Chapter 19
Present
“How much longer do you think we’re going to be here?”
Other than Trevor’s voice, the library was quiet so late at night, the only sounds were the faint hum of the overhead lights and the clack of keys as I typed on my laptop.
We were in one of the private study rooms since we’d had to use the projector earlier. Now, Trevor was sat next to me, slouched in his chair; legs stretched out under the table like he didn’t have any energy. It was just past midnight on Thursday and we were still working on our project for Davis’ class.
“I think we’re the last people in the library. Didn’t even know they were open this late,” He murmured, more to himself, while glancing around the empty library. “Are you here this late all the time?”
“Never. Because I always get my work done on time.”
He sighed at the slight dig. “Everything I gave you, that should be it. We should be able to wrap this project up already. Turn it in. Then I can focus on tomorrow night’s game. Or should I say tonight ?”
Since it was technically Friday morning.
“ Aha ,” I said, my tone implying I was anything but amused. “You should be a comedian.”
His ebony eyes narrowed on me. “What’s that look for?”
“It’s your fault we’re still here. I mean seriously, what are these designs?” I gestured at the mess of documents on my screen.
“I spent all week–”
“ Mhm .”
He sighed. “Fine. All afternoon working on them. They’re good enough.”
“No, they’re not. I want the distinction, not just the A.”
“ Right .” His tone was mocking. “I forgot I was with Little Miss Perfect.” When I didn’t give him any attention, he leaned closer, and I felt the heat of his stare burning into my cheek. But then he shrugged. “You’re just one of those.”
My hands paused from typing as I turned to him. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“All you care about is your grades and what other people think.”
I fake laughed again after picking up on his tone – realizing he was pulling my leg. “ Funny , because I don’t care what you think.
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Think I’ll start calling you Little Miss Boring from now on.”
Without hesitation, I grabbed a crumpled piece of paper and threw it at his head.
“Alright, alright! I’m sorry!” Trevor chuckled, his hands up in surrender. “Just let me know what I can do to help you. I’m done just sitting here. It’s been hours.”
“Great. You can start by redoing the whole presentation design.”
Trevor stared at me, his mouth falling open. “All of it?”
“It’s hideous.”
He scoffed. “I spent like an hour picking out the design colors to match the codes.”
“It looks like vomit,” I said flatly.
“It was a lot of work!”
“It looks like a six-year-old put that together.”
“Who cares what it looks like as long as the information’s right?”
“ I. Want. The. Distinction. Not. Just. The. A .”
Trevor looked back at me with a blank face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Nope.”
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Whatever. When are we turning it in? I’ll do it over the weekend.”
“Tomorrow afternoon is the deadline, genius. Oh, sorry – This afternoon.” I corrected sarcastically. “We’re not leaving this room until the project’s done.”
“Oh, come on, you know about the game.”
“So? That’s in the evening.”
“I got practice all day.”
“Not my problem.”
He sighed again; his frustration obvious. “I don’t know what your problem is. I’ll talk to Davis. Get us a three-day extension. It’s not a big deal. I do it all the time. Davis knows about me being Captain. She’ll understand.”
“No, she won’t–”
“You’ll even get more alone time with me.” He winked. “I know you want to.”
I opened a new window on my laptop and found the email from Davis from earlier this week, stating Trevor will not be granted an extension on this project.
“That’s what you get for acting like a big, dumb jock. And by the way, I have no interest in you.”
Trevor’s glare sent a chill down my spine.
“A big, dumb jock like me…” He repeated my words slowly, leaning forward with a deliberate intensity. “Not for someone like you, huh?”
“Exactly,” I said, keeping my voice steady even as my pulse quickened.
He sighed again, this time resting his forearms on the table and leaning closer to me. “If I’m not mistaken, I caught you looking at me during last week’s practice.”
“So?”
“So, what is it exactly that you were interested in, hm?” He asked, his voice dropping into a low, teasing drawl.
“ Not you ,” I shot back, refusing to look away.
“Your eyes are telling me something different,” He pressed, that infuriating grin still in place.
I turned back to my laptop. “Such a basic jock thing to say.”
He leaned even closer, until his body almost enveloped me. “You act all frustrated with me, but…” His breath fanned my neck and a shiver rolled down my body when I felt his mouth near the sensitive spot where my jaw met my ear. “I don’t think you’re all that mad to be stuck with me.”
His voice was lower. Smoother. Darker.
I felt it drip steadily down my body, pulsing directly where I was squeezing my thighs together.
I swallowed. “Really?”
“ Mhm .” I practically heard the hungry smirk on his lips. “Especially this late at night…”
Turning to him, our faces were so close together, it made my lips tingle. “ You’re so self-obsessed ,” I breathed out.
Without looking away, his hand found my necklace, pulling me closer as his rough fingers moved down the dainty chain. “Me? Us being the last ones in the library… You probably planned this.”
My eyes melted into his darker ones, my heart beating at a steady slow rhythm in sync with the one between my legs. His knuckles grazing down my cleavage and setting my skin on fire…
The faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead suddenly stopped. They flickered before burning out, drowning the entire library and our study room into darkness. The glow of my laptop screen was the only source of light.
I glanced up, my throat tightening. “What the hell?”
“Guess we know what time they close now,” Trevor murmured.
I stood, crossing to the door and trying the handle. Stuck. When I pushed, nothing happened. I pushed harder, but it still wouldn’t budge.
“What are you doing?”
“The door’s stuck,” I said, panic creeping into my voice.
Trevor’s chair creaked as he stood, his larger frame towering over mine as he tried the door himself. “They’re electric. Automatic smart-lock for security…”
“What?”
“Looks like we’re locked in.”
“Locked in?” I repeated, my heart pounding. “How could we be locked in? There were other people here earlier.”
“Yeah. Hours ago. The janitor must’ve not seen us.”
I took a step back, trying to steady my breathing. “Okay, call someone. Call campus security… Anyone.”
He reached into his pocket, then frowned as he pulled out his phone. “No service.”
“What?” I immediately took out my phone only to see the battery was dead. “ Oh, my God… ”
“Relax. I’m sure someone will come back in the morning.”
“ Morning ?”
“What? Are you scared you’re stuck here with me?”
I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze in the faint glow of the laptop. “Of course not.”
“Really?” Trevor’s voice had that… Edge back. He stepped closer. “Because you seem pretty tense.”
I turned away, pacing to the far side of the room. “I’m not scared of you, Trevor. If anything, you should be scared of me.”
He chuckled darkly, and the sound made my stomach twist in a way I didn’t want to admit. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yes. Because if we’re stuck here all night, I’m going to make sure you redo that entire presentation design from scratch. And if you complain even once, I’m throwing you out the window.”
Trevor’s chest shook with a deep laugh, the sound echoing in the empty room. “You’re a real brat, you know that?”
“If I recall correctly, you seem to like that.”
I busied myself gathering the papers strewn across the table, hoping the shuffling sound would drown out the thud of my heart. But I could feel his eyes on me – hot, teasing, relentless.
“I knew you couldn’t get enough of me, but this? Bold move, Natalia.”
I shot him a glare. “Are you crazy? I didn’t do this.”
His smirk told me he knew, just enjoyed fucking with me. “Kind of convenient, don’t you think? Lights go out, door gets locked… What’s next? Should I be worried?”
I scoffed, more out of nerves than amusement. “Who knows? Maybe I’m the crazy psycho killer.”
Trevor tilted his head, his presence filling the small room even in the dim light. “If you wanted me alone with you for the night, all you had to do was ask.”
Before I could fire back, the faint glow of my laptop glitched – then died, sinking us into nothingness.
My body shut off.
I tried to steady my breathing, forcing myself to count each inhale and exhale. But each breath felt too shallow; too loud.
The darkness pressed in on me from all sides, smothering me.
I’d been okay before because there’d been some sort of light. But now?
I squeezed my eyes shut.
My chest felt tight, constricted, and the edges of my vision seemed to darken. Every sound felt like it might be something creeping closer. The void around me felt too vast, too alive. My fingers fumbled blindly on the table, searching for something – anything – to ground me.
My hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening, as though holding onto something solid could keep the weight from swallowing me whole.
It’s fine. I’m fine.
I repeated the lie in my head, over and over, trying to convince myself. But I couldn’t quiet the blood roaring in my ears.
“Hey.”
I flinched at the sound, not answering. Frowning, my eyes pressed closed harder. I didn’t trust my voice not to betray me.
“Don’t worry. We saved the documents.” His voice cut through the suffocating stillness, steady and calm, a lifeline in the storm building inside me. “Natalia?” His voice was lower this time; closer.
The air shifted, the faint sound of his movement reaching me.
He was close – too close.
I could feel his presence even without opening my eyes to see him, the warmth of his body brushing against the cold void around me. His hand found the small of my back, his touch steady, yet unnervingly intimate as he pulled the side of my body into him.
“Breathe,” He murmured, his tone softer still.
I wanted to snap at him. To push him away. But I couldn’t summon the words. His touch wasn’t frightening like the dark – it was safe, a weight that kept me grounded.
“Just breathe. You’re okay.”
I did.
And I was.
Several moments passed as I managed to ease the frown off my face and slowly open my eyes. My shoulders dropped along with my heartbeat when I could see clearly around me, since my eyes had adjusted to the dark.
Then my heartbeat skyrocketed when I remembered Trevor was touching me. Holding me. Grounding me.
He hadn’t moved away. He’d leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne clouding my thoughts.
“Are you scared of the dark, Natalia?” His murmur was low enough to send liquid fire through my veins, his breath warm against my temple.
I didn’t answer; couldn’t.
A low chuckle. “Baby, you’re worried about the wrong thing.”
The silence after his words was suffocating.
I glanced up, meeting his onyx eyes. The darkness in the room, compared to the abyss of his irises, now seemed so much lighter.
“You should be more scared of who’s standing next to you.” His words hung between us. Heavy. Loaded.
I swallowed hard, my thoughts spinning in every direction, yet all of them centering him. The warmth of his touch on my lower back, as he pressed me into his hard abdomen, seeped into me, a crystal contrast to the cold fear clawing at the corners of my mind.
The anxiety didn’t vanish – it still curled in my stomach, sharp and insistent – but the weight of it lifted, just slightly. Just enough .
“ Are you…” His hand left my lower back, instead sliding up my spine, and leaving goosebumps behind. “Scared of me, amai ?”
My heart thundered in my chest as I let out a shaky breath. “I’m scared of what might happen…”
“Between us?” He pressed, his rough hand reaching my shoulder and dragging across my collarbone before sliding up and wrapping around my throat in a dominating hold. “When no one’s watching?”
His grip squeezed my throat, forcing me to press my thighs together.
My gaze dropped to his mouth. “Yeah…”
An amused breath left him, fanning across my parted lips. “Baby, it’s been happening.”
His mouth pressed against mine in a possessive, slow, wet kiss that made my knees weak and my panties drenched. His lips parted mine, kissing me deeper . His tongue swiped against mine and fireworks exploded behind my eyes.
I matched his rhythm, following his lead. Bringing my hands up and setting them on the sides of his neck, I pressed my soft body against his rock-hard one.
A whimper left me when Trevor’s hand moved into my hair, fisting it messily. My hands settled on his muscular chest before lowering all the way to his belt, then back up, under his white T-shirt.
My heart dropped like a weight between my thighs when I felt his muscles. The defined outline of his six-pack driving me insane. I wanted to ride them .
We both groaned into the kiss, falling deeper .
It was everything I’d dreamed my first kiss to be like.
It was… Perfect .
We moved together, the way I saw people in movies. So in sync and in touch with the other… My head was buzzing. And my entire body was alive .
I gasped in his mouth when his rough palms rounded my thighs and he lifted me up, propping my ass on the desk.
“This is wrong…” With his grip on my neck gone, I managed to pull away from the kiss, only for him to rest his forehead against mine. “Our families…” No matter how far back I leaned away from him, he followed. “We shouldn’t…” My back already hit the table when I realized my mistake. Trevor was on top of me, his body between my legs.
“ Nothing ,” He enunciated, “Will stop me from taking you.”
He caught my bottom lip between his, kissing me with a sweet pull, and making me forget about anything except us in that moment. My hands slid up, holding onto the back of his neck, my acrylics scratching his nape.
A masculine growl left his chest as he pulled away slightly, his mouth finding my neck. My back arched into him as he bit the sensitive spot under my ear, and in response I clawed at his back, my sharp nails pulling at his varsity jacket. Without breaking the kiss, Trevor took it off.
The moment his mouth found my cleavage, he pulled my tiny, white sweater up, freeing my breasts. His gaze burned me there as they bounced from his rough movements. Then, his mouth closed around my diamond peak – hot, wet tongue swiping over it – while his palm massaged my other breast – squeezing, molding . My hands found his neck again, holding him close as a moan climbed up my throat. I was burning alive from the pleasure.
He sucked hard, his teeth tugging on my nipple as he pulled away, before releasing my breast with a pop.
He moved to my other, repeating.
Then he was massaging both, going back and forth.
My nails dug into his shoulders. “ Trevor …”
“What’s wrong, amai ? Can’t take it?”
Oh, God…
I was in way over my head.
He was going to swallow me whole and leave me wanting more forever .
“I’m going to need you to be louder for me, baby. I can’t hear you.”
His rough hands traveled down my body, finding my pink mini-skirt. They fisted around the material, hiking it up around my waist.
Out of instinct and nervousness, I pressed my legs together, closing his access. “ Trevor … This is crazy …”
A high-pitched whimper escaped my parted lips when he forced his hand between my thighs and cupped my center under my thong; an erotic, sensual sound I didn’t even know myself capable of escaped from my mouth.
One of Trevor’s hands squeezed around my throat again as he bent over, his lips inches away from mine as he spoke through gritted teeth. “I tear through anything that stands in my way.”
When his thumb pressed against my clit, my legs parted on their own accord, inviting him in. He began moving in circles, making me see stars.
“If anyone tries getting between us, they’ll be nothing but a warning.”
The built-up tension multiplied by the milli-second, my orgasm building up so incredibly fast I could feel my eyes burning.
I didn’t think it possible, but his onyx eyes, so scary and sinful, darkened. “ Mark my fucking words .”
My head dropped back, my back arching as my orgasm exploded inside me, ripping through my veins until I felt it in every single one of my nerve endings.
A soft scream broke free from my chest when he pushed two of his fingers inside me and curled them. A completely new orgasm clawed out from under my skin, making me run my nails across his back, threatening to rip his white T-shirt.
“That’s it, baby… Ride it out…”
I rode the waves, rolling my hips into his hand which felt perfect against my skin. Despite the slight pain from the unexpected intrusion, it touched something dark inside me, only making me hungry for more – needing him deeper .
My head was spinning. I barely registered when Trevor began moving down my body, leaving butterfly kisses across my tummy.
I placed my hands between my legs, hiding myself from him. Parting my lips, I let out the low groan of a soft protest. “ Nuh-uh …”
Trevor’s intense gaze found mine; rough fingers fisting the thin band of my thong. “ I wasn’t asking. ”
“You’re not thinking straight…”
“I’ve never been clearer about anything else before in my life.” His voice left no room for argument. “The only one who can stop me is you .”
My body shut down before lighting up with the force of a million sparks.
“Am I clear?” Trevor’s eyes dipped to my lips when I licked them, before going back up to my eyes.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me so I can see this pretty pussy. I want to eat.”
I should have said stop , put my clothes back on properly, and tried to find a way out.
I opened my legs as wide as I could for him.
Trevor pressed his face between my legs, inhaling deeply before a masculine groan of approval growled in his chest. “ Incluso tu cono huele dulce …”
I’d picked up enough Spanish over the years to be able to know exactly what Trevor had just said to me. And although probably not his intention for me to understand, it only made me wetter.
So much so, I could hear it in the way he was feasting on my pussy.
Hungry. Messy. Loud. Rough.
But slow . In the best way possible.
Until I was aching for more so bad, I was squirming underneath him, rolling my hips like I was going to lose my mind if he didn’t make me come.
Using his hands, he pulled me apart before pushing his tongue inside me. Deep .
“ Oh, my God… ” That was all it took for me to shatter around him again, for the third time in less than fifteen minutes.
When I was done with my high, he pulled away and slapped my ass, making me laugh softly and close my legs.
Trevor’s eyes were so intense as he watched me, his hands going to the back of his neck as he pulled his T-shirt off. I moved my arms above my head, the heat of his stare touching my breasts while his hands worked on undoing his belt.
Neither dared to break eye contact – not even when he pulled his jeans and boxers down. I forced myself to wait a couple of seconds, drowning in his abyss eyes before licking my lips and glancing down.
My eyes widened. I felt the blush on my face intensify as I took in his size. My thighs pressed together in both anticipation and fear.
A breath escaped me, “ It’s not going to fit .”
Trevor’s hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking its length. “I’ll make it fit.”
The assurance in his voice eased my anxiety. “Yeah?”
He smirked. “I’m clean. I’ve never fucked a woman without wrapping before.”
“Same.” I gulped the half-lie down. I’d never fucked – period . I gasped when I felt the head of his cock slide between my folds; hot and hard. “Can you go slow? Please?”
He smirked again, rubbing a rough palm over my soft stomach. “I know I’m a big guy, Natalia. But I’ve got you ready enough to take me.”
I took a deep breath, trying to relax. How gentle could a guy like him really be? Did that even matter if it was my first time? Would it hurt no matter how easy he went on me?
But he kept his eyes on me. Until he saw the hidden nervousness in my eyes, that he’d felt radiating off me.
Trevor leaned back over me, his hard chest pressing against my soft breasts. His hands cupped my face. “I promise to go slow so you get used to my size.”
The conviction with which he spoke was so clear, I knew he’d keep his word.
I nodded softly.
He smiled. “I was going to, anyways.”
I smiled too. “Yeah?”
“ Mhm …” His smile turned into a smirk as he leaned in to kiss my neck. “I want to enjoy this.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my consent clear.
His hands flowed down my waist, grabbing my hips firmly as he pushed slowly into me.
A small hiss escaped me. My nails dug into him. My legs tensed.
I moved one hand to the back of his head, holding him close so he couldn’t pull away and look at me.
Maybe I should’ve told him this was my first time.
Or maybe my sexual history wasn’t anyone’s business but my own.
“Just relax…” He murmured, laying a kiss on my neck, his rough hands stroking my thighs.
It hurt.
But at the same time, there was an ache inside me that needed him more. Deeper . Needed him to stretch me. Needed him as deep inside me as he could go. I wanted him so bad I couldn’t think straight.
I wanted him to keep going. I was craving it.
“Let me in, baby. You can take it,” Trevor spoke against my ear in a deep rasp, still stroking slowly inside me.
I allowed myself to get lost in the moment. To enjoy how good he felt inside me, and holding me, despite the slight discomfort. My body and mind melted into him.
I felt him stroke in deeper with more ease.
“ Fuck , that’s it…” Trevor didn’t get faster. But he did get rougher. Which blew my mind since he was still moving insanely slow inside me. But his strokes were deeper – more powerful yet slow at the same time. “There you go, baby. Let me in.”
While one of his hands still held my hips in place, the other was tangled up in my hair, his grip possessive. His muscles flexed and bulging with unreleased tension. His mouth on my neck, hungry.
With one last roll of his hips, I felt the head of his cock hit my limit. Shock waves exploded in my core before spreading through the rest of my body. My back arched into Trevor, threatening to take him deeper as a strangled scream of pleasure was pulled straight from my throat.
He was incredibly deep inside me.
So much so, my muscles spasmed.
My body twitched. Everything felt too much… Too intense.
I shuddered around him; a violent, sudden orgasm ripping through me silently.
As soon as it was over, the embarrassment flooded in. I’d come so hard and he’d barely moved inside me. Was there a rule for how long you had to hold out? I couldn’t have even if I wanted to…
“ Fuck, ” Trevor groaned into my hair.
I felt my face heat up. “I’m sorry–”
“I almost came inside you, amai ,” He growled; his deep, raspy voice muffled into my neck.
My lips parted with shock and relief, though nothing came out except, “ Oh… ”
He chuckled darkly. And it was in that moment I realized it must’ve sounded like I was disappointed he couldn’t go longer.
“That’s not what I–”
Trevor’s palm covered my mouth. It was rough and restrictive. But we both felt it when my pussy clenched around his hard length in arousal.
“ Shh ,” Trevor whispered in my ear, cutting off my whimpers.
Not even a second later, a white light flashed above him. Glancing at the wall to the side, I caught the small circle of light moving around.
My eyes widened.
A flashlight .
The janitor, or librarian, or security must have come back to check no one was still here.
Fear invaded my chest at being caught like this. The bottom half of the study room was solid wall, while the top half was glass. Thankfully, the wall part was high enough to cover the table and us, especially from whoever it was, being on the other side of the library. Regardless, there was a safety in knowing Trevor’s body fully covered my own.
“I’m going to need you to be quiet,” He grunted in my ear, switching the angle while rolling his hips into me and making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
My pulse spiked. How could he still keep going, when there was someone –
“Because if he even hears a fucking whimper from you, I’ll cut off his ears before I kill him.”
I clawed at his back, feeling myself squeeze around him like a vice, while wetness slipped out of me and down to my ass. We both felt the drenched mess of my twisted arousal.
“You like that, huh?” Trevor teased me, lowering his hand from my mouth to my throat; the other still fisting my hair.
When I opened my eyes again, the small light was gone.
Abyss all around, yet it held nothing to the all-consuming darkness in Trevor’s eyes.
He picked up the pace, something depraved snarking its way to the surface of his skin, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“You like seeing me get all deranged for you?”
I must’ve been deranged too because fuck if I didn’t.
“Lose my fucking mind over you?”
“ Oh, my God, Trevor …” I slapped my hands to the side of his face in passion and desire, pulling his face closer to mine. “ Yes… ”
“Is the pain gone, amai ?” He slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock was still inside me. “Does it feel good now?”
“ Mhmm ,” I moaned, too gone to say anything else.
“Yes?” He pressed, almost like he needed to hear me say it.
“Yes–”
He cut me off, turning my moan into a gasp, when he rolled his hips harder and hit my limit again.
Then he did it again.
And again.
Until I was a whimpering mess, holding onto him for dear life as he pumped in and out of me with merciless strokes.
“Trevor…” I managed to get out. “I think I’m gonna–”
He switched the angle, hitting a spot inside me I didn’t even know I had.
Fireworks exploded in my core, shooting all the way to my brain. I saw stars before my eyes rolled, my head falling back and my body arching into him.
I came so hard, and for so long, and he didn’t stop. Not until I was shuddering beneath him in the aftermath of my orgasm.
Trevor’s lips captured mine in a slow kiss as he gently pulled out of me. When the heaviness of his cock settled on my tummy, I was finally able to breathe again. Blinking lazily, I finally opened my eyes, only to be met by his midnight-black ones.
The air in the room turned static and I felt my body burn and buzz, longing for him. He watched me silently, his eyes taking in every detail of my face before dropping to my lips when I licked them and bit my bottom one.
My hands had dropped to his shoulders. My eyes fluttered, lowering until my gaze landed on his still-hard cock. I frowned. “You didn’t…”
His eyes darkened. “Did you want me to come inside you, amai ?”
My lips parted but no words came out.
“Cause we can do this again. All night, baby. I’ll pump you full of my cum. Until I’ll be dripping out of you for days.”
“ Trevor …” I shuddered, feeling his erection get even heavier on my tummy. “ No way . I’m not on the pill.”
He hid his smirk by leaning in to kiss my neck. “That’s too bad.”
While one of my hands found his nape again, my other traveled down between our bodies until I was holding his heavy weight in my palm. “Still think I could help you with that, though.”
My hands came up to his muscular chest as I pushed him off me.
A low breath of amusement escaped him. “Yeah?”
I slowly slipped off the desk, and he pulled my body into his; his hold rough on my throat as his mouth took mine.
“ Mhm ,” I hummed in agreement, working him in my hand. “What would you like?”
“I want you to take me down your throat. Think you could do that?”
I smiled against his lips, before lowering to my knees in front of him. Looking up at Trevor, I pouted my lips on his tip.
“ Damn .” His hand fisted my hair.
I sucked on the head slowly, tasting his pre-cum, then closed my eyes and moaned as I took him deeper into my mouth.
The faint taste of metal touched my tongue, and my eyes rounded, remembering who I was and what I’d done.
I’d never liked the dark.
But in that moment, I couldn’t have been gladder for it.
I pulled away, releasing Trevor’s painfully hard cock with a pop, before using both my hands on him; making sure to wrap around all the way to his base.
“ Goddamn, Natalia …” He cupped my face in one of his hands while the other remained tangled in my hair.
I took him into my mouth again, sucking on the tip.
“ Fuck ,” He groaned, tension rolling through his muscles. “You know exactly what I like, baby.”
I licked, sucked and swallowed until I was sure there’d be no more of my blood on him.
“Can I come in your mouth, amai ?”
I pulled away with a slurp, lightly slapping his length on my tongue before dropping my hands completely and staying like that.
A moment passed before he understood, and his hands cupped my face again, stroking gently.
“If it gets too much, tap my leg.”
I hummed in agreement, my tongue still out and the head of his cock pressing against my top lip.
That was my last warning before he deep-throated me.
He was big.
I gagged.
I breathed hard when he pulled out.
Then he was fucking my mouth in fast, long thrusts, until I could feel my throat constricting.
I gagged again when he went deeper.
The second time, he snarled – a deep masculine growl sounded in his chest when he cupped the back of my head in his hand, pulling me in as he pushed deep inside my throat. And stayed there.
I swallowed out of instinct, over and over again, as he came in my mouth. My neck bobbed with swallow after swallow while simultaneously gagging on his huge length and the cum spilling down my throat.
The silent, dark room filled with both of our labored breathing.
He pulled out of my mouth slowly, making sure to stop and use his photographic memory when the head of his cock pressed into my swollen lips.
With his palm still cupping my face, he stroked my cheek with his thumb. I leaned into the touch.
“Damn. If I knew you’d be this sweet, I would’ve fucked you sooner.”
I recoiled back.
Before I could slap his hand away, he gripped my chin.
Then he leaned down to my level and kissed me so deep and slow , forcing his tongue into my mouth – confusing me.
“What I meant is ,” With his grip on my neck still, he pulled me up to my feet. “I always get what I want.” He fisted the hem of my mini-skirt, pulling it down – to cover my ass – before doing the same with my top, covering my breasts. “And right now…” His hands settled on my waist, holding me close. “That’s you .”