Page 87 of Campus Crush
Her hands were so much softer than mine when I jacked off.
“You can squeeze harder,” I told her, my voice hoarse.
She tightened her grip and I shuddered. “Fuck. That’s it.”
Before my brain could even come up with the words, her mouth was lowering, her lush lips placing a delicate kiss on the head. I watched her, my breath held in my chest as she looked up at me with hungry eyes. She squeezed my shaft again and precum beaded on the tip.
“Taste me.” The words were a plea.
Without breaking eye contact, she lapped up my precum with her tongue before swirling it around the head, and it took all my restraint not to come right then.
“Fuck, Baby. You’re such a good girl when you lick me like that.”
Her eyes flared, and I made a mental note that she liked praise.
“Do it again,” I begged, my voice ragged. No one had ever made me feel so close to the edge so quickly. I wasn’t sure if it was her eagerness, or knowing I got to teach her how to do it, but I couldn’t get enough of watching her explore how to pleasure me with her wicked mouth.
She licked around the head again before the warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloped me. I held myself painfully still, letting her explore as her tongue swirled around the tip before her lips tightened around me.
“Goddamn, that feels so good,” I murmured, my hand gently cupping the back of her head. “Now, take a little more.”
Without hesitation, she took more of my length into hermouth. I sucked in a breath and jolted when her teeth slid across my shaft, and she immediately pulled back, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking up at me with worried eyes.
I smiled reassuringly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s okay. I should’ve thought of that. You’ve got my head a goddamn mess right now. But I promise, you’re doing amazing. Just try to sheath your teeth with your lips.”
She tried again, this time taking me deeper without her teeth touching me.
“Fucking perfect,” I whispered, my hips involuntarily lifting slightly. Pleasure rippled up my spine. She was going to fucking wreck me. “Now, use your hand and mouth together. Whatever you can’t take in your mouth, stroke with your hand.” My voice grew more ragged with each word as she followed my instructions with such blatant enthusiasm, my barely restrained control slipped even more.
“That’s it, Baby. Just like that. Fuck, that feels so good. You don’t even know…”
But I should’ve known I wouldn’t need to direct her too much. Abby was an eager learner. Her tongue traced the length of my cock before she took me back into her mouth, her tongue sliding along the underside of my cock until I hit the back of her throat.
“F-fuckk.” My voice shook as the word escaped and I had to close my eyes, the pleasure too much. If I watched her, I’d come right this second and this felt too good to stop now.
So good, I wished I was strong enough to let her suck my cock for hours, but there was no way in hell I’d last that long.
Then she moaned as she squeezed my shaft and sucked, and I only had seconds to warn her. “Abby, Baby, I’m so fucking close.”
She pulled away and ripped her shirt over her head. Before I could even process the view, her mouth was back on me.
Holy hell, she was going to kill me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I groaned, giving her one last chance to pull back.
She did, her mouth leaving me just as I reached the point of no return. I came hard, my release spilling over her chest and bra as a guttural groan ripped from my throat. My whole body shook from the force of my orgasm.
She looked down at the mess and then back up at me, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability in her eyes.
“Sorry,” she said softly. “I should have just swallowed. That’s probably what you’re used to?—”
I cut her off, cupping her face in my hands and forcing her to look at me. “Abby, you have nothing to be sorry for. Not a damn thing. That was fucking perfect. I loved every second of it.”
And I meant it. Seeing her marked with my release was strangely satisfying, a primal claim that she was mine. I leaned down and kissed her hard, pouring all my emotion into it.
“Thank you,” I whispered against her lips. “You continue to make me feel like the luckiest guy in the whole damn world.”
