Darkest Cravings (90 Types Of Lust)

Chapter 7: Nerd... So Hard

Steph nodded frantically, eyes half-lidded. “Since the day you asked me to be your girlfriend. Before that. I just… never thought you’d actually…”

I curled my fingers and pressed my thumb harder against her c**t. Her sentence dissolved into a broken whimper.

“I’m going to make you come on my hand,” I told her, voice low and certain. “Then I’m going to take these gown off and finally do everything I’ve been practicing for.”

Steph’s back arched. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails biting in.

“Please,” she breathed.

I kissed her harder and worked my fingers exactly the way she seemed to need; steady, focused, a little rougher when she pushed into it. Her breathing turned ragged. Her thighs trembled against my sides. When she finally came, it was with a soft, startled cry and her whole body tightening around my fingers like she never wanted to let go.

I kept touching her through it, slower now, until she melted back into the mattress, dazed and panting.

Only then did I pull my hand free, sit up on my knees between her legs, and look down at her; flushed, messy-haired, how half-ripped, staring up at me like she couldn’t quite believe what just happened.

I wiped my fingers on the inside of her thigh, then reached for the remaining parts of her torn gown.

“Still with me?”

Steph’s answer was immediate.

“Yes. Don’t you dare stop now.”

I ripped it all off, making her naked.

I used my lips to lick up her tummy, making her giggle. “You’re so naughty,” she said.

Just then, I couldn’t hold back. I pulled down her pants. Her p***y came into sight — hairy and full, just waiting for me.

I groaned. “I want to do this standing.” I didn’t wait for her response. I jerked her up, stood on the bed.

“I'm all yours…” she moaned.

She pushed me back a little. “But before we continue, I'm a virgin.”

“I'm sorry,” I said. Then I held her breast in a hard, only grip. “I won't go easy,” I said, and sucked her n*****s all hard. Finally breastfeeding again.

“Oh… you'll be the death of me,” she moaned.

My c**k erected upwards. Steady and searching for her hole. As I sucked her n*****s up and her soft moans filled the room, my hard c**k bursted in.

“Argh,” she groaned in pain.

I kept her upright against me, one arm locked tight around her waist so she couldn’t sink away from the stretch. My mouth never left her breast — sucking, biting the peak, pulling hard while my c**k forced another thick inch into that untouched tightness.

“Man… so deep,” I growled against her skin, hips rolling up slowly and relentlessly. “Feel that? You’re taking every bit of me whether it hurts or not.”

Her nails dug into my shoulders. Another sharp cry tore out of her as I bottomed out, balls pressed flush to her soft skin. I stayed buried, grinding deep, still nursing hard on her n****e while she trembled and gasped around the sudden fullness.

“Breathe,” I ordered, voice rough. “I’m not pulling out. You’re mine now.”

I’ve let my desires get the better of me. Blood streamed down her legs, but it did nothing to my hunger. I slowly pulled out of her n****e, but she pulled my head back in.

“Don’t stop…” she said, her voice trembling but moaned.

“I’m going for the second food,” I said, then went for her second n****e, biting the pit hard. My tongue and teeth worked the sensitive peak while my c**k stayed buried deep, throbbing inside that freshly broken heat.

My c**k wanted more. I released from her. And in a second I pulled her out of the bed and flipped her on her stomach. She placed her hands on the bed and her hips and bottom were forward now against my hips. I gripped her breast from underneath — squeezing, owning and buried in again in one hard thrust.

“Mark… asshole!” she cried out as I bottomed out from behind, the wet, bloody slide making it easier this time. I didn’t give her time to adjust. My hips snapped forward, driving deep, again and again, while I kept a rough hold on her breast, thumb and fingers working the n****e I’d just bitten.

“Take it,” I growled against her back, f*****g her harder, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room along with her broken moans. “Every inch. You’re not a virgin anymore.”

She struggled with her words while moaning.

“You’ll be my boyfriend forever, Marks.”

“As long as you feed my p***y that hard sweet c**k of yours.”

I thrust deeper into her. My hips pressed flush against her bottom, burying every inch inside her wet heat. She clenched around me hard, a sharp gasp breaking from her throat. I stayed buried for a second, grinding in slow circles so the head of my c**k rubbed that spot that always made her thighs shake.

Outside the thin dorm walls a door slammed somewhere down the hall, followed by distant laughter. Neither of us cared.

I pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in with a wet slap. Her t**s bounced with the force.

“Lift up your head,” I ordered.

She did. I claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss, tongue sliding against hers as I kept moving inside her. She moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating against my lips. One of her hands slid down between us and found her c**t. I felt her fingers brush the base of my c**k as she rubbed herself in tight circles.

I broke the kiss just enough to speak against her mouth.

“That’s it. Work that c**t while I fill you up.”

She nodded frantically, eyes half-lidded. Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed. I felt the first ripple of her orgasm starting. I sped up, hips snapping harder. Sweat slid down my back.

When she came, she cried out against my lips, body locking tight around my c**k. I f****d her through it, short, deep thrusts that dragged every tremor out of her. Only when her legs started to go soft did I let myself go, burying myself to the root and pulsing deep inside her with a low groan.

I stayed there, breathing hard, my c*m dripping through her thighs not blood anymore. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I looked at her flushed face, lips swollen from kissing, eyes still glassy.

I’ll be a nerd at college. But a s*x psycho for her.