Page 74 of Campus Heat

I hissed in a breath. “I’ll screw you so hard your pussy will have a permanent imprint of my cock.”

She smiled against my lips, and in that moment, I became feral. I didn’t take her feelings into account, and I didn’t think about who could walk in on us. I just grabbed her shirt and pulled until it tore away from her body. She sucked in a breath as I took her hard nipple into my mouth and bit down slightly. Her back arched, pushing it deeper in, so I gave it a deep suck, but that wasn’t really where I wanted to be.

My erection had been begging for her heat since the pep rally, and I no longer had the patience to keep it waiting. I was physically starving for her delicious pussy and mentally I was in desperate need of her comfort. So I put her down on the floor, pulled her tight little pants down and shoved my tongue deep into her core. She writhed beneath me, moaning in delight. It was torture at its best.

“Fuck me!” she said, grabbing my head and pushing it down. “Make me come all over your cock.”

My erection liked the sound of that so much it pulsed. “Don’t you want more of this?”

“We were interrupted in the locker room, and I won’t risk that again. Take me now, Ethan. I want it now. No more waiting.”

The sound of her desperation tore me apart. As if my life depended on it, I shoved my cock all the way into her tight, wet little pussy. I went so deep that she cried out with pleasure, and that was all I needed to destroy her. Using all my strength, I slammed into her until her body shook and her legs trembled with it.

“Dear God,” she breathed as if she were begging for mercy. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t want to stop, but I was so close to exploding myself, and I didn’t know how long I’d be able to hold on.

“Elizabeth,” I whispered, desperately trying to hold back. “I need you.”

For just a moment, she stopped breathing. Her eyes locked onto mine as her hand moved down my body. I thrust wildly, trying to think of anything but her, but then she sank her sharp nails into my ass and pushed me all the way into her. There was nothing else I could do to stop myself. My entire body stiffened like a board, my toes curled, and my eyes rolled back in my head as my come shot deep into her soaking core.

“No,” I cried out, not ready for the moment to end.

Elizabeth wasn’t done with me yet, though. She put her hand on my chest and pushed me all the way back. I held on to her as I fell, and suddenly she was on top. She slipped her hand beneath my shirt as she started riding my cock. She was using it as her own personal dildo with my come being her lube. It was by far the hottest thing I had ever experienced in my life.

She lifted herself all the way up and gathered some of our mixed juices before sinking back down. She used those juices to moisten her clit so she could play with it while she fucked me like the sex doll she wanted me to be at that exact moment. I didn’t complain. How could I? It was so perfect on so many levels that I wished I could come continuously just to serve her needs.

“You don’t get to make decisions without me,” she said, her breathing growing heavier. “I own you. Don’t you ever forget that.”

To any other man, that would be an insult, but to me it was a comfort. I wanted her to own me, and I wanted her to be there for all the serious decisions I needed to make in my life.

“I’m yours,” I breathed, and she liked that. A lot.

Her chest rose and fell as her orgasm washed over her in waves. She whispered something I couldn’t understand, and then her nails bit into the skin of my chest as she cried out in pleasure. Her inner walls milked my cock until it was completely drained and utterly exhausted. And then she collapsed against me.

The silence that followed was different. The storm in my head hadn’t vanished, but it had softened enough to allow me to catch my breath.

“Why do you care so much?” I asked her again.

She lifted her head so that she could look at me. “Because you’re important to me.”

“That doesn’t explain why this stupid team means so much to you.”

“Sure it does. You care about football, it’s why you came to this college, and I care about you. So I automatically care about the team too.”

I took a moment to process that. It made sense to a degree and extent. What I didn’t get was how she could put so much effort into a team that couldn’t even do that for themselves.

“I’m one of the players who are looking into a transfer,” I admitted.

Her entire mood shifted. “When?”

“Next semester, if I can.”

She pushed herself up and moved to sit in front of me. All I could see was her back, but I could tell that I had just shattered her heart. We never labeled our relationship, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any feelings.

“I have a problem, though,” I added shyly. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“But I’ll be here and you’ll be wherever.”