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I said his name again and again until it was a chant, and he never once looked away from my face, the intensity of his onyx stare branding me from the inside out.

“I want you to come now,” he said, tone gravelly and deep. “Come all over me, Matthew.

I nodded, reaching between us to fist my overheated dick. It only took two strokes before I came apart, white ropes of cum spurting out of me like an explosion. I threw my head back, arching my neck as I moaned long and low. Even though my eyes were closed, light exploded behind my lids. Mostly out of my mind, I still managed to aim my cock up, my release splattering his stomach as he fucked me.

The scent of sex was heavy in the air, my chest slick with sweat. Aftershocks of my orgasm rolled over me again and again, prolonging my ecstasy. The muscles in his neck bulged, and his body tensed.

“Give it to me, bear,” I whispered, brushing a hand against the tattoo running down his side.

He growled just the like bear he was, and he began to twitch. Right before he could fill me up, he pulled out, his dick already starting to spurt before he grabbed it and aimed it all over my chest. His entire body shook with pleasure as he poured out all over my skin.

Through it all, he still stared, his lids just heavier now.

His breathing labored, he dropped his hand, and I reached between us to take his dick instead, milking any lingering pleasure before slipping to his balls and massaging them in my palm.

Still between my wide-spread legs, he rose to his knees. His skin glistened with sweat. The tattoos all over his arm, chest, and side seemed a little darker against his skin. His nipples were tight even though I hadn’t touched them.

Without a word, he dropped his hand onto my middle, smearing the puddle of his release all over my skin. He concentrated on this task as though it were life or death, his expression serious and intense. He rubbed it all over, across my pecs, down the center of my chest, and in circles on my abs. When I thought he was satisfied, he swirled his finger inside my belly button, marking that too.

My lips parted to say something, but his hot stare made me bite my tongue.

Grunting, he finally lifted his hand, swiping up his digits with the width of his tongue. Rumbling in satisfaction, he stared at me, and the bottom of my belly fell out.

“You look good lying there all docile and submissive beneath me,” he told me. “With my cum marking your skin.”

When he finally released me from the chokehold of his territorial stare, I dragged in a shuddering breath. It didn’t stay in my lungs long, though, because he swiped two thick fingers down the release covering his own chest and then pushed them into my well-fucked hole.

“It’s not yours,” I whined, and he smiled.

Pulling his fingers from me, he grabbed his softening dick, swiping what little was left on his tip and pushing that inside me too.

“I know you don’t like being sticky, baby. But seeing you wearing me like a second skin is seriously satisfying.”

“I’ll wear it for you, bear.”

He grunted. “Good. You’ll reek of me, and anyone who comes near you will smell me too.”

I gasped and looked toward the sound panel. “Oh my God. Did the entire campus really hear that?”

He laughed, a deep rumble that originated right from the center of his chest. “Fuck no. Like hell I’d ever let anyone hear all those perfect little whines you make and the pleading way you say my name.”

I eyed him skeptically, and he laughed.

“I am so possessive of you that I just warned off the campus and rubbed my jizz on you like body lotion. You think I would actually let anyone hear you moan?”

I relaxed into the small couch.

“Got you all riled up, though, didn’t I? Me showing off how fucking sexy you are.”

My face and neck heated.

He leaned down and kissed me. Against my lips, he said, “You are sexy, princess, and I’m greedy.”

“I love you.”

He made a soft sound and kissed me again. “I love you too.”

There was a click across the room, and he cursed, pushing away from me to go over and load up a few more songs. I stayed where I was, perusing his naked form, particularly his bare ass, which was far more toned than it had a right to be. I mean, I worked out way more than he did. After ogling that ass, I drifted down to his long legs with their dark hair that was such a contrast to my shaved ones. I loved the way it felt when our legs were tangled together.

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