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His dick grew even harder stretching my mouth. Where the hell was all that dick going to go? I even gagged.
“You really don’t have to …. oh god, that feels nice.” Biting his lip, Declan’s eyes hooded. “Where did you learn to do that?”
I removed it from my mouth and said, “I’ve been practicing.”
His beautiful face contorted. “What?”
I laughed and placed his dick in my mouth, moving up and down.
He stopped me. “What do you mean you’ve been practicing?”
Declan had a possessive streak, which made my heart smile and my free spirit frown.
“With a banana. Lucy showed me.”
“Really?” His brows lifted. “Then she’s a good teacher.”
His dick was so big my mouth hurt, but I continued to move up and down while sucking. The head dripping pre-cum onto my tongue.
“I need to be inside you,” he said as though struggling for air.
We’d fucked for half the night. Like every night for that past week or so. Was it seven days? I couldn’t recall.
Hormones and endless orgasms had fogged my brain. At times, I couldn’t even remember my name.
It was incomprehensible but I’d become just as insatiable.
He turned me around and sucked on my neck, sending delicious sparks to my cleft.
He rubbed his dick and balls against my bum.
“I don’t want to do anal,” I said.
“I don’t go for that. I’m addicted to your tight, little creamy pussy.”
His dick entered, and he pounded into me until stars exploded and sent me flying. Our groans echoed loudly against the tiled walls.
He blew so hard I could feel his sperm gushing inside of me and the veins of his shaft pulsating against my walls.
“You’re an addiction, Theadora.” He breathed against my neck.
“So are you.” I turned to face him.
A deep searching expression shone in his eyes. Was that vulnerability peeking through? Or meseeing myself through his eyes?
The Thirsty Mariner reminded me of a maritime museum. Tankards and jugs with animated faces sat on shelves. The walls held images of fishing boats from the olden days while navigating instruments and all kinds of seafaring objects sat in glass cases.
There was a stage set in the corner with musical instruments, including a piano as old as the pub.
Justin and six others, whose names I couldn’t remember, joined me at the bar.
For someone who was more a one-on-one person, I wasn’t quite sure where to place my attention and found myself shifting from one leg to another among the loud, excitable bunch. It was my first social outing with fellow students.
After seeing Declan every night, it felt odd not seeing him. But I was becoming too attached. I needed this. To hang out with people, if only to remind myself that there was life outside of Declan’s bedroom.
My body wasn’t so convinced after that steamy bathroom scene.
