Page 58 of Bump and Run

“You better be quiet then,” I reply, drawing a line between her folds. She’s as wet as the ocean and I fight the urge to drink from her. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Eliza fights her heavy lids and her blue eyes find mine. I keep her focus on me, gently placing my fingers around her neck to keep her head up. Her pulse thumps against my palm, so fast and wild.

I slide a single finger inside of her tight pussy and her jaw drops in a silent scream.

“Don’t close your eyes,” I warn her as she blinks. “Look at me while I’m inside of you.” I hold her neck a little tighter and she grips my arm; not out of fear but because she trusts me to hold her up.

“Junior…”she moans softly.

“That’s right,” I nod, gently stroking her insides. “You’ll remember my name for the rest of your life.” I push in further to grind her clit with the heel of my hand and a tremor shakes her body. “You might even scream it by accident in another man’s bed because no matter how much you try not to, you’ll think of me while they’re inside of you. Not only am I going to fuck your brains out, Ellie… I’m going to ruin you for other men.”

A moan escapes her, almost too loud. I lay a finger over her mouth to remind her to be quiet and she takes it between her lips to suck on it.

“You’re going to come for me, Ellie,” I growl, her eyes still locked on mine. “I want to feel your snatch clamp around me.” I slide a second finger in and she bites down hard on my knuckle to keep from screaming. “Don’t make a sound as you do it. Keep it all inside.”

Eliza nods and I steal a kiss from her.

“Come,” I whisper, holding her steady. “Do it now.”

Her body answers with a hard jerk, letting go of all the tension in her as the orgasm takes over. Just like I demanded, her inner muscles twitch wildly on my fingers, squeezing me so tight it almost hurts.

She holds her breath, struggling to stay quiet. I pull her in and bury her face in my shoulder, letting her belt out a quiet scream that only we can hear.

“You’re my girl now,” I whisper in her ear. “No one else will ever touch you like I can… Remember that.”

Eliza breathes hard against me for several moments before easing back to look at me again. She nods silently, her pussy still firing a subtle pulse around my fingers.

I pull them out and stick them in my mouth to lick her off my knuckles. “Fuck, Ellie… you taste so good.”

She chuckles between breaths. “You’re not too bad either…”

I step back to lean against the wall, playing it cool and hoping she doesn’t notice the rock hard tent pooching my jeans. “Well, did that work for you?”

“Oh, yeah…”She pushes her skirt down and hops off the table. “Where did you learn to talk like that?”

“You pick up a few things in college besides degrees…” I joke.

“Well… keep studying,” she laughs. “Do you ever mean what you say? Or is it just for show…?”

I bite my inner cheek. “Did you want me to mean it?”

She hesitates. “Shit, I don’t know…”

I laugh. “Such is the power of dirty talk.”

“No kidding.” She bends over to grab her messenger bag. “I have to get to my class, but… let’s just say I owe you one.”

I scoop my own bag off the floor without looking. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me—”

She gasps, her eyes darting towards my bag. “Wait—”

My books topple out and I feel a sharp pain of embarrassment during my moment of glory. “Well, shit…”

Eliza smiles and kneels down to help me gather the papers and pens. Her eyes scan a page and she pauses. “Having trouble in geometry?”

I snatch my quiz from her, catching her by surprise. “No.”

She hands over the rest of what she has and stands up. “Sorry…”

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