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I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back when he starts again, intensifying his caresses with his fingers. His confident movements transport me elsewhere, far from this room and the OMU campus.
"I told you I was the one who could slip into your room in the middle of the night to lick your tight pussy," he declares in an assured, husky voice in between strokes of his tongue.
I open my eyes to look at him. He's raised himself between my thighs, his erection pointing toward me. With a confidence I’m finding very powerful and comfortable, I grab it and slide my hand up and down.
"You also told me you wouldn't fuck me."
I emphasize my comeback with a rougher stroke. This time, it's him who stifles a groan, and I feel a strange joy filling me. Having this power over Player is intoxicating, to the point of making me want to go further.
"Damn, Alabama. What are you doing to me?"
I know his question is purely rhetorical, as he's fully aware of my intentions. If he wasn't already, my grip tightens around him and I increase the pace a bit, just to see what he can endure, and what he likes too.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment, but when he reopens them, his gaze is burning. I swallow hard. He lets me continue a little longer, then he takes back control.
Player lies down beside me and indicates for me to turn, spooning with him. I comply without protest, excited to know what’s coming. His erection presses against my buttocks, but I'm too focused on what his fingers are doing to think about it. He lifts my thigh to better access my intimacy, which hecaresses again and again, building the pleasure inside me until it completely overwhelms me.
My breathing catches in my throat for the entire duration of my orgasm, and when I open my eyes again, I realize that Player has turned me onto my back to watch me. The gleam of satisfaction shining in his pupils doesn't escape my notice.
I should probably feel ashamed of all the things he does to me and those he encourages me to do, yet I don't. My dignity has bowed out in the face of the star quarterback of the Jaguars.
Player seems about to get up, and I hold him back by the arm. "What about you?"
I nod toward his erection, which is far from subsiding. I swallow as I feel a spark of desire reignite within me. What am I becoming? I don't recognize myself anymore, but maybe I didn't know who I was in this area?
Player pulls me from my thoughts. "You thought I was finished with you, Alabama?"
I feel my eyes widen in surprise, immediately followed by a wave of desire that spreads through every cell in my body.
When Player resumes my "initiation", I pray that Keri decides not to come home tonight because I'm not sure I could bear the frustration of an interrupted encounter. All coherent thought vanishes from my mind when Player asks me to sit on the edge of my bed. I obey him without hesitation.
Who is this docile and eager girl?
I never would have believed I could be so... wanton. Yes, there's no other word to describe what he's making me do.
Standing in front of me, Player strokes his erection, and I watch him with a mixture of curiosity and pleasure.
"What do you want to do to me?" he asks.
I blink several times, unable to find the words, or rather, unable to say them out loud.
"Alabama."
That single word resonates like an order, and I say the first thing that comes to mind. "I want to suck you."
Player's satisfied smile accelerates my heartbeat. A small voice inside warns me that I shouldn't be so willing, so excited by this man, but it's a lost cause.
My tongue moistens my lips as Player approaches me. When his tip brushes my mouth, I can't hold back anymore, I lick him once, surprised to discover I like his taste.
The moment I take his head into my mouth, Player emits a small grunt of pleasure that reverberates through my entire being, as if we were connected. And this time, I lose control. I stop thinking completely as my tongue swirls around his tip before sliding down the length of his rigid shaft. I don't know how long this little game lasts, but Player finally says, "I don't want to come like this..."
I look up at him. His face is transformed by desire and pleasure, making him even more handsome. The more I look at him, the more he seems like he stepped right out of a Greek mythology book. Yes, he's as perfect as a god, and just as uncompromising.
He withdraws his cock from my mouth and places it between my breasts. This scene feels both strange and exciting. Watching his erection slide between my soft, pillowy orbs has something hypnotic about it.
A highly erotic spectacle that makes me even hotter.
"Touch yourself," he commands.
