I flip her over on the mattress, not leaving her insides, not even for a moment. She's so fucking tight I don't think I could even if I wanted to. Her virgin pussy is strangling my cock in the best of ways.

"Oh my God, Boston." She gasps as I sink all the way into her and I can't help the deep groan that leaves me. "You're so big. I don't know how you fit."

Jesus fucking Christ, me either.

I start to thrust faster feeling more and more of her wetness coat me. She's getting turned on by me stretching her, filling her, giving myself to her entirely. Our naked flesh rubbing against one another in the most intimate of ways.

She starts rocking in time with me and I smother the cries leaving her lips with my mouth. I go faster, harder, making her take me and I can hardly control myself. The animal in me is just barely contained, wanting to pound her through the fucking mattress to the bottom floor.

I make myself ease my pace and look down at her asking, "are you alright?" Her green eyes look wild, full of excitement and lust, as she nods. I sink all the way inside of her and stay there, just rolling my hips. "So fucking tight."

"So fucking big." Her features are a bit strained and I know she's right there, on the cusp of pain and pleasure. "I can't believe you're really inside of me."

Me either. I thought I would be leaving without this experience in my back pocket. You have to leave her directly after this. I'm not thinking about that right now.

I hold my body weight on my forearms and look down at her. "Touch yourself."

"What?"

"It'll help with the pain. It'll make you feel good, get you wetter." She's already wet but I want her to come for me, on me.

She looks down at the two of us and then in a panicky voice says, "Boston, there's a bit of blood."

"There's a reason why is called popping a cherry, Cherry."

"That's embarrassing." She tosses her head back, looking up at the ceiling.

"Look at me." I pause when she doesn't, stopping my movements. "Monica?"

"What?" Her eyes find mine again and I start to move again.

"Relax." I bump her nose with mine. "You're with me. Now touch yourself." I watch her hand tentatively go down and I can tell the moment she finds her clit. Her mouth makes this little 'O' as she plays with herself. "You're so sexy."

"So are you." Her hips rock with mine and her mouth widens with pleasure.

"That's it." I grab her leg and wrap my palm around the back of her knee, lifting it up. She opens up more as I do, letting me sink all the way down to the hilt. Little whimpers leave her lips as I begin pounding into her, losing my control as she starts to spasm around me. "You going to come?"

"Nnnmph, mhmm." She nods several times quickly not being able to find her words. A moan tears out of her mouth and her pussy clamps down on me, making me groan out into the room loudly. "Boston, I'm— oooohhh..." Her body tenses and tightens, shaking at the same time. With each spasm it gets harder and harder to hold back and before I even register it, my orgasm hits me, right along with hers. I moan her name before an incoherent noise leaves my mouth as I fill her, coating her insides.

Fuck. I was going to pull out. You should've pulled out. I know. I know. I knowwwww. Well, too late now.

I kiss her forehead before resting mine on hers, forgetting my inner thoughts. I can worry about that later. Right now all I want is to be wrapped up in the woman beneath me.

I slowly slip myself out of her and she lets out a small gasp. "You alright?"

"Yeah, just sore is all." I roll off of her onto my side, her twin bed barely holds the two of us.

"Well, the more we do it the less sore you'll be."

"Too bad you're leaving. Oh god—" Her face cringes.

"What?"

"Can you get me like a tissue or something and uhm," she looks down at my cock, the one currently covered in blood and cum, "you should probably get one for yourself."

Way to be a gentleman. Fuck.

I roll of of her, "yeah, sorry about that." As I'm heading to a desk that has tissues on top of it there are three solid, pointed knocks on her door. She sits up quickly, looking panicked. "It's probably just Marcella." I toss her the box of tissues before cleaning myself off. "Relax."

"It's not Marcella. She would've seen the hair tie and waited." There's three more solid knocks, as if too accentuate the point, they have me dressing at lightning speed. "Shit, Boston, I'm panicking." She whisper-shouted at my back.

"It's fine. We didn't do anything wrong. There's no reason to panic." Once I turn around I see her almost fully dressed, slipping on her t-shirt. She grabs a hair tie and throws her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head, displaying a mark on her neck, one I didn't even know I had left. Before I can tell her to put her hair back down, she goes to the door and opens it.

"I heard you were back." His voice is taught, full of irritation. "I would ask if he's here but I know he is, I heard the two of you." I want to go over and open the door more so I can smirk in that asshole's face.

"I don't know what you want me to say to that, Carter." She doesn't have to say anything.

"Hey Boston?" He shouts loudly, "how's fucking my girlfriend working out for you?" She winces at his words and I'm sure from the embarrassment he just caused her.

"Monica move." When she doesn't I rip the door open so I can stand face to face with him. "Don't know if you got the memo or not but she's not your girl anymore."

"What? You hear she's a virgin and want those bragging rights to yourself? How tight was—" I don't let him finish before punching him in the face. He surprises me by coming right back and plowing into me, tackling me into Monica's room. I take three fists to the ribs before I'm able to knee him in the gut and shove him off. He's quick, throwing a punch at me that I just dodge. The second one I'm not able to and it hits me right in the jaw.

"Stop it!" Monica cried out. "Stop!"

"You just did it?" He eyes the knocked over trash can, the tissues tainted with blood and cum. "You fucking asshole." He swings again but I calculate the move and step out of the way, using his momentum to throw him to the ground.

"Yeah, I did and it only took me two and a half weeks not three fucking years! You know why? Because she actually wanted to sleep with me, unlike you." He rolls over and kicks my legs out from underneath me, making me land hard on my ass. When he launches himself to get on top, I hear a loud throaty voice clearing itself.

"That's enough of the two of you making a fucking shit show of my daughter's dorm room." We both freeze. I watch Carter look up, he's completely horrified.

He quickly gets to his feet with, "Mr. McCaslin I uh, we were—"

"Just beating each other's asses over my daughter. I'm well aware."

Once I'm on my feet I come face to face with the man that is Monica's father. Fuuuuck me. He's my height, a touch of a bigger build, but nearly the same size as me. He's also covered in ink. He seems to be looking me over in much the same fashion.

"Carter, I'm going to need you to leave." His green eyes don't leave mine, they're the same as Monica's.

"Yes sir." He goes to leave but stops in front of a mortified Monica. "Monica, I still lov—"

"I said you need to leave, Carter. Leave." He closes his mouth and immediately exits. "You're the new guy."

I'm the new guy who just took your daughter's virginity. Please do me the favor of not looking at the trash on the ground. And for fuck's sake please don't look at the bed. I'm sure there's evidence there as well.

"You going to talk or are you just going to stand there?"

"Dad stop." Monica walks over to me. "This is my boyfriend Boston." That makes his brows raise, seemingly in amusement.

"Boston?"

"Yes sir." I finally found my fucking voice. Thank God.

"Of course you'd date a guy named Boston." He lets out a dry laugh but then looks back to me seriously. "Monica, give me and your new guy here a minute." She wraps her arms around me protectively, it's actually quite adorable but it does nothing but irritate her father ever more. "Monica..." His tone held warning.

"Let us have a chat. It's fine." She pulls away from me and glances between her father and I. "It's all good." She squeezes my hand before turning to look at her father. I don't see what face she gives him but there's a surprised look on his features. Whatever exchange they had clearly had him taken aback.

Once the door closes he rests his back against it, looking a little too casual for all the anger in his eyes. "You took my daughter out of school. On a road trip. Tattooed her skin. And from the exchange between you and Carter, you also took something much more precious from her."

Oh God no. No no no. He did not hear that. The man is going to murder me. I swallow the large lump in my throat.

"I care a lot about Monica, sir. I truly want nothing but the best for her. When I saw her with Carter I just—" hated it with everything inside of me. Thought she deserved better, deserved the world.

"When you saw her with Carter— what?"

"Honestly? I fucking hated it." He tries to hold back a smile, I can tell. "He's a douche bag that only wanted to play boyfriend so that he could—" I just shake my head because I am not finishing that.

"And you think you're better than that?"

"I know I'm better than that. I may not be the best thing for her but I treat her better than that. I don't expect her to be anything but herself. I don't want any more than what she's willing to give me."

"Is that so?"

I think back to the last two and a half weeks. "Yeah, that's a fact."

He studies me for a moment before pushing off the door. "My wife had to talk me off the ledge the entire ride here. But she made a point to press the fact that Monica doesn't do anything impulsive. Monica has always been smart, made the right choices. She's never gotten into any trouble. So for her to leave school, leave the prep-school jock behind, it had to be for someone she felt was special. You," he points a finger into my chest, "better not break her fucking heart. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir."

"She is my one and only little girl and for some reason she chose you over the safe option." He pauses for a moment as if thinking something over. "Make sure you don't fuck it up."

A/N:
Llama llama, who's here for the drama?

What'd we all think of that exchange?