Chapter 29 #3
I don’t tease this time.
I lower my head and seal my mouth over her clit, sucking hard, no preamble, no gentle licks. Just strong, pulsing suction that makes her entire body jerk like she’s been shocked. Her hips snap up. I pin them down with one forearm across her pelvis, keeping her locked in place while I devour her.
“Fuck—Hayden—!” There it is my name moaning loud from her lips.
I hum against her, vibration right on that sensitive bundle and suck even harder, pulling her clit deep into my mouth, tongue flicking fast and merciless underneath. She’s loud now, broken cries, gasps, my name over and over like a chant.
I slide two fingers inside her at once, rough, deep and curl them hard against her front wall while I keep that brutal suction on her clit. She’s so wet it’s obscene. I can hear every thrust of my fingers, every time her pussy tries to suck them back in.
“Come,” I order against her flesh. “Come right fucking now. Give me the first one.”
She shatters, her back arching off the bed, thighs clamping around my head, a raw scream tearing out of her throat as she pulses around my fingers in violent, greedy spasms. I don’t let up.
I keep sucking, harder, if anything dragging the orgasm out until she’s sobbing, oversensitive, trying to twist away.
I lift my head just long enough to growl, “One.”
Then I dive back in.
This time I focus even more ruthlessly sucking her clit in short, sharp pulls, releasing, then sucking again like I’m trying to pull the pleasure straight out of her soul. My fingers pump faster, curling relentlessly, hitting that spot that makes her legs shake uncontrollably.
“Hayden…too much…too much—”
“You can take it,” I snarl against her. “You’re going to take it and you’re going to come again. Harder. Louder. Show me how much you love being mine.”
Her hands fly to my hair, yanking hard enough to sting. I love it. I reward her by flattening my tongue and lashing her clit in rapid strokes while I suck, suck, suck, relentless, unyielding.
She breaks a second time faster, sharper screaming my name so loud I’m sure the dorm rooms close to her room can hear it. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers like a vice, gushing around them, her thighs quivering so violently I have to use my whole-body weight to keep her pinned.
I pull back just enough to watch her face, mouth open, eyes rolled back, tears streaking down her temples and I rasp, “Two.”
She’s panting, wrecked, but I’m not done.
I give her clit one long, slow lick almost gentle then seal my lips around it again and suck as hard as I can, hollowing my cheeks, pulling with steady, punishing pressure while my fingers fuck into her in short, brutal thrusts.
“Come for me one more time,” I demand, voice dark and thick. “Come so hard you forget your own name.”
She’s already trembling on the edge, thighs quaking, pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers, but I don’t let her tip over yet.
I pull my hand free in one slow drag, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness. Then I rise over her, line myself up, and push inside her in a single, deep thrust, bare, thick, stretching her wide while she’s still swollen and hypersensitive from the first two orgasms.
Her eyes snap wide, mouth falling open on a choked gasp.
“Hayden!”
I don’t give her time to adjust. I start fucking her hard, long, punishing strokes that bottom out every time. She’s so tight, so slick, so perfect around me I have to grit my teeth to keep control.
I drop my mouth to hers, kissing her rough and deep, my tongue claiming every moan she tries to give me. One hand slides up to cup her breast, I pinch her nipple between thumb and forefinger hard, twisting just enough to make her arch and cry into my mouth.
“You love it when I’m mean to these pretty tits, don’t you?” I growl against her lips. “Love it when I pinch them raw while I fuck you.”
She nods frantically, tears of pleasure streaking down her temples. “Yes…God, yes.”
I switch to the other nipple, pinching and rolling it mercilessly while I pound into her deeper, faster. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to her.
I angle my hips, so every thrust drags the head of my cock over that swollen spot inside her the one that makes her sob my name like a prayer. My free hand grips her hip, holding her exactly where I want her so I can grind against her clit with every brutal snap forward.
“Come on my cock,” I rasp into her mouth, never breaking the kiss. “Come so hard you soak me.”
She shatters.
The third orgasm rips through her like lightning, her whole-body seizing, back bowing so high only her shoulders and heels touch the mattress, inner walls clamping down on me in violent, pulsing waves.
She screams into my kiss, raw, completely undone as she floods around my cock, trembling and convulsing so hard it drags me right to the edge with her.
I keep thrusting through it, deep, relentless pinching both nipples now, twisting them in time with my hips until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, shaking apart beneath me.
Only then do I let myself go, burying deep one last time and coming hard inside her, hot pulses filling her while she flutters.
When it finally ends, we’re both wrecked, sweaty, gasping, tangled. I ease out slowly, watching the way she clenches like she doesn’t want to lose me, then collapse half on top of her, still kissing her through the aftershocks soft now, tender, swallowing her little whimpers.
I pull her into my chest, wrap around her like I’ll never let go, one hand gently soothing the reddened peaks of her breasts with slow circles.
“You did so good,” I murmur into her hair, voice softer, wrecked with awe. “Three times. Just like I wanted. You took everything I gave you.”
She laughs weak, breathless, utterly sated. “I… think you actually broke me this time.”
“Good.” I kiss her temple, then her mouth slow, lingering. “Because you’re mine to break and mine to put back together.” I pull her closer, “we will get the morning after pill for you.” Then I’m getting her on the pill, because there will be nothing between us, when I fuck my girl.
She curls tighter against me, limbs heavy, already drifting toward sleep.
“I bet your book boyfriends are nothing now?” I ask laughing, and she slaps my hand.
I chuckle low, possessive, pressing my lips to her forehead.
She’s lying beside me, skin flushed, hair tangled like it’s been fighting me all afternoon which it kind of has, and her chest is still rising and falling like she ran a damn marathon.
Best cardio I’ve had in years.
I let out a quiet laugh and tilt my head to glance at her.
“That was...” she starts, then stops, trying to find the words.
“Yeah,” I say, smirking. “You’re welcome.”
She rolls her eyes but can’t stop smiling as she buries her face into the pillow. “Cocky much?”
I stretch an arm above my head. “Don’t flatter me, I’m just getting started. We still have the whole day.”