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Her breath hitched and I drew my fingers across her nipples lightly, not offering any pinches or pain, just stroked down her engorged, over sensitized flesh.

Zin came, shuddering and gushing and messy as fuck all over my cock, and I wasn’t even inside her yet. Her thighs trembled and her pretty mouth opened just wide enough that I knew if I flipped her, my dick would sink right to the back of my throat.

I knew this girl, exactly how her body worked, and I loved every inch of her.

Not letting my needs take over I kept circling my fingertips lightly around her nipples, knowing she’d come again fast from here. It only took one orgasm and she was ready to go again and again. With Zin, the key was to not stop. Her hips knew the program, still rocking on my length. I nudged my knees up, and it was an easy slide inside her tight, but swollen, drenched hole.

Her moan reverberated off my black room walls. I prayed her voice soaked into my dorm room for good, willing the echoes of her orgasm to imprint on my brain so I could hear her over again later. Her pussy walls clenched down on my again and again as I teased her nipples while her body did the rest, sliding all the waydown on my thick length until her bare pussy lips rested against my waxed balls.

“Look how well you take me,” I whispered, gently pinching her nipples. “Split open and stretched so well, like you’ll let me ruin you forever. Ride me Zin,” I begged, my ego not inflated enough to prevent my asking her to take us home.

Dozy, lust-fucked eyes framed with thick, curly lashes met mine as she nodded.

Zin followed the command I knew she wanted anyway as I held onto her nipples, milking her as she started to climax again, using my pincer grip to bring her slamming back down onto my dick. Her shattered scream choked in her throat. My balls drew up but I willed the orgasm back, and by some miracle, it worked.

“Once more,” I murmured, though I wasn’t sure she heard me.

Her thighs trembled beautifully as she rode me, her body shaking with the force of each thrust I met her with, each tremor a mini orgasm of its own. She milked my dick with her perfect hot, soaked pussy the way I milked her nipples.

When her pink tongue slipped out of her mouth, the thinnest bead of saliva dripped from the tip to land on the place where my dick met her pussy. My next thrust pushed the glossy bead inside her, and I came with a shout. Pain and pleasure mingled with the force of my climax as I filled her, pumping her with enough cum that I coated her pussy lips with a few extra thrusts.

My hands slapped down onto her hips, needing her not to clean up and keep her marked with my fluids for a while longer.

“Don’t move, sweetness,” I muttered. “Stay here with me.”

She let me wrap my arms around her, nestling into the crook of my neck like that was exactly where she was meant to be.

And for a short period, until she slithered off my body and left me aching for her again, we both knew it.

CHAPTER NINE

ZINZI

“It can come off.” The doctor freed Dex’s hand from the blue cast with a flourish. “You’re cleared. But if I see you again, I’ll inject something illegal into you.” The joking look in the medical practitioner’s eyes was only slightly humorous.

Somehow, I felt like he knew more about this situation than I did.

Dex flexed his hand and shook it out. Fresh new dark lines of ink I didn't remember being on that hand decorated his wrist. Not that fresh, because his flesh didn’t bear the telltale tinge of red that his other tattoos had when he got those fresh or kept them under plastic wrap. I frowned, but he shifted before I could make out the image on his skin.

“Thanks, Doc. Appreciate your work.”

“Hmm.” The doctor grunted and cleared him with a slip for college. “That should cover you for any assignments for another two weeks. Not that you'll need it with that brain of yours. But just in case.”

“Extra appreciation.” Dex winked, grabbed my hand with his now good one, and squeezed. “Ready to go home?”

My stomach tumble turned. “Uh?—”

He grinned and leaned in. “This is the part where you sayyes.”

Butyeshad never been a big part of my repertoire. Ask his roommates who were currently butting heads with me over the branding group project. Mind, they had Shanghaied me into their little soiree trio, so they also got to wear the consequences.

“Alright?” I smiled weakly and waved to the doctor who watched us leave with no small amount of concern on his lined face.

I was certain Dex had added several of those lines himself. I knew I had an extrasomethingfrom him. Stress. Panic. Fear.

Orgasms.

I was still in recovery mode from our last session in his bedroom where I had actually fallen asleep on his chest, even ifasleepcounted as a doze of about ten minutes. When I crept out and Dex still snored on, Falcon and his entourage were still hard at it in his room while a sweaty and disheveled looking Nelson stared fixedly at his phone in the living room.

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