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My cock twitches, and my mouth waters when she turns, and I catch a glimpse of how her ass looks in the plaid skirt she’s wearing.
My feet pick up the pace as I weave through the campus walkways, crowded as this is the time many afternoon classes are ending.
When I come up behind her, Phoebe’s right hand is hanging by her side as she walks. She gasps as I snag it in mine.
“When’s your next class?” I ask, casually.
Surprise sparks in Phoebe’s eyes as she looks up at me, and her cheeks fill with crimson flush. “Half an hour.”
A dark smile curls on my lips. “More than enough time. Let’s go.”
She gasps again as I make a turn, pulling her with me. “Where are we going?” she asks, her voice bright and bemused.
“My place.”
She doesn’t protest.
My lips are on hers the second we close the Ice Box door behind us. I press her up against it, my heart pounding as I feel the perky volume of her tits pressed against me. I press my palms to her hips, and greedily feel up her body, curling my grasp around her dainty waist.
“Fuck,” I growl as she drags my bottom lip between her teeth and bites down.
My grip on her tightens in response, drawing a gasp from her mouth.
That opens her lips enough for me to spear my tongue inside her. I swirl it against her tongue and rake it around the velvety inside of her lips, drinking up her intoxicating taste.
Speaking of her taste, I need to taste her pussy again. I need her wet arousal on my lips, on my tongue. Now.
I hoist her up, and she wraps her long legs around my waist. Our lips still pressing together, our tongues still tangled, I march her up the stairs and into my room.
In my room, I set up down against the wall and then drop to my knees. It’s early November, and she has on a light sweater that hugs her body. I lift up it, exposing the smooth, creamy skin of her flat belly and her cute little belly button.
I press hot kisses onto her flesh, drowning in her soapy, vanilla scent. Her hands spear into my hair and grab thick handfuls. The slightly sharp burning against my scalp feels so fucking good that my cock pulses.
But today isn’t about me getting off—it’s about her getting off.
She’s spent way too much time with a guy who didn’t know how to make it happen; to make up for that, she needs to learn that a real man can make it happy every fucking day of the week.
“We don’t have much time,” she says, the words a lament.
I’d love to take my time with her, too. Play her body like a fucking piano, make her quiver and squirm with need until she’s begging for it, draw it out for so long that when I finally give her what she wants, she feels like her body is melting.
But every once in a while, a quickie is fun, too.
I unbutton her skirt and tug it down. Then, I sink the tips of my fingers underneath the waist of her light blue panties. My fingers tingle as they graze against her skin while I drag them down. She steps out of them, and I toss the skimpy fabric carelessly behind me.
“Fuck,” I growl. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” I look up at her, feeling pride detonate in my chest at the needy look in her eyes. “I always made you wet like this, didn’t I?”
“Hunter,” she moans as I graze the tip of my finger up the length of her opening. Without breaking eye contact, I bring the wetness on my fingertip to my mouth and lick it.
I can’t believe how fucking good she tastes.
Her hips are bucking towards me, and she’s right, we don’t have a lot of time. I can’t tease her for as long as I want.
So, I dive in. Her moans are sharp yelps as I slant my tongue across her folds. Her flavor dances on my lips as I caress her sweet, glistening pussy.
I close my lips around her clit gently, and her grip in my hair tightens. Her pants grow quicker and shallower, and I can feel her whole body tightening as her climax is already building. I slide the flat of my tongue over her clit, and a heavy moan blossoms from her mouth.
“Fuck, Hunter,” she groans. “Just like that.”
