Page 110 of Mud

That did sound mighty fine.“Mhmm. I think I need to be spoiled tonight.” Because of Chris, and because of the awful tomorrow that awaited me. The thought of hearing Hill’s voice had me exhausted already, and I just wanted to unwind right now. With Taland.

He didn’t hesitate. “Then let me spoil you, baby.”

He took me to his room where all his friends greeted me now. We no longer hid when we went to his chamber, no longer waited for it to be empty to climb to his room. Taland said his chamber mates were trustworthy, and so far, they had been. No professor had come to the door to take me to my room, even when I’d slept over the whole night. I’d done that at least five times in the last four months, and nobody had said a thing about it.

He left me in his room and went to the cafeteria to get us popcorn and drinks. When he came back, he took my sneakers off and turned his laptop on and put on whatever show we were currently pretending to watch.

Then he lay down with me and massaged my feet, wrapped me up in his arms—and he lasted all of four minutes before he slipped his hand under my shirt and began to play with my boob.

From there, it took him another three to get hard, hard enough to push us down on the bed until we were lying on the pillow. The show continued to play in the background—for the ghosts who pass by here,he always joked.

I still had half a bag of popcorn left, but I could eat it later. Right now, I was starving for Taland.

Slowly I raised my head and kissed the side of his neck, his jaw, all the way to his chin and up, while he moved his head lazily. When my lips met his, it always felt like thatfirst time. It always sent electric jolts down my back and woke every part of my body. Now every inch of me was perfectly alert and waiting for the mind-blowing pleasure it knew it was going to receive soon.

Taland slipped his other hand underneath my skirt—the reason why I hadn’t once worn pants when meeting with him. I liked his hands under there too much. His rings were cool against my skin, making goose bumps rise on my thighs that he chased away by rubbing me as we kissed. Then he gripped my ass, and inch by little inch, he brought his fingers between my legs.

“My naughty little Rosabel,” he said with a growl. “You’re soaking wet.”

Well, we were in bed and he had his hands all over me—what did he expect? I said nothing, just kept my eyes closed and smiled as he slowly pushed my wet panties to the side and slipped a finger inside me.

I lit up like a Christmas tree, just like that.

My back arched and a moan escaped me, and I gripped his shirt with one hand, and moved the other down to his cock. I rubbed him over his pants first as he played with me, curved his finger just like I liked until I was screaming against his lips. We didn’t keep it down now—true to his words, Taland had bought a third-degree Greenfire ward that locked in all sound from this room, so I was free to scream as much as I wanted—and, boy, was I a screamer. I never even knew.

He moved us the next second, lay down on his back and put me over him, gripped my ass with both hands and slammed me down on his hard cock. I was grinding against it already, my hands moving down to his pants as I pushed his shirt up at the same time. His skin was warm, soft, made for me. I kissed him hungrily, bit his lips like a savage,but he never stopped me or complained. He always let me have him in any way I needed.

Then he moved us again, put me on my back and fell on top of me, taking the air from my lungs. His hands were everywhere, down to my pussy and on my boobs, squeezing my neck one second and fingers digging into my thigh the next. He drove his hips forward, teasing me with his cock, rubbing against me until I screamed again.

“Fuck, I love the sound of you,” he said, then put all his weight over me, arms secured tightly around my waist, his lips on my ear, his warm breath against my skin.

“Tell me all your fantasies, sweetness. I want to know how to make you scream every time,” he whispered.

My arms squeezed around his neck as my hips rose up to meet him, our clothes still in the way. “You,” I barely choked. “Everything you do. All of it.”Hewas my fantasy—my wildest, most beautiful, eternal fantasy, and he was real.

Taland growled in my ear, then took my earlobe between his teeth and bit hard.

“Then you’ll have everything. All of me,” he said, and now I wanted to bite him, too.

“Taland,” I breathed instead, his name a prayer on my lips, and he moved us once more, rolled us over so I was on top of him again.

“Sit on my face, baby. Let me give you all of it,” he said with that devilish grin that was made out of our favorite sins, and chills rushed up and down me instantly.

There was a time when I’d been too shy to even look him in the eye when he talked about things like this, but that time was long gone.

“Yes, sir,” I now said, knowing how much he loved it when I obeyed him. He was fully in charge of us when wewere naked, and he wanted me completely submissive. I more than gladly complied. His words were my command, literally, because I knew that all he did, he did it to pleasemefirst. It was always, always about me, so it was easy to give up control. So damn rewarding.

He slapped my ass hard as I made my way up to his face with my knees on either side of his body.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, when I settled with my legs under his arms, and I held up my skirt so I could see his face between my legs.

“I need you to come on my mouth, sweetness. My sweet tooth is killing me,” he teased, kissing around my panties, on my pelvis, over the fabric.

Then he brought his hand up and slipped his finger underneath, and—holding my eyes all the while—he slowly pulled the fabric to the side and stuck out his tongue to lick my clit.

My head fell back, and I sat on him lower, needing him all the way inside me. There was no need to think or wonder how I looked or how hard I was screaming or if I was hurting him or if I was moving the way he wanted me to—he took care of all of that. With his hands on my hips, he pulled me down on his mouth as hard as he wanted, stuck his tongue inside me as deep as he could, and moved me up and down while he played with my clit until I couldn’t even tell you my name anymore.

And the sounds he let out while he ate me were my fuel. So easy to see how much he enjoyed it in the way he pulled me down and moved me, the way he moaned and devoured me without a second’s hesitation, until I lost control of my body and mind, and I exploded into a million rainbows. My head fell back, and I called out his name as he continued to move my hips against his face and playwith my clit to make the feeling last as long as it possibly could.

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