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I pause to laugh in delight as your body loses all containment, before pulling your hair so that you have your back pressed against my chest. I slip a hand around your stomach and keep fucking you with a hard steady rhythm.
 
I lean up against you and let you fuck me as I feel weak after my orgasm, but love how you keep going. I moan softly, not able to make much noise at the moment.
 
My hips slap against yours. I keep going for a while, holding off as long as I can. I want you to feel it, now and tomorrow. I want you sore when I'm done. I grip your hair harder and pound you more.
 
I continue that soft moan that indicated I was worn out, but I don't want you to stop. I close my eyes feeling every little thing.
 
As your eyes close you feel me reach down from your stomach and slap your inner thigh. Just fucking you harder and harder. Another slap to your thigh.
 
Suddenly I push you forward back to your elbows. I thrust 3 or 4 times and erupt in your pussy. I turn you over, uncomfortable on the stairs and latch onto your neck again before kissing you and lightly slapping your ass. "Damn I can't fuck you enough," I say.
 
I give a tired smile and a weak laugh. "I can tell," I say with a soft teasing note. "And fuck, am I sore," I confess. "Now, I sure hope we're not sleeping on the stairs."
 
"Very sore," I say, barely making it to the bed and collapsing on top of the bed on my stomach. "I'm definitely feeling this in the morning."
 
I climb over you, lying on your back and tease you, kissing your temple. "Can't handle my giant cock, little girl on the quad?" You feel my hand slide under you, reaching for your pussy, and you slap it away with a whimper, making me laugh.
 
"It really hurts, Reece," I whimper, looking at you. "My pussy more than anything. . ." I bite my lip trying to disguise my pain, but my eyes betray it.
 
"Sweet baby," I say, sliding off you and kissing your cheek. "Too rough?" I ask, watching your pretty eyes betraying your pain. "Are you okay?"
 
You say you're fine and then go take a shower. I've fucked you several times since your shift began and you told me you were sore. Unlike usual, you close the bathroom door and said nothing on your way in. I can tell you are upset that I laughed when you told me I hurt you. A few minutes later you return in a cute tee shirr and some soft shorts, and you curl up across the bed from me and pull the covers over you, still silent.

"Baby?? Are you sure you're okay?"
 
I nod, still a little upset at you for laughing. "Yes, I'm fine," I say quietly. I don't look at you, don't want you to see the tears leaving my eyes.
 
"Hey," I say, trying to roll you over to me. I know you're crying. "What's the matter, princess? Come here." I curl you up in my arms.
 
I don't fight you taking me in your arms and I just lay there crying. "It hurts a lot, Reece," I whisper through my tears. "And you laughing at it didn't help me much. . .I didn't want you to know because I thought you would think me weak. . ."
 
"I'm sorry baby," I say as it sinks in that you're so sweet and precious and hurting. "I thought you liked it," I rub your shoulder. "I mean, I thought you wanted me to...." my voice trailed off, a bit confused and concerned. "I wasn't trying to hurt you baby."
 
"I know," I whisper as you rub my shoulder, consoling me a little bit. "And I did enjoy it, it's just the adrenaline and pleasure coming down and making it hurt even more. . ." I began crying hard again, mumbling something about being sorry for being weak.
 
I stifle a little giggle again, a nervous laughter, and immediately squeeze my baby. "You're not weak, babe." I wipe your tears. "You whipped your enemy's ass and then took three of my best shots tonight." I brushed your hair away from your face. "All," I kiss your pretty nose, "while looking like the sexiest little girl thay every guy wanted to take home." I smile at you. "You were the strongest girl in the city tonight." I start to lower my voice, "And I wouldn't fuck you so hard if you didn't completely control my cock and if I didn't think you could or would handle it."
 
I nod and cuddle into you, unable to stay mad at you. I continued to cry a little bit and bury my face into your chest, feeling comforted.
 
"But I like it rough," I whisper, trying to stop the flow of tears. "That's why I feel bad, I loved it but it hurts so much right now. . . "
 
I squeeze you again. "Sweet girl." I kiss your forehead and hold you until you fall asleep.

The next day, I wake up ahead of you and let you sleep. Around 10, I open the blinds and let the light in before leaning over and kissing your cheek, still ruddy from crying the night before.

"Wake up princess," I say softly.
 
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