{18+ COLLEGE ROMANCE COMPLETED}
What sucks more than being rejected by the girl of your dreams? Finding out afterward that she's moving in with you.
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The night that Beau Martin spends with Collins Bryant is the best one of his life. He wants to...
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WITH MY REQUEST to lift her hips, Collins more than delivered. Not only did she arch her back and tip her pussy toward me eagerly, but she also threw those hands of hers above her head in a way that pushed up her tits. She twisted her wrists and interlocked her fingers, and her position said...I'm yours. I'm ready.
I was such a lucky son of a bitch.
Not that I'd ever call my mom a bitch, but you know.
"You're giving me ideas, lying like that," I groaned.
Collins' lips twitched. "Ideas?"
Slipping my fingers out of her, I let Collins' low moan wash over me as I bent down to grab my tie off the floor.
"Earlier tonight... you liked having your hands wrapped up in this." I paused, assessing her expression. "How do you feel about it now?"
Collins considered, her eyes wild and intrigued. Wordlessly, she raised her hands, still twisted together, and presented me with her wrists.
Goddamn, this girl.
"Words, Collins," I urged, needing to hear it.
"Tie me up and fuck me, Beau," she whispered.
A rush of adrenaline spiked my bloodstream, causing my fingers to fumble as I wrapped the silky tie around her wrists. She watched with a knowing smile. Shit, she knew. She knew that even though she kept gifting me with control tonight, she was the one who had all the fucking power. I was wrapped around her finger just as tightly as she was wrapped up in my tie.
"Tying you up...done," I said, internally checking that box with satisfaction as Collins lowered her wrists back onto the bed. "Now for the fucking...."
Lowering my body over hers, I gave her a deep kiss. And just when she moaned from how my tongue stroked hers, I began to slide in. Oh, fuck. Collins gasped against my lips, tensing, and I softened my kisses.
"Relax, sweetheart."
I was such a fucking hypocrite. Here I was telling her to relax when I was hyperventilating on the inside from how wet and hot and tight she was around my cock. It was sweet torture that I never wanted to end.
"Beau," she moaned, finally melting beneath me. Into me. "Yes."
I lost it, thrusting hard and deep into that wet fucking pussy like it was made for me, and I'd finally come to claim it.
But then Collins cried out, and I stilled, waiting for her to adjust.
" Are you...all the way..." Her small voice drifted off, and she wiggled beneath me, driving me absolutely wild with her slight movements.
