Page 92 of His Reckless Freshman

Tossing her bra to the floor, I bend down to cup and suck her breasts. I love these things. Her fingers scrape through my hair and she fists the back, moaning and arching toward me. I snake my arm around her waist, working my lips back up her body, then pulling her flush against me. Our naked skin slaps together, and holy shit, she feels good. I love her smooth skin moving against mine.

Plucking her off the floor, I carry her to my bed and lay her down. She smiles up at me as I stretch out beside her, trailing my fingertips over her skin. I find her sweet spot easily and stroke it until she’s moaning. Her fingers caress me, the tips of her nails brushing along my torso before she reaches for my rock-hard cock.

Holy fuck.

Her fingers curl around me and she starts to stroke and pump, and now we’re making each other come. It’s fucking erotic, and I’m helpless to stop this.

Sucking her breasts again—I know what she likes now—I take her to the edge while she puts my head in a tailspin. She comes with gasping moans, her body tensing just before her release. I love the way she falls apart like this, and I keep sucking her nipples as her hips arch off the bed.

Fuck, I want to be inside her.

“Please,” she whispers. “Please.”

And my body takes over, my brain shutting off as I let her pull me on top of her. I let her line us up, let myself nudge inside her. My eyes are closed and I’m lost to this moment, gently easing into her and groaning as her tight, sweet warmth wraps around me.

She feels so fucking good.

Digging her fingers into my shoulders, she whimpers yet thrusts her hips forward, taking more of me like she’s desperate for it. So I give in and slide a little farther, inching into her until I’m filling her completely.

I should ask if she’s okay.

I should check her face.

I should⁠—

“Oh my gosh, you feel amazing,” she practically cries the words, and my hips move in response. It’s automatic, instinctual, and she starts to match my rhythm. We dance on the bed together, sliding and pushing, her leg wrapping around mine as I take, take, take.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

Her lips press into my shoulder and she holds me closer, running her hands down my back, digging her fingers into me, crying out when I hit a spot that she obviously enjoys. It makes me thrust a little harder and deeper for a moment, and she starts to pant like she might come all over again.

My heart is racing, my mind lost to these epic sensations powering through me.

It’s not about this. You’re supposed to be pleasuring her, not you!

But then she moans, and I know this is as good for her as it is for me.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, turning her head and guiding my mouth to hers.

I let her boss me around. I swipe my tongue into her mouth, my hips still rocking against her as this heat inside me builds to an inferno.

You’re not even wearing a condom, dude.

Holy shit!

That thought is the first to really crack the surface, bolting through my hazy, sex-filled brain and setting off alarm bells in logic land.

Get out of her before you come!

Get out!

Oh fuck. I don’t want to leave her. She feels so fucking good …

Selfishly giving myself one last thrust, I burrow deep inside her, eliciting the sexiest groan she has ever made before forcing myself out.

I’m at the point of no return right now anyway, and the second I pull out of her, it takes me all of two strokes to start jerking into my hand.

I don’t have time to grab tissues or anything, and my cum spurts onto her stomach and chest.