The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(91)

I had a lot of practice with this, it was my ex’s favorite thing, and I dutifully obliged whenever possible. Now, I would get to practice on someone more worthy of my efforts.

I wondered if I’d be able to fit him in my mouth entirely. There was only one way to find out. With one hand I reached up and began to stroke his shaft while the other began to fondle his sack.

I pulled him into my mouth, feeling his girth open my jaw the further I took him. He moaned in excitement as I could feel him throb as the tip of his manhood reached the back of my throat. I don’t think he’d ever had someone who was capable of taking so much of him in such a way.

I bobbed my head while covering the rest of his shaft with my hand. He didn’t last long, which I would normally consider disappointing, but this time, I took pride in my skills. His juices shot down the back of my throat, which I swallowed neatly.

He doubled over on the blanket. I could tell he was spent, but I wasn’t ready to call it a night.

I threw a leg over his abs, and he smiled excitedly as I did so. I could feel my sex dripping all over his skin. He grabbed my hips and guided them back to his pelvis.

I could feel his manhood running along the length of my slit until his head felt my entrance.

He lifted his hips and thrust himself inside my willing opening. I felt him fill me up inch by inch. He felt like a giant compared to my ex, and on the first thrust, I had lost it.

It was like my brain just clicked off and gave in to the excitement of the moment. Only once he’d gone in as far as he could did he pick me up by the hips, pulling himself out, only to lower me back on top.

I felt like a ragdoll to his whim, and I liked it. He sped up as he continued, pulling me down harder and harder with each passing thrust.

I moaned with what little energy I had remaining, and I felt another orgasm begin to swell in the pit of my stomach. It grew somewhere I’d never felt before, and as it did so, I started giving in to the pleasure.

The explosive release of orgasm took hold of me harder than any orgasm I’d felt before. It rippled through my back, and my tiny breasts, and my stomach. I wanted to scream in release, but I couldn’t find my voice, it was stolen by the moment.

Then I could feel him tense up while he was inside me, and his spurts shot straight into my welcoming sex.

I collapsed on top of him, and neither he nor I had the energy to move anymore.

“It looks like a giraffe,” he said.

I rolled off him and looked to the clouds.

“You’re full of it,” I replied.

4.

I turned my phone back on in the truck ride back to the school campus. I wondered how much I’d missed during the night of passion. Chris did little more than drive.

I missed almost twenty calls from Brad alone, along with just as many messages. I hadn’t much interest in listening to what he had to say, but I did so anyway.

Most of the messages were about how sorry he was. I wanted to forgive him, but I was still just too angry to even consider the thought. Then the last few messages had him going off the deep end, talking about how much I owed him for being in the relationship.

I just deleted anything that sounded remotely like him. Then I got a message from Tiffany.

“You’ll never guess who I slept with, Chris from the football team. God, he was so dreamy. I wonder if he’ll be free tomorrow for another round.”

I clicked off the messages.

“Did you sleep with my roommate, Tiffany, yesterday,” I asked.

“She was your roommate?”

“Yes,” I said.

“I did. I called her after practice the other day, and it sounded like she was super excited.”

I wanted to be angry at Chris, but it wasn’t as though we were dating. He even explained to me the other night that he was only here for some fun.

“Well, at least, this was a one-time thing,” I said.

“Really? After all that, you don’t want to try a second time. I really have to say that you were the best I’ve had since coming to the school.”

I blushed at the compliment, but I was still a little upset, so I kept a straight face.

“Chris, you’re just here for some fun, remember?” I snapped.

“Yeah, but fun is best when it’s shared,” he replied with a cheesy grin.

I sighed.

“Listen, Chris, this is the one and only time I’m going to sleep with you. I have more important things to do with my time than sleep with some college bonehead that’ll stick his dick in the first girl that bends over.”

“That was harsh,” he replied.

“If I don’t figure out what to do with my life, then my entire college career is going to become a pointless waste of time. I can’t be sleeping around; this is important.”

He went quiet for a moment.

“You should be a counselor because then you can yell at everyone all the time about how stupid they are and make all their decisions for them,” he said.

“You’re kidding, right?” I asked.

“I don’t see where the joke was,” he started, “you spent our entire conversation at the bar trying to figure me out. You did the same to your friend Tiffany when I met you guys at the coffee shop. I might not be the smartest person in the world, but I can tell you would be a decent counselor.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. I did like trying to figure people out, and advising them. I wondered why I’d never thought of it before.