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“Oh my Pornhub, you’re, like, really good at that,” I said. I pushed thoughts of practice makes perfect far from my mind.

“You always like to be in control, Amanda,” he said before dragging his teeth along the cheek of my ass. “I think it’s time for you to let go. Spin around.”

I did as he asked and looked down at him. Seeing Oakley on his knees in front of me was a powerful feeling. Also, from this angle, I could tell that he had ridiculously long lashes. Why did guys always get pretty lashes? It seriously wasn’t fair—

“Get out of your head, Amanda Matthews,” he ordered, lifting my left leg up and placing my thigh over his shoulder. He was eye level with my cave of wonders, and a flash of insecurity spiked through me. Did he like shaved girls? Did I have any razor bumps? Oh my God, I should have eaten some pineapple this morning. Wasn’t that supposed to make you taste good? Please kiss me. Holy son of a motherfucking—

He leaned forward and tenderly kissed me. I leaned my head back and gasped. “I could taste you forever,” he moaned while diving in. Now, Oakley was a messy eater, but he devoured pussy like a skilled target master. His tongue flicked my clit with precision and in rhythm to my bliss. His strong hands wrapped around me as he lapped me up.

I was shaking so hard he had to hold me in place. The whimpers escaping my lips were harsh and needy. I felt so close to that peak of pleasure I couldn’t handle it.

I didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed about how I arched to follow his movements. And when he pinched my clit between his demanding lips, an orgasm tore through me. It was hard and fast, bursting through every nerve ending in my body.

“Oh-oh. Oakley!” I cried out as the shocks rocked through me.

He stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. There was no mistaking the slickness coating his lips. I reached for his shirt and practically tore it off of his body. He quickly moved for his jeans and shrugged them off like a frantic man on a mission. “I can’t wait to hear you say my name when my cock is buried inside of you,” he said.

The moment his perfect body was free of clothes, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to his bedroom, kissing my neck. It felt good, to feel light and small against him. He picked me up like it was effortless.

My back hit the mattress, and he quickly pulled a condom from his nightstand. Then, he did that hot guy move where he tore open the foil with his teeth. I greedily watched as he slid it on his monster cock.

Once it was on, he pried my thighs open and stared at my cunt like it was the best damn thing he’d ever seen. “Amanda, you’re going to ruin me.”

I reached for him as he positioned himself between my legs. I looked him in the eye, grabbing his ass, guiding him inside of me. “Oh, fuckkkk,” he groaned.

Oh fuck, indeed. Oakley was fucking huge. My lips parted on a moan as I adjusted to him. “You’re so freaking big,” I choked out.

“You okay? Need me to go slow?”

“No! Hard. I want you h-hard.” I’d never been the type to demand things in bed. I was always too nervous to stumble through the motions with lackluster frat daddies to demand much of anything. But I felt safe with Oakley. I felt cherished. I felt...sexy.

Oakley didn’t waste a second. He started thrusting, pounding power in his movements. I squirmed as filthy, wet slapping sounds filled his room. We clawed at each other’s bodies, kissing, biting, crying out as our hips rolled with each hard intrusion.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “I’m not going to last.”

I squeezed him while dragging my nails down his back. I could feel another orgasm rolling through me. Building, building, building.

We both came together. His body went rigid, and my back arched off the bed. If it was possible to see stars, I did. I wasn’t thinking about calories, consequences, and college. It was just us. It was just Oakley.

Fuck. There was no way this could only happen once. I was addicted.





20





I woke up in Oakley’s bedroom for the second time this semester, only this time, I woke up in the bed, snuggled under the covers, with his arms wrapped around me. And for the second time, I was up before he was. I lay in bed with my eyes closed, savoring the moment for just a minute longer. I knew it was wrong, but it just felt too damn good.

I forced my eyes to open and gently extracted myself from the tangle of limbs and sheets. My parents’ flight was later this morning, and they liked to get there at least an hour and half early, just like the airlines recommended. I mentally calculated what time they needed to get to the airport and what time they would be leaving their hotel, factoring in breakfast. Light was already filtering in through Oakley’s window—holy shit, that window. I had to hustle to get to the hotel.

I got out of the bed as gingerly as I could, trying not to wake Oakley. I got to work collecting all of my clothes from the floor and got dressed in record time, only pausing to give the armchair a nostalgic glance. I decided to go commando since my panties were still completely soaked from last night. I draped them strategically over the chair so that Oakley would see them when he woke up.

I grabbed my purse and looked over at Oakley one last time. He was still dead to the world, snoring softly. Damn, I really envied his ability to sleep that well. Although, now that I was thinking about it, I didn’t wake up once during the night. Must have been all that extra cardio.