Now, why ya cryin?"

It was dumb, "No one could give me a ride home. I'm fuckin scared of walking around so late. I just spook myself is all."

He chuckled, "Understandable. And y'know, you ever need me to do this again, I'll be there. Or do you want me to have chat with the manager to get you some better shifts?"

Your cringe turned into a small smile, "No, it's okay, I mean to the manager part. Her rules."

"Ah," he clicked his tongue, "I think you just want me to pick you up late from now on."

"Beauregard, can you please go to the basement and grab some drinks."

Bo cringed. His full name and it was coming from his wife. "Yeah, I'll fuckin' get it."

"Don't you swear at me." Her tone was curt.

Bo shook his head as he walked away, not caring to get into it with her for the third time that day.

"Oh, and leave Y/n alone, she's studying for her final, she can help later."

"Yeah, sure."

Every step down the basement stairs creaked and groaned under his weight.

He grumbled as he finally made his way down, grateful the rickety plants didn't snap. He was meant to fix them, but like a typical husband, it fell to the wayside.

"you like that baby?"

"yes, Daddy!"

The blood in his veins ran cold. His mouth parted in a small o, his eyes bugged out. He remained frozen in place,

"Gonna cum on daddy's cock, baby girl? Gonna make a mess of my dick?"

"Ooh, yes daddy!"

His gaze turned down the hall to the right, a sliver of yellow light shining from the cracked open door.

Your room.

Bo strained to hear more as he gingerly made his way down to the hall.

"Fuck, what a tight little pussy you have. So warm for her Daddy."

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Daddy, fill up my pussy, make a mess."

Bo rubbed his growing erection through his jeans, the friction did little to satisfy his growing need.

He stood at your door. His mind raced with perverse thoughts. The strong urge to peek in and his morality pleading him not to.

"Fuck...Bo, Daddy, I want you."

'Fuck it' He peeked.

Shit.

You sat on the bed, laptop placed in down around your feet. Your hand working delicate circles around your sensitive nub.

Your eyes glued to the screen, the woman, though not similar in look to you was being fucked by a man who looked more like your stepdad.

Any morality within you was long gone with each little stroke over your clit.

"Get ready to take daddy's cum, baby girl!"

You sobbed and threw your head back, your orgasm made you quake, toes curled as you fell back against the bed. "Bo, more..."

Bo watched as you shook on the bed, your delicate fingers dipped into your sodden cunt. Your moans and whimpers filled your room.

Bo bit his lip and gripped his cock through his jeans. The thought of slamming his cock into your wanting pussy, growling and snarling above you as he fucked you.

The way you moaned his name stirred that deep primal ache in him.

You wanted him. Fuck it, he wanted you.

He pulled himself away from your room, the perfect view, the perfect image forever ingrained in his mind.

'Studying...heh...' He thought to himself, 'She sure is studying...'

He shouldn't have done it. Really, he's a married man.

"Bo, fuck me, fuck your cock is so huge."

"That's it, getting your cute pussy fucked by daddy. Wanton little thing like you craves this shit."

You ran your hands through his brown hair, pulled at his roots, he hissed in response.

"Yeah, fuck I want you."

He fucked you on your bed, another porno playing in the background on your laptop. Your moans mixed with the woman on screen.

You threw your head back, exposed your neck to Bo. A wail was ripped out of you as he nipped and sucked on your pulse, "Shit, baby doll, such tasty little thing." He licked up your neck to nibble on the shell of your ear.

"Daddy, more."

He growled in your ear, the primal noise sent a shiver down your spine.

"Daddy will give you more, just beg for me, slut. Huh, you a slut? Your cunt sure feels like it."

"Yes, Daddy." You whimpered and sighed in response, your eyes closed tight, white sparks filled your version, "Fuck, Bo, I'm g-gonna cum."

"Again?" The elation in his voice turned into a mocking tone, "Of course you are, gonna cum on daddy's cock again, ain't cha."

You nod, lower lip trembled, "Shit!" you wrapped your arms around Bo's neck, nails dug into his shoulders as your cunt clenched and came around his cock.

Your muscles went slack as Bo pistoned in and out of you, "Good, girl, good girl, shit fuck," His cock throbbed, "Gonna cum again, Take it, take daddy's cum! Fuck!" Bo grunted, a pitched moan as he emptied himself within you.

He collapsed on to you, made sure not to crush you under his weight by propping himself onto an elbow. His sweaty chest pressed against yours, his breath heavy and ragged in your ear.

"You," He kissed your cheek, "Are just too fuckin perfect." A deep kiss on your lips, "Now, did I ruin other men for you?"

You giggled as he raised his brow, "Did I ruin other women?"

Bo smirked as he wrapped his arms around you and rolled to his side.

"Maybe...do you think she'd be mad?" A tender kiss on your forehead.

You frowned. The realization hit you, making your heart sink.

"Bo?"

He silenced you with a kiss.

Bo hated the idea of wasting his day helping someone move into their new apartment. Hated the fact it made him feel like a pack mule. Hated that he'd probably be paid in pizza and cheap beer. He could be at practice instead.

"Gosh, Bo, you are a lifesaver, do you know that?"

But her voice ran through his ears like a sweet siren's call.

"Ah, I had nothin better to do." He drawled and gave her a wink.

Lie but if it made her happy, he'd gladly be Mr. Fib.

Her apartment was small, her bedroom had enough for a bed, nothing more. Her living room could fit a loveseat, coffee table and TV, nothing more. The kitchen didn't have a lick of counter space. She didn't seem to mind.

He watched as her eyes lit up as she spun around, her pet cat in her hands, the poor thing looks less than thrilled to be spun judging from its narrowed eyes.

"You should put that thing down, darlin' she might get dizzy." It's not like Bo to overtly care for cats but he'd be equally pissed if he was in the cat's fur.

"Sorry baby girl!" The cat was placed gently on the floor, she ran off to hide in the closet-sized bathroom.

Despite feeling like a pack mule, there wasn't a whole lot to move in, no space anyways. The love seat was easy enough, shocked she could handle going up the stairs with it. Double shocked she hauled the mattress up on her own as well.

"Just a few more boxes, Bo and we are done!" She clapped her hands together, her bright smile reached her ears, Her eyes lit up and softened as she looked at him.

'fuck, she is something else.' Bo cleared his throat, "Yeah, then you owe me some beer and pizza...I guess."

Her hand grabbed onto the back of his arm, she squeezed, causing him to flex in response. "Just some beer and pizza, gotcha!"

The neighbours were pushy. some might call them friendly but the questions they were asking had Bo feeling some kind of way.

"Oh, what a cute new couple moving in! George! come meet the new couple!"

Awkward would be an understatement as Bo held the final and box in his hand as you made small talk with the old lady.

"Couple, uhm, well we-" She cut you off with a wide grin and jubilation to her voice,

"It's so cute to see such a young couple strike it on their own! Oh, t takes me back!"

"Yeah, you know we just figured to give our mom's and dad's a break and get out of their hair," Bo spoke up for you, he shrugged his shoulders.

"I may not understand you couples doing this unmarried but times change! You must come and visit later! Oh George, hurry up and say hello!"

You felt Bo's presence, a looming and foreboding shadow over you. He leaned down, 'We gotta go.'

It was rude not to meet George, "Ah, we can meet George after, my cat has a shitting problem, I gotta help her out."

"Well, I had a cat that had that problem once."

'Of for fuck sakes' Bo cut in, "Look, Lady, we gotta go, we'll stop by later."

She smiled and waved you both off, you just managed to catch the sour look in her eyes as she shut her door.

"That was kind of mean."

"Darlin' she was gonna talk our fuckin ears off if we let her. I had a neighbour growing up just like that. She would have kept us all night." Bo snorted and shot you a quick look as he ascended the stairs.

He was right. She was nice but you wanted nothing more than to get inside and reward Bo for being such a great guy. He didn't have to help you move in. He probably had other things to do, like smoking a bowl or practice.

"Beer and pizza, hey and some edibles!" Bo held up a beer and the gummy. Bo leaned back into the new IKEA love seat, "This shit is stiff, ya need to break it in."

Your laugh put a pit in his stomach. "Break it in?" You scoffed with a smile, "How many girls have you used that on?"

"Just the ones where it worked."

Bo keeled over in mock pain after you playfully slapped his arm. He sat the beer and gummy on the used coffee table to run his hands on your feet. His rough pads tickled on your bare feet.

Your giggle and playful attempts to fight off his tickle encouraged him further.

"Bo! No! St-stop!"

His hands slip slipped up your leg, he shuddered as the contrast of your soft flesh against his rough hand urged him further, further up your fleshy thigh.

Bo licked his top lip, his baby blue eyes flickered from under your dress, to your wide eyes. He held your gaze as he inched his hand upwards, the tips of his fingers settled on the crotch of your cotton panties.

Bo's gaze left yours. He saw the sudden flash of apprehension. He didn't want to see it. Didn't want to think of what was going through your head. His comment, "Just the ones where it worked" is the common knowledge amongst others that he fucks around like a dog in heat.

He has every right, he's single he can do what he wants.

Every girl felt hallow, every girl satisfied his base level instinct for the night. Every morning he'd wake up feeling like he had a pit deep within his soul.

Bo snapped back to the present as you whimpered at his touch. His knuckle pushing into your panties as his thumb rubbed your bundle of nerves.

He used his free hand to push you back onto the couch, your head resting on the arm. He sunk low, his lower half off the couch and onto the floor, squeezed between the coffee table and couch. He smirked to himself as your breath hitched when he lifted your sundress past your bra.

Bo worked his thumb over your clit, small circles that elicited soft moans from your lips, that made your chest rise and fall, a sudden shake when he pressed hard enough.

"Is that good, darlin?" Bo kissed the inside of your thigh, "Uh, like when I play with your little clit, baby?" He groaned when he caught your nod, your eyes fluttering open to watch him.

"Yeah, Bo, keep playing with it." You bit your lip as he pressed again. His cock smile made your heart flutter.

He was always cute, handsome, and he knew it. He charmed girls like it was his lifeblood. They all fell for it, of course, they did, it was Bo. Flash his baby blue eyes, a confident smile and work a little southern charm and they fell right into his arms.

You keen as he pulled your panties to the side, his hot breath fanning your exposed sex. He let out a breathy 'fuck' before he glanced up at you.

"Ya want it? Want my tongue tasting you?"

The way you nodded your head, ran a shaky hand through his brown hair had Bo curse under his breath. 'Fuck, she looks so cute'

Bo's raw moan was muffled as he dived in, his tongue eagerly running past your warm folds. He pushed it deep into you, his warm muscle lapped at your spongy walls.

"Fuck, Bo, more."

Bo complied, your airy pleas encouraged him to continue tongue fucking you. He moaned as you tugged him by the roots, your hand-pulled in intervals. He growled and dipped his tongue in and out, in and out. He felt your walls flutter against his tongue, a yummy wave of your honey made his cock twitch.

The vibrations of his tongue made your back arch off the couch. You wanted to feel more, more than just his rubbing against your sensitive clit. You tugged him by his roots and ignored his growl of protest as you bucked your hips, your clit rubbed along his lips.

Bo got the message. He wrapped his lips around your swollen nub. His tongue curled as it darted over you, up and down, side to side, he smirked into his actions as ran both hands through his hair, your back arching and pitched moans filled your small apartment.

Your back bowed as panted, Bo's tongue at expert speed over your clit, "Yeah, Bo, more, fuck make me cum!" You fell back into the bed as he growled and pushed your senses over the edge. Goosebumps coated your flesh as the excitement coursed through you.

Bo pulled of with a pop, "Fuck, darlin," Bo dipped his tongue back into taste you, tongue curling inside you, you moaned in response. Bo pulled away, a half-grin on his face, "Taste so freaking good for me, fuck you're gonna get me addicted. Ya wanna taste, doll? Wanna taste yourself off of my tongue?"

You pulled him in by the nape of his neck, tongue licking against his as he pushed it past your lips. His tongue swirled over your, teeth clicked together he pressed the rest of his body against yours. You felt him shimmy his hand down south, the jingle of his belt buckle and zip of his fly had you bucking in anticipation.

A low whimper ripped out of Bo as he brushed the tip of his cock against your wet folds. He staggered as reality hit him.

"Shit, I don't have a condom."

His words brought you to attention.

"You don't carry one around with you?"

Bo cocked his head to the side, a sudden flash of annoyance in his eyes, "What? No, why wo-?"

"I don't have any!"

Bo looked down at you, his body shaking as his cock head was still nestled into your folds.

"Fuck it, I want you! Please Bo, please fuck me. I wa-"

Bo ripped a scream out of you as he shoved himself in to the hilt. He positioned in and out of you, his flesh slapping against your, an arm rested itself under your lower back, the other cupped your cheek.

"Like, that? Huh? Like my cock fucking you, fucking your cute lil pussy? Yeah, you do, look at you, eyes rollin in the back of yer head," He peppered your lips in kisses, "Little thing like you, ah-fu-fuck just need her little pussy stuffed full of cock and cum."

Your hands pushed up into his top, your nails dragged down his muscular back. Bo growled above you, his lips against your ear, "Well, my girl just loves taking me, making me up, huh?" Bo stuttered his movements are your cunt fluttered around him, "Oh, what did I say to make you do that?"

The heat rose to your cheeks, eyes squeezed shut as you whimpered out an answer, his cock fucking you deep left you blissful and open, "My girl!" You whimpered into his neck, "Call me your girl, make me call you it."

"Oh," Bo flashed you a cocky smile, "My girl? You are my girl, right now and, after you are my girl." Bo felt his cheeks go pink. Fuck. He's been wanting to call you that, his girl. Even as he held another, all he could see was your pretty face as he came. When he jerked off it was your name he was moaning, whimpering out as he shot his load into some tissues.

"Yours, Bo." You arched your back, front flushed against his. His cock filled you, better than another man, better than the new toy you had just decided you'd throw away if Bo was gonna be yours.

"All mine?"

"All yours."

"Atta girl."

Bo doubled his efforts, his cock worked itself into you, throbbed as felt your warm and spongy walls grip him like a vice.

"Gonna cum, my girl gonna cum on her man's cock?"

"Yeah, B-Bo, I'm go-gonna c-" You clamped your eyes shut, white sparks danced in your vision as your orgasm trembled through you, your cunt squeezed Bo. He growled as he shot out his release. Thick and sticky cum painted your pink walls.

"My girl, my girl," He repeated like a mantra, "My girl, ah-fuck yer my girl." Bo rocked himself to a halt, his body quivered as he stilled. With a reluctant sigh, he pulled himself out of you.

Bo rolled off the couch and stood up, his hands pulled you up. He dipped you, his lips sticky with your arousal as he made contact with your lips. Another long and heated kiss, Bo moaned into the kiss and pulled away, his cheeks red, his eyes lidded.

"My bed?"

Bo nodded in agreement and scooped you up into his arms, "Our bed." He laughed as you playfully pushed into his chest.

Three rounds and Bo had finally been spent. He rested his head on your fluffy pink pillow as he lazily traced circles on your arm. He held you close, firm against his side, your hand resting in the middle of his chest.

During the second round, in your cock dress mess, had asked Bo to move in. In his own blissed state, he agreed.

He tapped his heel into the bed, his breathing heavy, chest heaving, a lump in his throat was swallowed. He meant it when he said yes. Yes to moving in, yes to your question of "Am I really your girl?" after the second round. Of course, you were his girl, you should have been his girl from the start.

Right when he first met you at practice waiting for your cousin. Right after the first date at the small roadside dinner. Right after you, he had introduced you to his parents.