“Jesus, Angel,” I groaned as her pussy tightened around my finger, and she bent over to lean against my body. When I felt her hot breath against my skin, I expected her to tell me how good that felt. Instead, she surprised the hell out of me by biting down and her pussy clamped down harder on me.
Once the final twinges of her climax ended, I felt her hand as it reached between us and stroked my cock. I placed mine over hers to stop what she was doing and waited until she looked me in the eyes. “Watching you splinter apart is all the pleasure I need.”
“What if I want the same pleasure? I want to make you come, and I also want to know if you taste as good to me as I taste to you.” Her reply had my cock straining against my boxers. The determination I saw in her gaze told me she was ready to take this step with me, and I couldn’t stop the desperate moan which crept up my throat.
While Angelica lowered herself to her knees in front of me, I slid my boxers down my legs and my cock sprang free. She looked nervous as she took in my size and glanced back up at my face. “Lick me,” I urged, wrapping her hair around my hand and guiding her mouth closer to my cock until I nudged against her plump lips.
When she leaned forward and licked the bead of pre-come from the tip, my breath hissed out of my lungs and my hand fisted tightly in her hair as I held myself as still as possible. I resisted the need to drive my hips forward to send my cock deep into her throat. This was new to her and I wanted her to enjoy it so much that she wanted to blow me all the time, just like I wanted to eat her pussy every minute of every day.
“Suck me and take as much of it as you can into your mouth,” I ordered.
She eagerly complied, opening her mouth wide and sliding down on my cock, taking a few inches into her wet heat. It felt so damn good that I didn’t know how long I’d be able to hold off from coming. When she took even more of me without gagging, I couldn’t help the involuntary jerk of my hips, driving me further inside until I was nudging the back of her throat.
“Mmm,” she hummed. The sight of her on her knees before me with her mouth wrapped around my cock and her dark eyes looking up at me was enough to have my balls tightening and a tingle running up my spine. I knew her first blowjob wasn’t going to last very long. It felt too damn good and it had been too long since I’d come with anything other than my hand.
“Slide me in and out of your mouth,” I instructed, grabbing the base of my cock to slow my impending orgasm and to make sure I didn’t fuck too deeply into her throat.
Slickened by her saliva, my cock slid between her lips smoothly as she sucked me off. Her tongue dipped into the tip of it, making me squirm each time my cock moved back inside. My strokes were leisurely, my hips pumping at a slow and steady pace while I enjoyed the feel of her mouth wrapped around me. When she lifted her gaze and her bright green eyes stared up at me, my control splintered. I grasped her head and held it in place while I thrust one final time. My cock jerked, come pouring down her throat as her mouth tightened around me. When I released my hold, she slowly slid her mouth off me and licked her lips. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever laid my eyes on, and I was even more determined to do whatever it took to ensure it was one I’d see for the rest of my life.
11
ANGELICA
As I wandered through the campus bookstore, I smoothed down the skirt I was wearing, irritated at the realization that Morgan was right. He had a habit of being right, too, and it drove me nuts. This afternoon, before he’d left the house to go back to the office after lunch, he’d suggested I go up and change outfits since I was going to come to the campus by myself. I’d deliberately picked it in the hopes of tempting him into taking my virginity, and he’d had the nerve to tell me I should change.
Of course I hadn’t switched my outfit, purely out of frustration. I was paying for it because I was damned uncomfortable being out and about in such a revealing skirt. It was why I was ignoring the sound of my cell phone as text after text came through.
“An entire month,” I mumbled to myself, thinking of all the ways Morgan had found to torture me as day after day had passed with my virginity still intact. The stubborn ass got my panties wet with just a look. He could make me come with the barest of touches. I’d touched every inch of his skin with my hands and tasted it with my lips and tongue. He’d done thesame to me, giving me too many orgasms to count. And yet, he continued to refuse to give me the ultimate relief no matter how much I begged. “Tenacious bastard.”
“Whoever he is, it sounds like his loss is my gain.” The masculine voice startled me, seemingly coming out of thin air. I swiveled my head, only to find a preppy looking college guy standing to my right.
“Pardon me?”
“I couldn’t help but notice you seem a little peeved. The way you were mumbling, I figured it had to be a boyfriend.” He paused, flashing me a cocky grin. “Maybe an ex?”
“Very much not an ex,” Morgan growled from behind me.
Oh shit.Morgan had hunted me down at the bookstore only to find me standing here while some random college guy tried to flirt with me—probably because I was kind of dressed like a slut. I turned around, and there he was, glaring over my head.
“I thought we were meeting back at the house later?” I asked, hoping to draw his attention my way before he did something stupid like punch the guy. When he lowered his gaze to glower at me, I couldn’t help but regret the shift in his focus.
“I got worried when I couldn’t reach you.” He tugged my phone from my purse, examining the screen before handing it to me. “Which is odd because it doesn’t look like the battery is dead or the ringer is turned off.”
I cringed, knowing he’d caught me ignoring him. “Yeah, about that—”
“Not here,” he cut me off, wrapping one hand around my arm and leading me out of the store and to his car which was parked illegally at the curb.
“You know what you saw in there was perfectly innocent, right?” I asked after he’d pulled out of the parking lot.
“I’m used to dealing with guys trying to flirt with you, Angel,” he growled. “But what I’m not used to dealing with is yougoing out dressed like that when I’m not with you. I’m also not accustomed to you neglecting to return my texts or calls.”
“How could you get used to it when you almost never let me out of your sight?” I grumbled.
“Look what happens when I do.”
There wasn’t much I could say in my defense, so I crossed my arms and looked out the window during the rest of the drive home.
“What about my car?” I asked as he slammed the front door behind us.
