Page 118 of Shadow

I swallowed hard as she reached out and wrapped her hand around my dick. I hissed out a trembling breath as she slowly jerked me.

“Fuck,” I rasped, trying to get my wits about me. “S-Sirena…I-I won’t last. Please…”

She said nothing. Instead, she stared up at me and gave me a coy smile before shifting forward. I groaned softly as she ran her tongue up my shaft.

I’d never in my life had an issue with coming too soon, but she had a way of making me want to explode.

“Y-You’re the only one,” I choked out as she did it again, “who has ever m-made me struggle this way.”

She paused what she was doing and gave me that sweet, innocent look that had me breathing faster.

Then that was it.

She moved forward and sucked my cock deep into her mouth.

The groan I let out was probably heard in the dorms across campus.

I lost it. Sanity completely left my mind as I tangled my fingers in her long black waves and moved her along my dick how I liked.

And she took it all, my cock hitting the back of her throat without an ounce of protest from her. Any girl I’d ever done this with before would gag and complain. I’d relent and take the mediocre head because mediocre head was better than no head.

Not my cupcake, though.

She sucked me perfectly.

“Fuck,” I moaned, jutting my hips upward, my restraint fraying. I was always a gentleman. Always the nice guy.

With her, I just wanted to be a monster.

Her monster.

I wasn’t going to last. I did everything within my power to hold out, short of punching myself in the face, but it was no use.

I came with a low groan, definitely within a timeframe to be made fun of, forcing her deep onto my pulsing cock. Her nails dug into my thighs as I unloaded deep in her throat. I had my fingers threaded so tightly in her hair, I knew I had to be hurting her.

I loosened my hold as I came down, my body trembling and my breathing uneven.

Oh god, if she swallows me, I’m done for…

She moved off my dick and swallowed.

“Fuck, cupcake,” I said thickly, my heart pounding. “Baby…”

She stared up at me with her big, colorful eyes. I let out a shaky breath and cradled her cheek.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to.” Worry flooded my veins.Fucking idiot. I was too rough. Too fast. Too fucking me.

The way she looked at me… I memorized everything about the moment, embedding it deeply into my mind: her soft, parted lips, the way her eyes glimmered, how her hands trembled, and the strap on her nightie falling off her creamy shoulder.

She met me halfway and pressed her lips to mine. I dragged her onto my lap, letting her straddle me as I gripped her pert little ass.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I rasped out between fevered kisses, “but fuck, cupcake, I want to do some fucked-up shit to you.”

She ground her lace-clad pussy against my bare cock, making me breathe harder.

“I-I don’t want to come again,” I managed to choke out. “Fuck, you make me insane.”

She continued to rock against me. I needed to be in control, or this would end faster than the first time she ever touched me intimately.

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