Page 78 of Lunar Crest University

Stepping through the doorway past her, I plop my bag down on the floor, and she closes the door behind me. Her apartment is dimly lit, with only the small lamp in the corner of the living room, and the couch is astray with pillows and two plush blankets. It looks as if she’d been cocooned there before I arrived.

“Enlighten me,” I tell her as I bring my attention back to her petite frame, still standing by the door, watching me.

She steps closer to me, and I catch the mischievous glint in her eyes as she trails her pointer finger up my stomach slowly. The tickling sensation makes my skin twitch under her touch. “Well, there’s usually romance movies, probably some crying, lots of binge eating, and maybe even some wine.”

I hum as I nod. “Is that all?”

Her finger makes its way up my chest, and her eyes follow it before she shrugs. “We could always have a pillow fight.”

I’m transfixed by the way she peers innocently up at me, her lashes practically sweeping her cheekbone as she bats them, but I don’t let it show. I simply lick my lips and try not to smirk at the way her eyes blatantly cling to the movement.

“Interesting.”

“Yeah?” she counters. She’s being a tease, and I fucking love it.

“Sounds kind of tame.” My tongue smacks against the back of my teeth as I pretend to heave a sigh. “You made it seem like I was in for a wild night.”

“Only if you’re good.”

It comes out as a whisper, and it even cracks at the end, but goddamn, if it’s not the hottest thing that has ever left her full lips. My cock jolts from the words.

“Good?” I repeat instantly.

She nods feebly, and I can already see her confidence slipping as she second-guesses herself. I refuse to allow that to happen, so with an exasperated growl, I wrap my arms around her waist as I hoist her from the ground and walk her toward the couch. Plopping her down in her cozy spot, I crawl over her as I press my lips against her neck. I can feel her pulse against my lips, the way her skin is on fire for me.

“And how do I show you I’m good?” I mumble against her throat.

As I lift my head, I see the blush dusting her cheeks.

“Don’t get shy on me now.” My hands pry open her legs as I press my abdomen in between them. “Tell me how you want me to be a good boy for you, Finley. Tell me what you want.”

She clenches her legs around my waist as I speak, and I know I’ve got her. Her cheeks somehow redden even further, and she looks like she’s on the verge of sun poisoning. She tries to duck her head from my view, but I capture her lips with mine in a swift kiss to stop her from shying away from me.

“Kiss me,” she pleads breathlessly.

“I am kissing you.”

“Not there.” Her voice is shaky as she reaches between her legs to graze over the apex of her thighs. “Here.”

My needy fucking girl.

There’s no time to waste, not with her big green eyes staring up at me expectantly and her mouth parted as she waits for me to make my move. I hastily yank the waistband of her sweats down over her curves, tugging them from her legs and discarding them on the floor before I get down on my knees in front of her.

Dipping my head down slowly, I pull her pretty pink panties to the side as my tongue slides over her, tasting just how wet she is for me.

Finley moans loudly in response to my tongue gliding over her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure as my hands grip her thighs—holding them down as they twitch under the expertise of my mouth. She tastes so fucking sweet, always does. The craving I have for her body only grows as she whines in response to the way I lap at her, encouraging me more as I push a single finger inside her. Curling it just slightly, I pump in and out of her dripping cunt.

“Such a needy girl tonight,” I rasp. “What else do you need,amor? Talk me through it. I want to hear your words.”

“Make me come,” she begs, lifting her hips and making my mouth connect with her clit once more. “More licking,fuck. Please, Luca.”

Her body writhes as my lips move with fervor over her, and her thighs shake in my hold. My cock strains in my jeans from how responsive she is to me, soaking my mustache with her arousal and clenching around my finger as she slams her head back against the cushion. Adding another finger, I smile into her pretty cunt as my name leaves her lips.

I’m slurping her swollen clit so hard, so fast, that her hands tangle in my hair to push me away, but I don’t relent, not until she’s a whimpering mess beneath me, and I’m lapping up every drop as she comes for me. She bucks into my mouth desperately as she rides my face through her orgasm, and I’m at her mercy.

Her entire body wilts as her climax subsides, breathing heavily as her chest bobs up and down. She’s dripping from my chin, and I smirk up at her, proud of my work.

“Am I a good boy now, baby?”

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