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The Junior (College Years 3)

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He keeps doing it. Finger fucking me, sucking my clit. Lapping at it. Then he shifts away from it, licking me everywhere, even around his fingers, making a humming noise against my flesh that sends a jolt rushing through me.

Oh, God. That’s it. This is when I die. At night, in a tent on a beach, with Caleb’s mouth on my goods.

“Caleb….” His name falls from my lips with a keening cry, just before I buck my hips against his face. He holds me down, intensifying his efforts on one singular spot that has me coming in an instant. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, obliterating every thought in my head. All I can focus on is the ministrations of his mouth and fingers. How he clamps my hips down with his arm.

How strong he is, and how thorough. His soft, skilled mouth. His fingers.

Oh man, his fingers.

He’s kissing the inside of my thighs, rubbing his face against one, just before he lifts his head. I crack my eyes open just in time to see the grin on his face. How his lips and chin shine from my juices.

“Well?” he asks.

“Well, what?” I am way more breathless than I thought I would be. I clear my throat. Try to take a deep breath to calm my racing heart, but it doesn’t really work.

“Did you see stars?” He climbs over my body, his boxer briefs not doing much to restrain his erection. I can feel it rest against my belly, hard and insistent.

“Yes,” I breathe just as he kisses me. And it’s a dirty kiss. Full of fire and tongue and plenty of groaning on his part. As if he relishes my taste and wants to share it with me.

I kiss him just as eagerly in return, touching his face, my fingers drifting down to trace the stubble lining his jaw. It’s sharp and rough. Sexy.

Ugh, I can’t take this man. He’s too much. I’ll probably go up in flames before we’re through.

Before we’re through.

A sobering thought. One I don’t even want to contemplate right now.

“Told ya,” he says arrogantly as he swipes his tongue across my lower lip.

His cockiness is a turn-on. Caleb knows what he’s doing and it shows. “Are you bragging?”

“Yeah. I am.” He kisses me deep, ending it before we can get too carried away. “You like it though. You reap all the benefits.”

I pull him back in for another kiss, and soon we’re lost. In each other’s mouths and bodies. Hands everywhere. Cond

oms pulled out of the front pocket of his backpack, a string of them lying beside us. I help Caleb remove his boxer briefs, a selfish move on my part because all I want to do is put my hands on him. I stroke his cock, watching his face the entire time, his expression agonized as I push him to the brink, only to stop.

Grabbing a condom, I tear the wrapper off and roll it on him, dropping a wet, sloppy kiss on the head before I do so. And then I climb on top of him, slowly guiding him into my body until he’s buried deep inside.

I rise up, my hands pressed on his pecs, his cock slipping deeper. Just about as deep as he can get. Watching him, I start to move, lifting almost all the way up his length before sliding back down. The friction is unbelievably good. I’m taking my time, really enjoying the sensation of his thick erection filling me over and over. I close my eyes. Cup my breasts. Rub my nipples.

“Oh fuck.” I crack my eyes open to find Caleb watching me, his eyes glazed over. “You’re really putting on a show.”

I push my breasts together just for his benefit. “You like?”

“I fucking love.”

“Want more of a show?” I ask.

“Hell yes.”

I drop my hands from my chest and reach between us, where our bodies are connected. I touch his cock, circling around the side until I find his balls. They’re loose and warm, and I cup them. Squeeze them.

His eyelids flutter. “I like having my balls sucked.”

“Of course, you do.” I wouldn’t expect anything less.

I stroke his balls as best I can, but it’s awkward, so I give up and do what I really planned on originally.



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