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He sucks slow and deep. Hard and fast. Alternating. Devouring.
I whimper, threading hands through his silky hair.
His fingers slip inside as well, moving in and out.
Oh. God. His fingers gyrate inside and against me. I cry out. How is he doing that? How is he…?
That lovely wet tongue. Those bending, strumming fingers. My core tightens around him. I writhe and moan.
His tongue plays faster and faster. His fingers move quick and nimble, as if he’s played this instrument a thousand times and knows the exact chords.
I come with an explosive release of pleasure, calling out a throaty, “God, don’t stop! Don’t stop.”
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SANDESH
Justice shakes and comes against my mouth with a sultry cry that has my cock so hard it’s painful.
She writhes and convulses and shudders. I lick and taste the most sensitive part of her, hot and warm and salty in my grateful mouth. So good. So sweet.
When she’s done, when she releases the stranglehold on my hair and the last throb and pulse dies against my tongue, with her body still sensitive and waiting, I rise.
I kiss her, long and deep. She moans at the taste of herself on my tongue, and it nearly breaks me.
With shaking fingers, I unbutton my slacks. Justice is there instantly, pulling them down and releasing my cock.
Grasping my shoulders, she jumps up and wraps her legs around me. I instinctively catch her ass as she lowers onto my cock. We moan in unison. I bury my mouth in her neck. “Justice.”
She begins to ride me.
I’m gone, so deep into her, that it takes a moment to register the sound passing overhead. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end. My system goes on alert. I stop moving, and she makes a whimpering sound, beginning to move faster. I press her back against the tree, hold her there. “That sound.”
“What?” She’s breathless and her voice is fuzzy.
But I know that sound. “Do you have drones here?”
“What? No.”
A concussive bang and flash of light ricochets through the trees, through my nerves, and I realize that somewhere on campus there’s been an explosion.
We break apart. I trip out of the trees and onto the path, zipping up my fly.
Justice follows a moment later. Dress in place, eyes wide, she grabs my elbow. “Was that an explosion?”
“Yeah. Come on.” I grab her hand and pull her toward the red glow in the distance where smoke rises into the sky.
The fire alarm sounds shrill and loud and is quickly joined by a computerized warning system telling everyone to seek shelter.
The walkway lights turn blue and begin to pulsate, and I’m trying to get her to move faster down the walkway toward the explosion, but she pulls against me, stopping me.
“This way. It’s faster.” Dropping my hand, she flicks off her heels and runs through the trees, dodging branches and leaping over roots.
I follow.
The hem of her dress held in one hand, Justice darts through the night as the well-trained soldier she is.
Adrenaline and a real fear for her and her family pounds in my chest like a boxer on a heavy bag. Still, I follow, learning the land by paying attention to her footfalls.
