It had been recently waxed, was soft as silk, and her center oozed her yearning for him. He licked the moisture away as she writhed, gasping and moaning. His tongue danced against her clit.
He could tell what she wanted, so he dove right in; no messing around, no teasing. He devoured her sex like a starving man. She was squirming under his mouth, bucking, writhing so hard that he had to press his forearm across her hips to keep her where he wanted her. Which only drove her wild.
“Ohmygod! You’re an animal!” Crystal shrieked.
He growled at her as he drove two fingers inside her tight, wet pussy. Again, he knew what she liked as he slid them out before pushing them back in. Faster and faster, he pumped into her as he simulated what he’d soon do with his cock. Crystal reacted by clamping down on his invading fingers.
“I love it when you do that,” David said.
He changed his approach and curled his fingers inside her. When he found her G-spot, David felt her shudder.
Crystal’s thighs clenched around his hand; if his head had been between them, it might have popped. Her butt came off the mattress, and her clit smashed against his chin by happy accident. David made a slight adjustment, then sucked on her engorged nubbin and flicked it with his tongue.
David pinched her nipples—one, then the other—as he sucked, licked, flicked, and fingered her to a pulsating, clenching, spasming, teeth-gnashing orgasm.
‘Inside—for the love of God—I needed to be inside her.’
David thought.
“You beast! You fucking beast!” Crystal panted, the words nearly lost in the grinding of her teeth and the hoarse whimpers.
Then, mid-orgasm, she completely lost her freaking mind as her hand slammed against his shoulder to push David
away.
“What have you done to me!?”
She kicked David away as if she were fighting her orgasm. She wiggled up the bed to put distance between them as her whole body quivered. It was obvious too much pleasure was rushing through her system. When she came to a stop, David smiled.
He joined her on the bed and kissed Crystal. It wasn’t a rough, demanding kiss, but it wasn’t some slow, sappy, wet one, either. He kissed her like his inner Alpha Male wanted because he’d just claimed her as ‘mine.’
David found his hands on her waist and pulled her against him, their bodies pressed into each other. She felt soft, pliable. Her breasts were firm lumps squashed against his chest, her lips warm and damp on his.
Crystal was perfect.
She just fit.
A moment of frozen disbelief hit him. Crystal was supposed to be just a fake girlfriend who he just hooked up with to relieve sexual tension. When had she just fit or become perfect?
Crystal distracted his chain of thought as she initiated a kiss. Her mouth moved then, her lips sliding on his, tilting, gliding, wet on wet, and she probed the seam of his lips with her tongue. He opened them for her. David pulled her closer, and he knew there was no way she had missed the crowbar in his shorts wedged between them. Then she moaned, which set his lust on fire.
Crystal pushed David onto his back and straddled his chest. She slid her aching, throbbing, pulsating pussy down his chest to his belly, leaving a river of desire on his skin.
David picked her up and sat her beside him as he quickly lost his shorts and put on a condom.
He picked Crystal back up and placed her so he could feel the tip of his cock nudge against her opening. They looked into each other’s eyes as she leaned down, her
breasts flattened against his chest, her hands on his shoulders. He flexed his hips and impaled her to the hilt.
With her gasping raggedly as he split her open, she closed her eyes for a moment.
“David.”
“Crystal?”
She pressed her forehead to his and kept her eyes on David’s. She hesitated a split second, hips writhing helplessly, then sank down around his shaft. He let her set a slow, deliberate pace. Crystal’s eyes went wide as he stretched that tight, flawless pussy open.
“I love your cock. It’s so thick and long, and it touches all the right places. It might be perfect,” Crystal declared.
Her eyes were wide with excitement. Crystal lifted her hips to draw his length out, hovered there for a moment, catching her breath, and sank down again, taking him deeper.
“God, David! I fucking love you,” Crystal announced.
At that moment, he loved her too. He decided he would worry about what this all meant in the morning.
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Chapter 8
Cassidy had to admit she was in pain. That was why she loved the pills they’d given her to manage the constant achy feeling. The problem was that when Cassidy took one, it made her a bit goofy, but it also made her feel like she wasn’t hurt at all. Cassidy had to be careful not to injure herself because she thought she could do more than she should.
Looking back, coming home had been both the best and worst decision. Being close to State meant she could take advantage of their fantastic rehab and medical facilities.
Having her dad take care of her was a huge help. While her friends back at USC would have been there for her, in the end, they were college students first.
Her dad had been great, but Cassidy had been out on her own for a year now. He was old-school, saying it was his house and, if she wanted to live in it, it was his rules.
She had a ten o’clock curfew on school nights! Not that she could drive yet or ever went out, but it was just the thought that made her want to escape.
She was also stuck in the house all day, which wasn’t Cassidy; she liked to be out doing stuff. The only thing that made her time there bearable was her dad’s cat, Claude. It started out as her cat when she rescued it, but it soon bonded with her dad, which was funny. Her dad was a devout dog person, but the little, now big, fur-ball now ran the house.
At first, Claude hadn’t liked that Cassidy had intruded on his home. But it didn’t take long for him to figure out that if he was friendly, she would love him up and allow him to sit on her lap while she watched daytime TV.
When she was in the hospital, she’d joked with David that she loved daytime TV. The truth was, she’d never watched it. She discovered her dad had cable and found a
new soap opera called The Young and The Wild. It was by far the most entertaining because of the hunky, well-hung men. She knew they were well-hung because a couple got naked in almost every episode.
If her roommates knew of it, they would, at the very least, DVR the show. In today’s episode, a group of gorgeous young people was getting naked in a hot tub.
That was why she was irritated when her phone rang, and she only answered it when she saw it was David.
“What’s up, Buttercup?”
“I’m warning you now that I’m coming back with you when you come home in a few weeks.”
“Your dad being a pain?” David asked.
“He gave me a curfew!”
“Maybe you should have one when you come back,”
David contemplated.
“Just remember that I can take you with only one good arm.”
“That I’d like to see,” David teased.
“Believe it. Now tell me what’s going on with you,”
Cassidy ordered.
David shared what had happened since she left.
“… then I landed a role on The Young and The Wild. It’s supposed to be a daytime TV show. The cool part is that since I’m not being paid, I get to treat it as an internship, and I’ll get credits toward graduation.”