She felt the heat of his green eyes on her as she fumbled with her keys. Her cheeks burned bright red as she dropped them and knelt gingerly to retrieve them, and he felt a familiar stirring deep in his belly. The door finally clicked open, and he gently nudged her inside with his palm in the small of her back.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been in a dorm room,” he said with a smirk, pulling her tight against his chest as the door closed with a thud.
“Does that bother you?” she asked softly, her dark eyes wide and staring up at him. He shook his head before pressing his mouth hard against hers. She pulled him closer and stood on her tiptoes to hungrily return his kiss.
They’d kissed before, way more than once and way more than kissed, but those few years felt like forever ago. She’d spent several nights in his bed, a girl away from home for the first time desperately trying to prove she was grown. But she had never kissed him back like this. He could feel how badly she wanted him and she was setting his world ablaze.
“Not if it doesn’t bother you that I’m old, little girl,” he said with a wink. The age difference was less than a decade but he had to admit it felt more pronounced since he hadn’t been in college for some time. He moved to sit down on the spare bed in the room. She’d been lucky enough to have a roommate move out midsemester, which had proven handy as she’d began to date after a bad breakup. He pulled her back to him, positioning her between his thighs. He kissed down the low neckline of her dress and let his fingertips explore the back of her thighs under the hemline of her skirt.
“You are the cutest girl in the entire goddamn world,” he murmured between planting sloppy kisses over her throat. He nuzzled the base of her throat , He moved his hand up her skirt until he was cupping her ass. She arched her back to spread her thighs as if it were second nature. She pulled his face up to hers, pulling him into a long, hard kiss.
“You should let me lick that sweet little pussy of yours,” he purred when he finally pulled away. She cast her eyes down and blushed again, a sweet pink spreading across her freckled cheeks, and he groaned out loud at the sight. He slipped to the floor on his knees in front of her, his hands still claiming her thighs.
“You don’t have to do that,” she mumbled, still bright red, but she lowered herself onto the edge of the bed and let him push between her legs. He took her hand and dragged kisses over her palms.
“I don’t have to. But fuck, do I want to. Let me make you cum, baby doll. You know I can. These boys aren’t making you cum like they should. You’re hungry for it. I can feel it. Let me take care of you, pretty girl,” he pleaded. He could smell how wet she was and he was absolutely intoxicated by her and the way she tasted.
“We can just have sex. I’ll fuck you,” she offered, pulling her perfect tits out of the low neck of her shirt.
“I don’t care if I get to be inside you or not tonight to be perfectly honest. I can go home and jerk it. But I want to do that thinking about you cumming pretty all over my face,” he said while rubbing his face between her large breasts.
She stammered in embarrassed protest, and he felt his cock twitch. Her dark eyes were wide and hungry, and she was blushing harder now.
“I’ll stop if that’s what you want,” he said breathlessly as he kissed her thighs, “but God, I don’t want to. You smell so fucking good when you’re wet and I have craved the way you taste for so long.” He looked up at her expectantly when his fingers reached the waistband of her lace panties. She bit her lip shyly and nodded. He slid the lace over her hips, over her thighs and toned calves, and tossed them to the side.
He looked up at her with a smirk before sliding his head under the front of her flowing skirt. He pushed her thighs apart with his chest and pressed his fingers into her hip bones. She made the most glorious choking sound as his tongue slowly spread her lips and danced over her clit. Her juices were so sweet. He’d spent a lot of time in the years he’d spent away from her fantasizing about how good she tasted when she came for him the last time, the first (and only) time he’d convinced her to sit beautifully on his face.
He moaned as she spread her legs wider, allowing him more room to manipulate her soft pussy with his mouth. He was painfully hard, his large member pressing hard against his zipper.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he growled. He slurped and flicked and fluttered over her achy clit until she was grinding against his face. She mewled and whimpered as he devoured her like she was the first meal he’d eaten in weeks. Her toes were curled, her body was tense, and he could feel her get painfully close to orgasm over and over.
The combination of her moans and the juices that now coated his chin were too much for him. He unzipped his pants and released his erection from its increasingly more uncomfortable prison.
“Please… please just fuck me,” she pleaded in a small voice when she saw his large member in his hand. He immediately rose to his feet.
“Is that what you want? You want me inside you?” he asked, pushing down his pants.
“Yes. Please. I… I need you inside me. I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please,” she begged as she bent herself over her twin sized bed with her ass in the air. She pushed her skirt up around her hips, and waved her round ass at him. Her dark eyes looked at him expectantly over her shoulder, her perfect lips in a sultry pout.
He remembered the first time he’d pushed into her, and she was so tight around his cock that it hurt him. He’d gently instructed her to put her knees to her chest to be able to take his length, just like he did each time he’d taken a girl’s virginity. He was far from her first, but he’d never have known it by the way she squirmed and whimpered when she was full of him.
He pulled a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on. She arched her back when she felt his tip pressed against her wet entrance. His fingers dug into her hip as he guided himself, achingly slowly, into her. She gasped and struggled against his width, but whimpered when he took his time not to hurt her as he pushed on further. She wasn’t as achingly tight as the first time but he knew he wouldn’t last long as she still squeezed hard around him. When he was fully sheathed inside her, he ran both hands over her lower back.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, making gentle, shallow thrusts and trying hard to keep his composure. She was still too snug around him to allow himself to have her the way he wanted and he feared hurting her if he lost control the way his brain was screaming to.
“Uh huh. You’re so big. So thick. You fill me up so good. Oh God, I’m so full. But it’s so, so good. Please.. please fuck me,” she whined, punctuating each sentence with a thrust up and down his shaft.
This was not the inexperienced, timid girl he’d brought to his bed years before. She was different, marvelously different. She was a woman who knew exactly what she was doing to him and he could feel a hunger from her that hadn’t been there any time before.
He reached around her thighs and found her clit with his fingertips. She shuddered and bucked desperately against him as his fingers began to strum over her sensitive bud.
“There we go,” he hissed when she was finally stretched around him enough to move the way he wanted. She was getting close again, he could feel it. She was delightfully wet, and he knew he wouldn’t last long if she came around him. Her neighbors had to hear her cries as she frantically rocked against him.
“Use me,” she sobbed, her orgasm finally crashing over her. That was all he could take. The sound of her begging and the feeling of her clenching around him pushed him over the edge. He was blind to anything but the way her deliriously tight, now dripping cunt felt on the end of his dick. And the sounds she was making. God, that alone was going to ruin him. Her whimpers, her breathy expletives, and uninhibited high pitched moans would play in his head all week.
“Fuck,” he roared as he exploded, unable to put it off any longer. His fingers dug hard in her hips, holding her still as he frantically pumped into her.
When he was finally sated, sensitive as he pulled out of her, he stood her up and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her forehead, “And next time, we do this in my bed.”
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