The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY.

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Three months later, I am graduating, and it feels unreal. My mom isn't here, and I don't care, because Mickey is. I extended the invitation, and when she asked me if Mickey would be there, I told her yes, he would always be there. She made me choose. Honestly, it was an easy choice to make.

I run my fingers over the engraved letters on the front of my new degree holder. It's empty, of course, but it still means a lot to me. I've accomplished something I've wanted since ... Well, since I gave my baby away to his more capable parents. All that time making up for the school I had missed while pregnant, then all that time figuring out the quickest way to become something respectable. This empty holder means I've done both. Now what?

I guess I was moving to LA to play house with my porn star boyfriend.

Everything had gone according to plan so far. I visited Mickey over spring break and it was sexy, sexy heaven. He helped me get ready for the four interviews I had managed to schedule for the six days I was there. Shortly after returning, I heard back from my second favorite, and they offered me a paid position with the schedule I wanted, and I was insanely excited. After that, it was decided. I would be moving to California.

There was quite a bit of a debate over whether or not I would be getting my own place. Needless to say, Mickey wasn't keen on having distance between us anymore. And Mickey always gets what Mickey wants, especially when it's me.

"Congratulations graduates!" The room bursts into cheers and I snap back to reality just in time to watch everyone throwing their caps into the air. I laugh, knowing they will all spend minutes trying to find theirs again, but I join in on the fun, kissing mine goodbye forever.

We file through the rows to leave. Once we're back in the room, I find Jenna and Emma. Knowing how they work, this is probably the last time I will see them. Is this when a person with the correct levels of emotional capacity feels sad? I ask myself. I wouldn't know.

"Penny! We did it!" Emma says with tears in her eyes. I guess that answers my question.

"We did! Again!" I remind them. This was our second graduation after all. Not that it was any less special than the first, but I wasn't a huge fan of the pomp and circumstance of it all.

"I can't believe it's already here!" Jenna says. She looks a little teary-eyed too. It makes me wonder if I should fake it, but I'm out of practice with that. "This is it for us. You'll be leaving for California, and we'll be here all alone."

"Then we should enjoy today," I tell her. They both smile and pull me to them. They loop their arms through either of mine and we walk outside together to find our families. Though I know it's forced, I can admit it is nice to have mandatory friends for life milestones like these.

I spot Mickey, and fight the urge to run to him. "Who's making you smile so big?" Jenna asks suspiciously. I hadn't noticed the huge grin on my face.

"Oh, shit!" Emma says. "The Adonis is here." I grin at her, just before Mickey runs over and swoops me from their grasp into his arms. I wrap my arms around his strong shoulders and bury my head in his neck. I breathe in his delicious scent.

"Congratulations, baby!" he says quietly as he squeezes me tight to his chest. "I'm so fucking proud of you!"

Damn it, Mickey, I think as my eyes start to burn with tears. Now I'm starting to understand why people cry at these things.

"Thank you," I say into his shoulder. He sets me down on the designer, black pumps he brought me from California. I have no fucking idea what brand they are, but they probably have as many zeros in the price as syllables in the long ass name I can't pronounce. "These are my friends Jenna and Emma," I introduce them.

"It's great to meet you both. I've heard so much about you," he lies with a gleaming smile. He's always so great at introductions. And fucking me. But we'll get to that.

"It's great to ..." Emma tries to say. I watch her gaze lower and stop at his crotch. Mickey is blessed. It's hard to hide his not-so-little secret in well-fitting trousers.

"Pick your jaw off the ground, Emma, damn!" Jenna jeers. "It's nice to meet you too. Finally." She shakes his hand and he gives her a laughing smile.

"Penny!" I hear my name and turn to see Greyson coming over. "I wanted to give you a hug and say congrats!" He pulls me into his arms before I can say no. It lingers a little too long to be platonic, and I pat him on the back. He pulls away and smiles as his eyes scan over my face longingly.

"Greyson," I say, pushing myself away from him. "This is my boyfriend, Michael," I introduce him while simultaneously telling him to get fucked.

Greyson's eyes widen. "Oh, hi!" He holds out a hand to shake. Mickey takes it firmly, his knuckles turning white with his grasp. "I've heard so much about you!"

I watch Mickey give him a tight smile. "I'm sure you have." His eyes practically glare holes into Greyson's poor little skull. I don't think Mickey is capable of jealousy, so this is probably just territory marking. Either way, I'm getting turned on. "And you are ... ?"

"Greyson. I worked with Penny," he answers, trying to hide him shaking out his hand.

"Great." He turns to the girls who are now surrounded by their frat boy significant others. "We'll see you all at the restaurant."

"Can't wait!" Emma exclaims. Mickey and I wave goodbye as we head for the parking garage to leave for dinner.

We walk together in comfortable silence as I enjoy the expensive clicking sound my heels make against the concrete. Mickey's fingers are laced through mine, and he has a boyish grin on his face that makes me melt. He always has to be so perfect and nice, when all I want him to do is bend me over and ...

"Are you as hungry as I am?" he asks, interrupting my train of thought.

Yes. "Can we skip dinner?"

"Skip it? Why?" he smiles. We make it to the car and I stop. I place my hands at his sides and pull him towards me. He looks down at me curiously. "What's up with you?" he asks.

I reach up and pull his face to mine, kissing him as I thank him for being as wonderful as ever. I slide my tongue against his seductively, and nibble his bottom lip softly before taking his lips again. I grind my hips against him as I reach down and tug at his belt.

He hums against my mouth. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to have to take you right here."

I love how he thinks that's a threat.

"What? Right here?" I ask demurely.

He moves his hands from my waist to my hips and begins to lift my dress up under the protective veil of my graduation gown. "Right. Here." He reaches under my dress and slides my panties down my legs ever so slowly. He kneels down and holds them as I step out, then bunches them up and slides them into his pocket. When I feel the breeze against my newly exposed skin, I shiver with excitement.

He pulls me close to him and kisses me again. His hands knead my ass, spreading me as he teases my tongue with his. I feel his erection growing beneath his tight pants.

"Hey, love birds!" Dammit!

I turn around to see Jenna hanging from her future-senator boyfriend's arm. "We're going to the restaurant now, right?"

"Yes. We'll be right there," Mickey answers for both of us. I turn and glare at him. He smirks.

He straightens my dress and opens the car door for me. I look at him unamused and huff. "Can I have my panties back then?"

"Why?" he asks coyly. He slides his hand down my stomach and rubs his fingers against my clit through the fabric of my dress. I moan quietly, knowing he'll do nothing more than tease me. "You don't need them." He takes his hand away and smiles. I climb into the car, already feeling frustrated.

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We sit at the restaurant with the cock blockers I call friends, sharing sushi and overpriced cocktails, and I feel like I am dying. Mickey slides his fingertips up and down my inner thigh, teasing me, making me so hot I want to combust. I'm seconds from running to the bathroom to finish myself off, but I want him so much more. I grab his hand under the table and slide it up higher. His fingers graze against my wetness, but he does nothing but trail it back down my leg.

When we've entertained everyone enough, we leave. We go back to the car and I ache painfully for release. I grind against my seat, knowing my panties are in his pocket. When he starts to drive, I feel every bump in the road.

I look over, watching him pretending to ignore my desire. "Mickey, I need it."

He smiles and keeps staring ahead at the road. "We only have 25 minutes until we're home."

I groan. "I can't wait 25 minutes, baby," I whine. I grab his hand and place it between my legs. I grind against his fingers, coating them in my wetness. "I need it now." He keeps looking ahead, but I feel his fingers approach my entrance. I spread my legs for him and he slides them inside me easily, coaxing them against my g-spot. I toss my head back and moan loudly. "Please," I beg him.

He removes his fingers. "25 minutes."

I huff angrily, and then reach over and unzip his fly. I can keep his erection through his pants. He wants this as much as me. I unzip him and place him in my mouth, sucking hard on the head and making him groan.

"Fuck, baby," he moans as he strokes my hair. His hands grips my shoulder suddenly. "Shit!" he says as he slams on the brakes. He leans me up back up into my seat. "This isn't safe."

"Then pull over," I order him. He chuckles as he rubs a hand over his hard cock. "Now!"

We pull into an underground parking garage and park between two large trucks in a dark corner. He pushes his seat back and pulls down his pants as I climb over to sit on his lap. I grind my ass against him and he retrieves a condom from his secret stash in the center console. The man plans ahead. I lift my gown and dress as he rolls it on. 

When it's on, I lower myself onto him, groaning as I finally feel him against my overly-sensitive walls. "Ah!" I shout as I come to a rest upon his lap.

I churn my hips before I lift myself to drop hard onto his lap, over and over. He leans his chair back and watches me look back at him, letting me do what I need to. I'm incredibly wet, but so tense around him. I already feel like I'm going to come, and I pick up pace. "Just like that, baby," he says, and I clench so hard I almost lose it.

"Fuck!" I grip the steering wheel, giving myself more leverage to go harder in the confined space. My ass makes an erotic slapping sound every time I drop onto him, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. I start to quiver. His hands slide up my lower back. He groans as I tense, and I lose it.

I shudder violently as I come, calling out as I grip his leg tightly. He growls, holding my hips as he thrusts into me roughly. I try to hold myself away from the wheel, but my strength starts to leave me. He stills suddenly and I feel his fingers dig into my hips. He moans loudly as he pushes his hand against my back, causing my breasts to push against the horn. It sounds loudly in the quiet garage.

"Shit!" we both yelp with our surprise, and then laugh at our own expense.

I lean back to lie against his chest, grinding my hips to make sure he is completely finished. He runs a hand over my stomach and up to my chin. He turns my head and smiles at me. "I love you," he says before he places a kiss against my lips. I sigh happily. His lips leave mine and he grins. "Now let's go home and really celebrate."

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