Page 47 of Campus Daddies
After a few languid thrusts, I pull back to suck hard, teasing the bundle of nerves under his head with my tongue and teeth. Not a lot of teeth, but enough to make his hips jerk ever so slightly.
His ragged breaths have me pulling back more to stroke him with my hand.
I lay my tongue flat against the underside of him, telling him without words that I want him to use me. I can see it in him, the way he wants to control and dominate. I want that, too. I’ve onlyever had a taste, but the power he has over me in so many ways makes this all the sweeter.
“What are you asking me for with those big, innocent eyes, Sofia?”
My mouth closes around the tip of him with a slow, sucking kiss that makes him blow air through his clenched teeth.
Then, his hand is in my hair again, yanking me back and forcing me to look him in the eye. “Tell me.”
I have to take a second to catch my breath. My nipples are hard and aching against my bodice, my core swollen against my soaked panties. “I want you to fuck my face.”
The low growl emanating from him only makes me quiver with unspoken promises.
His thumb strokes my cheek before his hold on me is more solid, more controlling. “If you want me to stop, tap my thigh or hip. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Do it to confirm.”
I tap the sliver of skin exposed across his hip. Three small taps.
“Good girl. Now open up.”
My mouth barely parts before he’s shoving himself back inside. “Look at me. Don’t break eye contact.”
I hum in response around his invading cock. And fuck, he thrusts into me with long, hard strokes. It takes a minute for me to properly relax, and he pushes deeper, holding me at an angle that makes it so much easier.
I want to grab at him to anchor myself, but I don’t want him to misconstrue my touch as asking him to stop.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I watch the rough, stern features screw up with pleasure, with the effort to take without hurting me. God, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. Because he knows what he’s doing.
When he seems to rail against his own restraints, I can’t help but squirm.
“Are you going to take my cum?” Oh, fuck, his voice is commanding.
I suck in a breath and hum again.
Trevino finds a new pace, a new angle that’s not so deep but still hits the back of my throat. The sound it creates makes me press my thighs together. I’ve always loved the noises that come with good sex.
And his little grunts as I watch the pleasure unravel him above me have me moaning around him.
When his cock starts to pulse against my tongue, he pulls out enough not to choke me with it, and it’s easy to swallow down.
The only sound is our heavy breathing as his grip on me slowly loosens. And I’m surprised by the renewed desire in his Mediterranean eyes.
“On your feet.”
My entire body shivers at the command, and he has to help me up, bracing my body with his.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
His cheek brushes mine as he leans in. “It’s my turn.”
I can’t keep in the needy noise that causes, and I clutch at his shoulders with the weakness my desire causes.
