Ifist my hand in my girl’s hair because I need to touch her. I need to calm myself down if I’m not going to come the moment her tongue touches my dick.
She bites her bottom lip as she undoes my jeans with clumsy fingers. It doesn’t take much for my cock to spring free, and I’m delighted when her eyes light up with almost a horrified surprise. She hasn’t seen it before, and I can already tell what she’s thinking.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make it fit,” I tell her, cupping her face and tilting her jaw up to look at me. Her nostrils flare out and her lips part. My hips instinctively press forward toward her, and she wraps her hand around the length of me. Her pretty pink nails wrapped tightly around my thick cock is an image I’ll have burned in my memory forever.
“I don’t know how…” she starts, looking up at me from under those lashes.
“You’ll be perfect,” I grind out the words, because my dick is pulsing, throbbing. I need to come, and I want it to be in her mouth or in her pussy. I just need to jerk my hips against her and know that I’m filling her with hot cum. I don’t care where it is as long as it's my girl.
She sticks her tongue out, licking up the length from base to tip, and I make a whimpering sound that should be embarrassing. It’s not because she smiles, she likes that she can do to me what no one else can.
I grip the shelves and try my hardest not to push her to give me what I need right now. I want her to go at her pace, but at the same time, I need relief. I need her.
She licks all around the tip again before she opens her lips, taking the head inside. I’m not going to last long. I’ve never had a wet mouth on my cock before, and she’s just as fucking good as I knew she would be. She sucks gently and then a little harder, trying to figure out what I like based on the sounds I’m making.
I fucking love it all. Every swipe of her tongue, every pull of her lips, I want more.
When he tilts her head back slightly, opening a little wider, giving me access to her mouth and throat, I lose it.
I take over, pushing my hips forward, letting more of my cock disappear into her mouth. It’s too big, and I don’t want to hurt her. She needs practice taking my size, but I know she’ll be able to let me fuck her throat eventually. She wants to be so good for me, and I want to feel her swallow my cock while her nose is pressed against my hip.
I speak for the first time since the mask came on, stroking her face and feeling the way the head of my cock makes her cheek bulge. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Aren’t you?” She nods, her mouth full of me and her eyes watering.
“I’m not going to last long baby, because you feel so good. Can I come in your mouth?” My girl nods without any hesitation. “Will you open your mouth for me and let me see my cum all over your tongue?” I fucking whimper as I push inside her mouth again. I’m almost there.
All it takes is her wet, pink tongue to flick across the head of my dick and it’s spasming, shooting jet after jet of sticky cum inher mouth. I grip the wood above her head so hard it cracks in my hands, and I groan for her so loudly someone on campus had to have heard me.
She’s holding my muscled thighs to keep herself steady, and only when I pull back, my cock popping out of her mouth does she obey my request.
My pretty girl licks her lips and then opens her mouth, letting me see my mess. I stroke her face and her neck that is starting to bruise. Anger flares inside of me that someone hurt her. I’m going to spend the rest of the night making her feel so good, she won’t feel any pain.
Fuck it.
My cock is hardening just looking at her wild blonde hair and glossy lips. I need to make her fully mine.
I rip my mask off and toss it because I want my mouth on her. No, I fucking need my mouth on her.
When I pull her to stand, my hands slide along her sides, her hips, her arms. It is such a tragedy that she has such a beautiful body and I only have two hands.
Finally, I lift her easily into my arms and spin her around to a shelf that I hadn’t ripped apart already. Her soft thighs wrap around my hips and my cock grinds against her panties. I know I should take this slow, but all it would take is to move that tiny, lacy fabric out of my way and I’d be buried inside of her to the hilt. I guide her backward until her shoulders meet one of the tall research shelves lining the library wall.
The towering bookcase frames her completely, and I brace one hand beside her head, the other settling on her hip.
For a second I just look at her.
Really look at her.
So many years of searching, and she’s finally here.
“You’re the other half of me, baby,” I murmur quietly, peppering kisses around her face. “The only time I feel whole is when I’m with you.”
I rock my hips forward, and we both moan at the pleasure it brings.
My hand lifts slowly, cupping the side of her face.
“I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I’minlove with you, Livingston, and I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”
My thumb brushes along her cheekbone before my hand drifts down her neck, over the soft curve of her collarbone, and across her chest until my palm rests over her rapidly beating heart. I just feel her there beneath my hand, warm and soft, her body firm in all the right ways, like she was perfectly made to fit against mine.
