Page 30 of Palm South University: Season 3

“Are you kidding?” he asks, looking back down at me with a wicked grin. “I’m going to fuck you on both of them.” He drops down on top of me, sucking the skin on my neck between his teeth and letting it go with a pop as I cry out at the sensation. “And then the floor. And the shower.” He kisses me again. “And that chair over there.” Another kiss. “And that desk.Definitelythat fucking desk.”

I giggle against his mouth as he unzips my shorts and tugs them down my thighs. I’ve missed him, mind and soul, but it’s his body that calls to mine first, begging to be touched, to be fucked. My eyes can’t devour him long enough, can’t get their fill of him before he touches me in a way that has them fluttering closed again.

I wiggle my legs back and forth to help him with my shorts, making quick work of my tank top and bra in the process. When he hooks his thumbs under the lace of my panties and slides them down my legs, slowly pulling them one by one from each ankle at the end, he runs his tongue across his bottom lip and pulls me up until I’m on my knees in front of him.

“I want that perfect fucking pussy on my face,” he growls, tugging my hair back with both hands and running his tongue along my jaw. “Now.”

And this is why I want everyone to know this man is mine.

Jarrett moves quickly until he’s on his back on the bed and I rip his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side before crawling up his body. I take my time, reveling in the feel of him underneath me. The man I was never supposed to have, now the only one I ever want.

What has he done to me?

I kiss every tattoo on the way up, tracing the ones I know with my tongue, eyeing the new ones with appreciation until both of my knees are braced on either side of his face.

And then, his mouth is on me.

I gasp at the feel of him, my orgasm already so close I can feel the first tingles climbing. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks it gently between his teeth, hands smacking my ass and pulling me closer to him. I arch my back, crying out with loud moans as I ride his face. Each swirl of his tongue sends me closer to the edge, and when he slides two fingers deep inside me, working them like I’m riding his dick, I go flying.

His name is on my lips as I cry out, nails digging into the headboard, orgasm rocking me from the inside out. A numbing fire consumes every inch of me until I shake and shudder around him, and I barely have time to recover before he flips us.

Jarrett kisses me hard, the taste of me fresh on his tongue, his hands hard on my thighs as he drags me to the edge of the bed. He breaks contact long enough to strip out of his jeans and boxer briefs and then my ankles are on his shoulders and he slides inside me mercilessly, filling me with a moan, his head dropping back.

“Oh, my God,” I moan with him, fists twisting in the sheets as he wraps his hands around my thighs and pounds into me again. Every thrust hits deeper, and Jarrett lets my ankles fall to the side, leaning down to suck one nipple between his teeth as he curls his back, pushing in again and again, each time with more purpose than the last.

And it’s this I’ll never get enough of. The touching, the kissing, the fucking. It’s this that reminds me that no matter the distance or the time, what we have is real. It sparks to life as soon as we’re together again, like no time has passed, like nothing can ever come between us.

Unstoppable. That’s what we are.

Pressing a hand hard into Jarrett’s chest, I push him back until he slips out of me, the backs of his legs hitting the edge of the opposite bed. I follow, dropping to my knees in front of him, running my hands along the hard length of him in appreciation.

“I’ve missed this fucking dick so much,” I say, glancing up at Jarrett. He smirks, but as soon as I wrap my mouth around the tip of him, any trace of a smile fades and his eyes roll back as he groans.

I work him into my mouth slowly, sliding down farther each time until he’s coated and wet. When I slide my lips all the way down to the base of him, fighting against the gag, he curses, flexing his hips forward. I pull back, circling my tongue over his crown before dipping down again, this time holding my breath so he can fuck my throat.

When I palm his tight balls, I know he’s close, but he grabs me by the arms and yanks me up, kissing me hard once before spinning me around until my hands are braced on the other bed we’ve yet to fuck on.

I climb up, braced on my hands and knees, and Jarrett slides his wet cock down the line of my ass before slipping inside my pussy again. He feels bigger in this position, every inch of him stretching me open as I arch my back and flip my hair back for him to grab.

“I want you to come again,” he pants, hips rolling and pushing him in deeper.

“Fuck, I don’t know if I can.”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, tugging my hair and leaning down to suck the skin of my neck.

I gasp, his cock so deep inside me now I’m seeing stars. “Yes,” I breathe, and Jarrett runs his thumb along my bottom lip before dipping it inside my mouth. I suck it gently, rolling my tongue all the way down to the knuckle and back.

Jarrett groans, pulling his thumb from my mouth and sliding his hand down my back, over my ass. Then, before I have time to register it, I feel a pinch, and that same thumb slides inside my ass.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, the new sensation rocking through me. He pounds in deeper, thumb working in the same rhythm, and it only takes seconds for me to fall apart again. I come hard, fire scorching me from the inside, and my moans are all it takes for Jarrett to come with me.

We ride out our orgasms until the very last tingle, Jarrett slowly removing his thumb, both of us panting for air when he drops to the bed beside me and pulls me into his chest.

I’m completely sated, thighs and hip flexors already sore as I trace my fingers over his abdomen and up to his chest, outlining the fresh ink there. It’s a brightly colored hourglass piece, sharp reds and purples lining the wings that frame the glass, the sand trickling down slowly, top half more full than the bottom.

“I love this,” I whisper softly, still running my fingertips over the swollen skin.

Jarrett pulls me closer, pressing his lips to my forehead. “And I love you.”