Page 62 of Campus Daddies

Hand in her hair again, I keep her where I want her and fuck that perfect pussy of hers until I feel my own pleasure crest. Sucking in a slow breath, it’s time to move her on to what I have planned for her.

I have faith that she’ll be able to take it, especially given how aware I am of what she likes. Pulling out has her whimpering at me again.

Oh, yes, my sweet girl, I know how much you like getting fucked.

I don’t retreat far, spreading her cheeks and pressing the head of my cock against her ass. Her breathing comes quicker.

“Shh. Relax. Let me in.”

Sofia nods, shoulders slumping as she keeps herself in place, and I push past that tight ring of muscle, pressing into her with one slow plunge.

Her strangled cry has her tightening around me again, but I’m already in, so I just stroke my hands from her shoulders to her hips, giving her a moment to adjust before I move earnestly. Once I have her loosened up again, I lean in and nip her ear.

“We’re going to shift positions. You ready?”

She nods, a soft yes barely louder than a whisper.

I situate us both back, turning us around so that I’m using the edge of the desk for support. A wave of my hand has Barlowe stepping around the desk. He bends to pull her jeans and panties from her, freeing her legs.

Planting new kisses along her exposed flesh, I watch over her shoulder as Barlowe’s touch spreads up her thighs until he has a good grip on her. Then we hoist her in the air between us. It slides her down my cock a bit deeper because of gravity, and she responds like a queen, head back, biting back a dark moan.

“Okay, Sofia. You’re going to take his cock in your tender little pussy like a good girl. Aren’t you?”

A near-wild nod. “Yes. Yes, please.”

Barlowe grunts, nearly growling as he runs his cock through her folds. Just the first few inches has her tightening up and panting. We work slowly until she’s adjusted.

She’s got a hand gripped on us both, bracing herself as we start to move. The way she’s quivering says we’ve found something that’s going to send her in a tailspin of orgasms. I can’t help but preen at how much she enjoys herself.

It’s so much more as momentum builds.

Knight appears on my left, hand in her hair as his mouth comes down across hers. Her moans are muffled by his tongue.

Good call. It’s too easy to forget we’re in my office. That someone could walk by and hear us. But I’m so far gone for her that I’m willing to risk everything for her pleasure, to give her this moment. Right now.

I meet Barlowe’s gaze and nod. Our thrusts synchronize, and the change is immediate. Moans vibrate low in the back of her throat, needier than before.

Her muscles pulse. She twists, stiffens, and jerks as she comes for us again.

Knight retreats a few inches, stroking her cheek with a grin.

Time to change positions again.

She’s more than compliant as Barlowe sits in my chair and takes her ass. Knight steps between her thighs to fuck her sweet puss, and I clean myself up before I step forward to take her mouth.

We shift and resituate and ensure that she doesn’t cramp or get too stiff from a single position, but all three of us are determined to both fill her up and to make her come. It’s quickly becoming my new favorite pastime.

When we’ve worn her out, we lay her back against the desk and take turns standing between her thighs, pumping our own release into her.

I take her last, needing to stake that final claim on her body. Who am I kidding? I want to claim much more than just her body.

I’ll take whatever she’ll give me. Everything she gives me.

Her knees tremble against my sides, and I tuck them against me, trying to take some of the pressure and weight off. She’s exhausted but has made no complaints.

Leaning down, I bracket her in my body, holding her to me, wanting this moment to be just us, and I know she can stay with me and not let anything else in.

Sofia’s eyes are at half mast, but she’s present with me as I brush a few stray hairs off her forehead and cheek.

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