Exam days

Some time away from daddy... We could be in the same house, but not in the same room.
We wouldn't be able to control ourselves. But the exams are over and I tease you by sleeping without clothes. You complain to me, saying that it was all unhygienic and I get offended because it was as if you wanted to say more than what was literally meant. I roll around in bed, as if I wasn't bothered and then, pressing my body against that soft mattress, breathing in and out heavily, I counter that
- I need to breathe, I'm suffocating from so many lessons! Vollege is over there, you're over here, there's nothing else I can do in this life!
And you said that if I really wanted to stop being controlled by anyone, I should study enough to stop living under your roof.
An idea that had never been attractive to me until now, but that I needed to launch to tease you again, to transform the calm and balanced man in each job... And how I hated that you treated me like just another one of your jobs. You didn't look at me like a naked girl in front of you, rubbing my pussy on the pillow you slept on every night, without me.
- Maybe I can sleep somewhere else, with others, I mean... Share a room that's more lively than this one.
I point to your cock, which has been throbbing for too long not to have already turned into pain. You call my name in a harsh tone of voice and I, in a sly tone.
- Aren't you tired of giving me more lessons?
You argue with me more and your voice is so worn out after all those cigarettes you smoke to keep yourself or better, to hold on to the man you want to be for me so much. You remind me of a house with locked doors and windows, an air stuffy enough to become heavy, dirty. Wouldn't you be filthy for letting some air come in, a little bird in the garden humming until it cums for you. I am your inexhaustible source, why don't you enjoy it? Are those books on the shelf my friends or enemies? What do they say about what we could have? Are these thinkers dusty because you've already found what you were looking for or because you don't want to waste any more time struggling for answers that can only be found by touching me?
Unfortunately, it seems to me that you have found the wrong answer or that you are wasting your time.
That fear is written all over your face as you struggle body to body on this bed. You pull the sheet to one side and I to the other, I throw the pillow in your face and in a move to turn this boring page, I grab your dick. You let out a groan of pain and I realize I grabbed you too hard, but I don't remove my hand from the spot. I ease up on the force, but I don't stop pressing, massaging. You sigh saying my name, but this time you unintentionally let your voice sympathize with your heart. You take my hand and yours is warm, unlike mine. I want you to warm me, these sheets are nothing if It's not wrapped around you.
You say that I don't know what I'm doing. You are standing up, with a very straight posture, tense shoulders, your feet, your face, everything is turning towards the door, you want to run away, but I don't want to let you go. Stay. Stay.
- Stay, whatever happens next, let it be a lesson for one of us.