Page 41 of Campus Daddies

“Did you want to be?” My nails scrape over his lower back, and I’m rewarded with a low groan.

“As long as I can have you, it doesn’t matter who’s in charge.”

I laugh, which has me clamping down on him. We both moan, prodding quicker movements, sharper thrusts until he’s got a steady pace and I’m just holding on.

Orion kisses along my neck, giving me light bites that keep me semi-grounded. Because the shape of his cock means he’s naturally able to hit a spot deep inside me that has me purring.

He grumbles in my ear, “I like your nails.”

I don’t need any other direction, scoring them down the full length of his back and letting them bite into his round ass as he buries himself as deep as he can, nudging the very ends of me with the head of his cock until my toes start to curl.

“Oh, God.” I gasp against his shoulder as I hold him to me, grinding us together until my core starts to flutter.

My grip doesn’t hold him in place for long. Big swings of his hips have him thrusting into me like mad.

I’m on the brink, wavering, wanting this to last longer, but it’s been so damn long since I’ve taken a cock like this.

Because I swore Orion and I would never get here. That I’d never let him in.

But now, I can’t imagine how I’ve held this off for so long.

Those perfect blue eyes shine against his golden skin and hair, watching me, ensuring that he’s taking care of me as I slowly lose sense of myself.

Pleasure detonates in my core, bucking me up against him with a sharp cry that I cut off with the butt of my palm. I bite down, riding out the waves as Orion slows.

I whimper as my body settles under his stroking hands.

His mouth is against my ear. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet. I hope you don’t mind.”

My laughter is a bit unhinged, but do I mind? Oh, not in the least.

I answer him with a kiss before he takes that as his cue to continue having his way with me. I’m flipped onto my stomach, hips pulled up and knees spread before he plunges back into me. My groan is lost in the bedding beneath me. Smart move.

He fucks me like a man on a mission, wiping every cobweb from my pussy and then some.

I’m drowning in the pleasure of multiple orgasms by the time his hips smack my ass with short, hard taps. Orion’s breath comes in heavy waves, and the lingering aftershocks have me consciously tightening around him.

His garbled cry sends him off rhythm until he’s pressed so tightly against me, I swear he’s trying to crawl inside my pussy.

I let the pleasure pulse through me as he lowers himself over my back, planting sweet kisses along my shoulders.

“Fucking brilliant.” His words are reverent.

I have to admit, this is better than I imagined it would be with Orion. And maybe that’s the trust he finally showed me. I don’t want to be another mistake for him. I don’t want to break him down until he’s only a soulless flirt and nothing more.

Because he’s shown me otherwise, hasn’t he?

I’d underestimated him from the start.

And now…

Now, I’m rather attached, rather protective of him and us and this.

Orion slips away from me for only a minute, coming back with a warm, wet washcloth to clean me up before he slides behind me and covers us both with the strewn about covers. I fall asleep quickly, with his hand on my breast and belly, keeping me tight against his slick, hard body.

I wake up first, my face tucked against Orion’s chest. My fingers draw small shapes against the small smattering of hair between his pecs. He doesn’t have a lot, but I can’t get over how so much of him is golden.

Crawling over him to get out of bed jostles him awake, but there’s no helping it. He catches large handfuls of my curves on the way, smiling up at me in a way I can’t help but reciprocate.

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