Chapters (36)
- September
- Two
- Three
- October
- Five
- Friday
- Friday Night
- Eight
- The Morning After
- November
- Saturday
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- WINTER BREAK
- Fourteen
- Week One
- Week Two
- Week Three
- Eighteen
- Week Five
- Week Six
- SPRING SEMESTER
- Late January
- February
- Twenty-Three
- Friday
- March
- April
- Twenty-Seven
- May
- SUMMER BREAK
- Twenty-Nine
- Epilogue
- Hi everyone!
- Other books by Katrina Jackson
- About the Author
He was doing that lip bite thing as he watched her ass bounce up and down on his dick.
She shivered and clenched around his shaft, pulling a moan from his lips. He hadn’t shaved in almost a week, and his five o’clock shadow had grown into a thick starter beard. She wished that she could watch it grow longer over the break, to feel it over her naked skin, especially between her legs, at its different lengths, but she couldn’t, so she focused on the here and now. And right now, she loved the way it accentuated his perfectly angular jaw and his inky eyelashes.
When he turned his eyes to hers and dug his fingers into her waist, she loved the way his new dark beard made the flash of his tongue stand out even more.
“Baby,” she whispered to him.
“Yeah?” he grunted.
“Do you want me to go faster?” she purred, rolling her hips above him.
He rolled his eyes. She tightened her pussy around him. His head fell back to the pillow and groaned from deep in his soul. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
“Say it,” she whimpered, damn close to coming herself. She rolled her hips again.
Alejandro bit back a high-pitched moan as he nodded desperately, “Okay. Fuck. Fuck me faster. Please.”
She smiled down at him, not that he noticed because his eyes were clenched shut. “Okay,” she said and turned forward, ready to really get to work.
She moved her hands from his shins to the bed for better purchase and then circled her hips in a wider circumference. Alejandro’s sharp intake of breath spurred her on, and she moved above him faster and faster, harder and harder.
His fingers dug into her waist, and then he huffed out a relieved breath, followed by a long, desperate moan. Deja kept moving her hips, and Alejandro’s hands started to guide her on top of him. Her pussy stroked and clenched around his shaft until their grunts and moans met the wet slapping of their bodies coming together over and over again.
When Deja’s orgasm came, she lost the rhythm of their sex as her hips stuttered, and her thighs shook.
Alejandro picked up the slack.
He thrust up into her with shallow strokes, letting her ride out the waves of her release on top of him until her body’s spasms began to slow, and then he eased her onto the bed. He turned her onto her back and swept the curly tendrils of her hair from her face.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his waist and spread her legs wide to pull his hips closer.