“You kiss your man with tongue, Stella.” She makes a halting sound. “You’re too tall. I can’t reach.” That’s when I realize she’s straining in her kneeling position, head tipped all the way back, hands using my shoulders for leverage, just so our lips can meet. “Aw, you’re a tiny little thing, are
“I trust you,” she says again. Slowly, our foreheads touching, I let my hips drop into the cradle of hers, and this time, her eyes spark with wonder. Excitement. “I-I can’t think of a question…” I roll my hips, dragging my cock along the seam of her thinly covered pussy. “Why? Am I distracting you?
“Fuck!” My balls are in her mouth. In her curious virgin mouth. And my fucking legs are shaking. I watch down the length of my body as she goes to town on my sac, sucking the entirety of them past her lips, moaning brokenly, her hand working my cock in fast strokes. My God. Oh my God. She has no
The next day and a half are blissfully…intense. After our study session at the cove, Gage drove us home. We ordered takeout from the Chinese restaurant down the street from the apartment and we studied some more. This time, there was no kissing agreement, as much as I would have loved one, because
I’m not the only one waiting outside of the test room. Half the school is here in red and gold, our official colors. Some people even have their faces painted or hold signs with encouraging messages for Gage. When it was just the two of us studying, the pressure to help him pass was more than enoug
I squeak when my door is yanked open. There he stands, eyes on fire, muscles seething. I’m freed of the seatbelt and pulled into his arms, carried around to the rear bed of the truck. He settles me on the lowered grate, returning briefly for the blanket in the rear cab, spreading it out behind me in
“I want that, too.” I go up on my elbows, kissing his mouth. “Come back to me, Gage.” It takes a few moments of kissing his lips before they begin to soften. And then he makes a broken sound, dropping his weight fully on top of me, kissing me frantically. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You just drive me fu
“Gage,” I moan, lifting my hips beneath him, digging my heels into his buttocks. Scraping at his broad, strong back with my nails. “Can’t believe this,” he says raggedly, face contorted in pain. “You’re so fucking tiny and tight. Felt that cherry pop, baby. You shouldn’t want it dirty.” “Yes. Yes