He was still catching his breath when she crawled up his body like a cat with a predatory look that made his skin prickle.
“I’m not waiting five minutes. It’s my turn now.”
Before he could even answer she leaned down and took him back into her mouth, aggressive this time, using her tongue and just enough teeth to make him hiss in pain and pleasure, and his body snapped back to full attention in seconds, throbbing harder than before.
She didn’t waste a single second of it, climbing over him and hovering her wet slit right over the head while she looked down at him with that smirk.
“Let’s see if you can handle a Senior, Junior.”
She sat down hard and Wes let out a loud groan as her tight wet walls slid all the way down to his base, and she was soaked, making a loud squelching sound with every inch, and she didn’t wait for him to get comfortable, just started moving immediately, bouncing on him with a frantic rhythm while her head tossed back.
“God, you’re so thick.”
Wes grabbed her waist with his fingers digging into her skin and started thrusting up to meet every one of her descents, the bed creaking loud, the rhythm of their bodies filling the small room.
“You like that, Senior?”
“Shut up and just fuck me!” she screamed.
She leaned forward with her boobss swaying in front of his face and he reached up and grabbed them, squeezing the soft flesh while he hammered up into her from below.
She was insanely tight, clamping down on him every time he bottomed out, and he felt the edge rushing up way too fast, so instead of losing it he grabbed her hips and flipped her over in one sudden motion, pinning her face-down into the mattress.
He didn’t give her a second to breathe before he was behind her, sliding back in, and she choked out his name but it wasn’t a protest.
He started slamming into her, the sound of his hips hitting her ass like gunshots in the quiet apartment, and she buried her face in the pillow and screamed into it. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
He reached around and gripped her throat lightly, pulling her head back so he could watch her face while he wrecked her.
“I’m gonna cum!” she screamed, her body starting to shake.
“Me too,” said Wes.
He gave her three more massive soul-crushing thrusts and they collapsed together, her climax hitting like a wave while she screamed into the pillow and he followed right after, filling her deep, slumping over her back.
They stayed like that for a long time with the only sound in the room their heavy jagged breathing.
“Maybe,” she whispered with a voice barely a thread, “maybe you don’t need those five minutes after all.”
Wes laughed, tired, feeling like a king, and then she tried to roll over and settle into the covers, and something in him refused to let the night end there, because the clock on her nightstand said the sun was coming in a few hours and the midterm was coming behind it, the one thing money couldn’t solve, and he was going to ride every last minute of this one.
“Actually,” said Wes, pulling her back down by the waist before she could settle, “I think it’s my turn to decide how long we take.”
He flipped her over, pinned her wrists above her head, and went for her neck, and this time he wasn’t just fucking her, he was working.
Every trick the night had taught him came out of storage one by one, the tempo switch Colleen had used on him until he begged, slow and deep when her body braced for fast, the stop right at the edge, because he could feel her climbing and he simply quit moving, holding still inside her until she was whimpering and pushing her hips up at him.
“Please,” she gasped.
“Please what?” said Wes.
She made a frustrated sound and he went again, harder, then soft, then a grinding angle that made her toes curl, and when she was right at the edge a second time he leaned down to her ear and said it, quiet,
She came apart so fast he barely had to move, clamping down around him with a sob, and some cold little part of his brain filed that away too, that the words worked, that the words always worked.
He kept her hanging there through round after round until she was literally sobbing his name into the pillow, begging him to finish, the air thick and heavy with sweat and sex while every time she thought he was done he found a new way to make her arch her back and scream for more.
He felt a kind of power he had never dreamed of in his life.
By the time they collapsed for the final time she was a total wreck, legs twitching, skin slick, past words entirely, and she just curled into him and tucked her head under his chin while her breathing finally slowed into something deep and heavy.
Wes lay in the dark staring at her ceiling and did the math.
Less than twenty-four hours ago he had been a broke kid counting coins for a bus, one shift away from Walt’s rent speech, and now there were thousands sitting in his account and a third-year goddess wrecked and clinging to his chest like he was the only warm thing in the world.
One day.
The kid from the motel wouldn’t even recognize him.
He closed his eyes and let the exhaustion finally take him, and the exam hall melted in his dream into a place that wasn’t a lecture room.
Canvas walls flapping in the wind and cold mud under his hands and a smell like iron, and a woman he had never seen in his life was leaning over him with gray eyes, pressing both hands down hard on a wound that was pouring red through his shirt, shouting at him.
“Stay with me, stay with me”
He wanted to tell her he was fine, he was better than fine, he was rich now, but she just looked at him with those gray eyes like she had known him her whole life, and then the first gray light hit the window and the dream was gone and they were both out cold.