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Sarah moaned like my cock was the sweetest thing she’d ever had in her mouth.

Fuck.

I hadn’t even known that pleasure like this existed, but I was glad that I was experiencing it.

Sarah was right.

We could discuss the future later.

Afterwards.

This was the last time Sarah would go down on me, so although I knew it wasn’t the best decision, I decided to lie back, relax and savour every second, just like she’d told me to.

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SARAH

‘Oh fuck, Sarah!’ Ben growled. ‘I… I’m going to, you should…’

I shook my head and kept going.

Ben was attempting to get me to stop because he was about to come in my mouth, but I didn’t care. If this was going to be the last time, then I wanted to haveallof him.

‘Are you sure?’ he panted.

I nodded, continuing to slide him in and out with enthusiasm.

His dick was so hard, so big and so perfect. I loved how salty his tip tasted and watching Ben’s chest heave like he could barely breathe. Seeing how much I drove him crazy was the biggest turn-on.

Ben was always prioritising my pleasure, so this time I wanted to lethimbe the first to get off.

He fucked my mouth harder.

Faster.

And I loved every second.

Ben’s body tensed, his eyes rolled back, he gripped my hair and a strangled cry shot from his lips before his hot seed spilled into my mouth.

‘Mmm,’ I groaned, satisfaction flooding my veins.

I was glad that I’d done this. Despite knowing that it wasn’t the most responsible thing to do, given what I sensed Ben planned to tell me.

When I saw his serious expression earlier, I got the feeling that he was about to say he’d be leaving.

I’d been hoping that we were fine and I’d convinced myself that he’d be staying, but when I saw his face, he didn’t even need to say the words.

Somehow I just knew.

And the truth was, I wasn’t ready to hear him say it.

I didn’t want to let him go.

So I’d cut him off. I just wanted us to have one more perfect evening together. One that I’d remember forever. And what better way to do that than by having one wild, filthy night in the library. My favourite place in the world.

Once I’d swallowed, I slid him out, wiped my mouth, then looked up.

Ben was still trying to catch his breath.