Break Me, Daddy

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Again, Persia had woken up not knowing where she was. These one night stands had taken a toll on her health and general well-being, but the idea of being wanted and desired by someone, even if it is just for the night, made Persia's stomach flutter. She scanned the room, her eyes slowly adjusting to the morning sunshine, filtering through the windows. Rubbing her eyes with the palm of my hand she slid off the bed and began picking her crumpled clothes up from the floor. First day of college today, she thought. Persia raked her hair back into a ponytail and secured it with a rubber band she had found on the desk of whoever the fuck's house this was. "Morning sleepyhead," a voice said from behind Persia, causing her to jump. She quickly turned around and stared at who she had spent the night with. He had short black hair with a fringe sweeping across his left eyebrow. He wasn't too bad. Persia had definitely had a lot worse. She giggled at the thought of some of the people she let take her for a ride.  "Are you alright?" he asked, confused. "Yeah...great, what was your name again?" She enquired, feeling foolish. "Its Brandon, you had no problem remembering it when you were screaming it last night," He chuckled, grabbing Persia by the waist. Brandon then began littering Persia's neck with kisses and bites, making her pull him closer and whimper into his shoulder. She snaked a hand underneath his t shirt, in awe of his perfect physique. Gliding a hand from his perfectly ripped abs, slowly down to the button of his jeans. He let out a soft groan as her hand undid the button and she slithered her hands down into his boxers. She began rubbing his cock and delighting at how hard he was already. But before she could get on her knees he picked her up and threw her onto the bed. She giggled as he smoothly took off her trousers and panties. After a couple of minutes of passionate kissing, Brandon thrusts a finger into Persia, causing her to gasp. "Oh baby you're so wet for me," he moans under his breath. He adds another finger making Persia arch her back and send scratches down Brandon's back as he increases the speed. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, after she promised her mother she would try with college this time. "I - I have to go I have college," she stammers, struggling to speak. He sighs and pulls away. "Fine," he says, and hands Persia a crumpled piece of paper with his number on it.  "Call me," he opens the door for Persia and slaps her ass as she exits the house. Right, lets get to college.