out, increasing the force but maintaining the perfect rhythm. It felt so damn good that it had me gasping for breath. I moaned as he brought me to writhing pleasure.
I couldn’t believe all the sensations I was feeling. They escalated quickly, and I felt the pressure building. When he found my G-spot, my world exploded in fireworks of pleasure. I let out a bloodcurdling yell as I climaxed in a body-quivering, mind-blowing, unbelievable orgasm. It was absolute, pure bliss, like none I’d ever felt before.
I knew at this rate, I was going to have a second, third, or fourth orgasm. He reached for his pants, pulled his wallet from his pocket, and pulled out a condom. He opened the foil and quickly rolled it down his length, then again feathered my body with passionate kisses and nibbles.
“I need you so bad,” I said. “I need you inside me right now.”
We locked in a passionate kiss as I guided his huge cock into me. My inner muscles clamped down hard around his erection. I adjusted to his length as he pressed against the walls of my womanhood, plunging deeper and deeper into me.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“So good, Art,” I said with a moan. “So fucking good. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
Art combined kissing and caressing with slow, steady penetration. It was a perfect pleasure, and I enjoyed every minute of it. As he rocked his hips against me, he continued whispering in my ear, telling me how beautiful I was. Gasping in ecstasy, I pulled at the blankets. He gripped my hips and deeply thrust into me over and over again. He was, by far, the best lover I had ever had. I had no idea where we stood in our relationship, but at that very moment, he was all mine, and I enjoyed taking everything he had to give me.
My back arched, and my toes curled. I moaned in Earth-shattering ecstasy as I climaxed again, and I heard his manly groans as he joined me.
A few minutes later, we were hot, sweaty, and out of breath, but he held me close.
“That was awesome!” I said.
“Agreed,” he said. “You’re amazing, Boss,” he said. He cuddled next to me and held me in his strong arms for an hour.
“Being with you tonight…” I said. “It was the last thing I expected.”
He smiled. “It was a delightful surprise. I was sure we’d eventually find our way to making out, but I didn’t know you’d cast such a spell over me. I needed you in every way.”
“I needed you too.”
He grinned, then looked into my eyes. “Spend the night with me.”
“What? We still have to go back and finish cleaning the bar.”
“I know, but after we get done, you can go back to the dorm with me.”
“Isn’t the guy supposed to run away as fast as he can?” I asked.
“Not this guy. Why would I run away from the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me?”
In that moment, I knew Art was nothing like anyone I’d ever dated. He was sexy and sweet and always treated me like someone special, like someone he really cared about.
After we closed up the bar, we went back to my place, as I didn’t want to spend the night in a dorm; I’d had more than my fair share of frat boys at the parties and at the bar, and I wanted to stay somewhere a little more private.
At my place, he held me tight all night, and I’d never slept so well. The whole time, he treated me like a queen.
In the morning, he even whipped up breakfast for me. It meant a lot, because I was certainly not a culinary genius like my sister Morgan. She cooked for her family all the time and made killer casseroles out of practically nothing, like the MacGyver of food. I, on the other hand, had trouble making Pop-Tarts without burning the house down.
After breakfast and laughs and smiles and kisses over our coffee, we both went straight to class.
When we arrived at Belmont, he gave me one last kiss before the class bell rang. “Have a great day,” he said.
“I don’t know how I’m gonna concentrate. I won’t be able to stop thinking about
I couldn’t believe all the sensations I was feeling. They escalated quickly, and I felt the pressure building. When he found my G-spot, my world exploded in fireworks of pleasure. I let out a bloodcurdling yell as I climaxed in a body-quivering, mind-blowing, unbelievable orgasm. It was absolute, pure bliss, like none I’d ever felt before.
I knew at this rate, I was going to have a second, third, or fourth orgasm. He reached for his pants, pulled his wallet from his pocket, and pulled out a condom. He opened the foil and quickly rolled it down his length, then again feathered my body with passionate kisses and nibbles.
“I need you so bad,” I said. “I need you inside me right now.”
We locked in a passionate kiss as I guided his huge cock into me. My inner muscles clamped down hard around his erection. I adjusted to his length as he pressed against the walls of my womanhood, plunging deeper and deeper into me.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“So good, Art,” I said with a moan. “So fucking good. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
Art combined kissing and caressing with slow, steady penetration. It was a perfect pleasure, and I enjoyed every minute of it. As he rocked his hips against me, he continued whispering in my ear, telling me how beautiful I was. Gasping in ecstasy, I pulled at the blankets. He gripped my hips and deeply thrust into me over and over again. He was, by far, the best lover I had ever had. I had no idea where we stood in our relationship, but at that very moment, he was all mine, and I enjoyed taking everything he had to give me.
My back arched, and my toes curled. I moaned in Earth-shattering ecstasy as I climaxed again, and I heard his manly groans as he joined me.
A few minutes later, we were hot, sweaty, and out of breath, but he held me close.
“That was awesome!” I said.
“Agreed,” he said. “You’re amazing, Boss,” he said. He cuddled next to me and held me in his strong arms for an hour.
“Being with you tonight…” I said. “It was the last thing I expected.”
He smiled. “It was a delightful surprise. I was sure we’d eventually find our way to making out, but I didn’t know you’d cast such a spell over me. I needed you in every way.”
“I needed you too.”
He grinned, then looked into my eyes. “Spend the night with me.”
“What? We still have to go back and finish cleaning the bar.”
“I know, but after we get done, you can go back to the dorm with me.”
“Isn’t the guy supposed to run away as fast as he can?” I asked.
“Not this guy. Why would I run away from the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me?”
In that moment, I knew Art was nothing like anyone I’d ever dated. He was sexy and sweet and always treated me like someone special, like someone he really cared about.
After we closed up the bar, we went back to my place, as I didn’t want to spend the night in a dorm; I’d had more than my fair share of frat boys at the parties and at the bar, and I wanted to stay somewhere a little more private.
At my place, he held me tight all night, and I’d never slept so well. The whole time, he treated me like a queen.
In the morning, he even whipped up breakfast for me. It meant a lot, because I was certainly not a culinary genius like my sister Morgan. She cooked for her family all the time and made killer casseroles out of practically nothing, like the MacGyver of food. I, on the other hand, had trouble making Pop-Tarts without burning the house down.
After breakfast and laughs and smiles and kisses over our coffee, we both went straight to class.
When we arrived at Belmont, he gave me one last kiss before the class bell rang. “Have a great day,” he said.
“I don’t know how I’m gonna concentrate. I won’t be able to stop thinking about
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