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I stare at her, trying to figure out if this is real or if we’re acting. “Wait, that really happened? Don’t they know that we’re…”
“That we met tonight?” She shakes her head. Then her thumb swipes the tip of my dick, and it’s a struggle to stay focused.
“That’s fucking rude, Cassia.”
“They don’t care I’m your girlfriend. Or more likely, they don’t even know that I am. It’s a big campus.”
“That’s bullshit. Don’t make—fuck.”
She’s on her knees, the tip of her tongue tracing the throbbing vein on the underside. I can’t focus on anything except the wet heat of her mouth.
We can pretend to be strangers all she wants. I’m responding this way toher, to the way she’s learned exactly what drives me insane.
I’m dangerously close to coming when she pulls away and stands.
“I don’t swallow,” she tells me before pulling off her shirt.
I smirk at the lie. “Smart. Nothing in it for you.”
She steps out of her jeans, then her bra joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor. “Exactly.”
Cassia sprawls out on my bed wearing nothing except lacy underwear. She wasn’t lying about being wet. The sight of the soaked fabric clinging to the outline of her pussy is pornographic. I could get off just staring at it.
Even hotter is the way she spreads her thighs as wide as they’ll open. Wanting me to look. Practically begging for my attention.
Her hands trail up her stomach until they reach her bare breasts, pushing her tits together.
I get naked as quickly as physically possible, stroking my erection as I approach the bed. Cassia’s attention is focused on my dick like she’s never seen it before.
“Will it fit?” She bites her bottom lip, her expression purposefully suggestive as I hover over her.
I hook her knee over my hip, lining our bodies up perfectly. “We’ll make it fit, baby.”
“I was so freaked out it wouldn’t, our first time,” Cassia whispers. “I stood in that hotel shower for like twenty minutes, worried I was going to humiliate myself because I had no clue what to do.”
“I wish you’d told me,” I say, rubbing tiny circles on her thigh with my thumb.
It’s fucking with my head a little, jumping between familiarity and the façade that we’re strangers.
She breaks eye contact. “I knew you were experienced and confident and I didn’t want to be the shy, good girl.”
“I wasn’t confident that night,” I tell her. “I was fucking terrified.”
“Then you used to be a better actor.”
I scoff. “You broke character first.”
Cassia smiles, then lifts her hips. We both groan when my cock slips into the wetness gathered between them. One rock of my hips, and I’d be inside her.
“Do you have a condom?”
It takes my lust-addled brain a few seconds to figure out why she’s asking. “No.”
“I’ve never let a guy fuck me bare.” Her fingernails dig into my back. “I guess you’ll be the first.”
“I like the sound of that.” I thrust forward slowly, savoring the stretch as her tight heat spreads around me.
“Wait,” she says suddenly.
