Page 34 of Breakout (Walker University #3)

Opening the lube, I put some on my fingers before dragging it through her cum-soaked ass.

I circle her hole three times before I press in.

There is a little resistance, but with a breath from her, I pop right in.

I take my time pushing my finger in as far as I can to spread the lube. I know my dick will be much longer.

When I feel I’ve used all the lube, I pull my finger out, this time coating two and pushing it in.

I repeat the process, loving the way she pants and begs as I do.

She presses back against me as if asking for more.

Leaning forward, I bite her ass cheek, making her jump and clench around my fingers. Then she lets out a long, low moan.

“Stop teasing me.”

“You need to learn patience,” I growl, pulling my fingers out to lube them up once more.

This time, I push three in, staying in tune with her body as I keep things nice and slow.

“Where’s your vibrator?” I ask her.

“What?”

“Your vibrator. I know you have one. Where is it?”

She looks over her shoulder at me before she points to a drawer to our right. I keep fingering her ass as I use my free hand to open the drawer. It takes some shuffling around before I find it hidden in the back. I test the little bullet, smiling when it vibrates.

Turning it back off, I drag it through her pussy, collecting her arousal all over it. Then I press it into her clit, turning it on.

Peyton damn near jumps off the bed as my fingers go as deep as they can into her ass.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” she gasps.

I turn it back off, giving her a second. She is panting as I continue to slowly finger her ass.

“You ready for the real thing? It’s going to be much bigger and will probably hurt. You can change your mind at any time.”

“I want this with you, Beck. I won’t change my mind.”

Leaning over her back, I press a kiss to her lips before I pull back and start the process of coating my cock in lube. Once I feel she is ready, I position myself at her ass. Then I push forward slowly. Her ass resists, making it hard to enter.

I stroke her back. “Relax. Take a deep breath.”

She does as I ask, the tenseness fading from her body. Then she angles her hips up, taking the head of my cock inside her ass.

“Oh god,” she moans, her body tightening up again.

I pause, drawing my fingers over her back as she adjusts.

“Move, Beck,” she demands.

I chuckle. “Honey, I’ve only got the head in. You still have eight more inches to go. This isn’t going to be a fast thing. I’m taking my time.”

“Okay. Give me more.”

I open the lube, pouring it where my cock is in her ass before I press in further. She hisses, making me stop. She attempts to press back into me, but I hold her hips.

“Bad girl. We don’t rush this.”

“I want to feel it all. Give it to me, or else I’ll take it.”

“Big words for a woman trapped underneath me. We do this at my pace. Sit back and enjoy the ride. I’ve never once not made you feel good.”

“I know. Fuck. I know.” She buries her face into the pillows.

“Tell me the truth. Are you rushing this because you are that horny or because it hurts?”

“Both,” she admits.

“Going faster will make it hurt more, but I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

She looks over her shoulder at me. “Have you ever done this before?”

“No.” My answer is quick and truthful.

I’ve never done this with anyone before. She’s my first.

“How do you know what to do then?” she asks.

“When you showed interest, I did a shit ton of research. I wanted it to be good for you.”

“You are too good to me.”

I push in a little more, using her distraction to our advantage. “I love being good to you.”

She is panting, her mind on the big cock in her ass. I pull out a little before I push in even further.

“Fuck, how big are you?” She moans, her ass pushing up into the air.

“Big. You’re almost there. You have a few more inches, and you’ll have taken me. Do you need to stop?”

“No. I want to be filled with you.”

Thrusting forward, I lean over her back, cupping her cheek to pull her to me for a kiss.

“Such a good girl. You look so fucking good stuffed with my cock. I’m so proud of you,” I tell her, kissing her cheek, nose, and then her lips.

She’s whimpering, making me feel like shit.

Dammit. Maybe I should have taken more time to prep her.

Her muscles contract around me, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Fuck, she feels good. All my instincts tell me to move, but I hold still.

“Peyton, baby. Are you okay?”

When she doesn’t answer, I go to pull out, even though it’s the last thing I want to do.

“Stop. Stay. Give me a minute.”

I do as she asks, keeping myself buried inside of her. With my left hand, I reach for the vibrator, putting it back on her clit. I flick it on, holding it firm.

She jolts, making a squeak before it melts into a moan.

I don’t move an inch as she begins to wiggle underneath me.

Before long, she’s fucking herself on my cock, thrusting back against me.

I keep the vibrator on her clit, letting her work toward her own orgasm.

When her arms collapse, her face falling into the pillow, I start to pump into her.

“Faster, Beck,” she cries out.

I pick up my pace, fucking her faster as I punch the button on the vibrator to kick it up a notch.

Then she comes, the lowest, huskiest moan slipping from her mouth. Her ass clenches down on me as she drenches both me and the bed. Her body starts to twitch as I hold her hips up, pumping my own release into her warm ass.

When I finally finish, I pull the vibrator away, turning it off. Pulling out of her ass slowly, I roll her over so I can look at her.

“Are you okay?” I whisper.

She nods, her eyes dopey. “That was the best orgasm I have ever had. I’ll never be the same.”

I chuckle, kissing her. “Same. Your ass feels amazing.”

“You feel amazing.”

I kiss her, pulling back. “So what’s the chance that the RA will catch me if I go clean up?”

She shrugs. “It’s not the same one as last year. Vickie doesn’t seem to care as long as we try to be discreet.”

“You need to clean up too. Let’s go together.”

Helping her up, I wrap my arm around her shoulder.

I pull my shirt over her before I pull my own pair of boxers back on.

I grab her shampoo, two towels, and some washcloths, then I open the door, looking both ways.

The hall is quiet, so I usher her down the hall into the bathroom. Once there, I turn on the shower.

“Go clean up and meet me inside.”

She nods, going to a stall to do her business as I jump in the cold shower, cleaning my hands and cock.

By the time Peyton makes it inside, the water is warm.

I take my time washing every inch of her body, only turning the water off when I’m sure she’s clean.

Then I wrap her in a towel before wrapping my lower half with one as well.

Grabbing all of our things, I hurry back to the room.

After drying off, we climb back into bed, Peyton settling back into my arms.

“Thank you for doing that. It was better than I expected.”

I kiss her temple. “I’m always down to try anything you want.”

She smiles with her eyes closed. “I’m thinking some DP next time.”

I nearly choke. “I’m not sharing you. That’s one thing I won’t do.”

“No, but you don’t seem to mind using toys…”

“You dirty girl,” I tell her. “Get some rest. You have class in a few hours.”

“Okay,” she mumbles sleepily.

As she drifts off, I lay my head on hers, content with the way my life is.

It can’t get any better than this.