Hearts On Campus: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance, Flora Ferrari [best authors to read .txt] 📗

Better by the minute, hour, and by the day. Until finally it’ll be years we have together, and always feeling like this.

Always feeling the love between us.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Katelyn

I’d forced myself to not even think about what happens when this year ends and my post-graduate research starts next year.

It would have meant choosing between Wes and what I do. And I know what I would have chosen, easily.

Without a doubt.

So when I realize that it’s Wes who is ready to give up everything and follow me wherever my studies lead me, it’s enough for me to know I want him.

And I want him right. Freaking. Now.

Getting down and dirty in public might end badly for us both, but it looks like Wes has planned a little surprise of his own.

In between clawing at him and kissing him, willing him inside me before I burst, I can see he’s had the room made up.

There are candles everywhere, huge bunches of red and white roses, with just as many petals sprinkled on the floor leading from the hallway to the bedroom and bathroom, where I can hear a hot tub bubbling and steaming away.

I’m overcome with the need for him, but more overcome with knowing just how much I love him.

I saw him briefly once and visited him in my mind on numerous occasions, but these past twenty-four hours feel like a lifetime’s worth of knowledge.

Knowing he’s the one. He’s my man and I’m ready now to have him make me his woman.

To claim me properly.

Seeing him hovering over me, his whole body rippling with each micro-movement, in a way I still can’t believe he’s attracted to me.

That bulge though. No faking that. Any man who gets this hard isn’t fooling around, and he tells me over and over just how sexy he thinks I am.

Beautiful even. All the words I never thought I’d hear myself say let alone have a man like Wes telling me like its gospel truth. Like I’m crazy if I can’t see it for myself.

I guess that’s what love is. When you can look at a person and see what matters without having to rate or score them.

Tricky for me, because Wes ticks all the boxes. I can’t see or feel anything I don’t love about him and having him tell me the same is just the best feeling in the whole world.

Okay, maybe second best feeling.

When he pushes himself just a tiny bit deeper inside me, I gasp louder, my eyes wide as I wonder just how this is gonna work.

The man is huge, but he’s also very gentle, kind, and patient.

I’m hotter than I’ve ever felt, and in no time I find I can relax and feel him enter me inch by magic inch until he fills me right up.

I feel a tense pressure and then it’s like a wave of something warm and sweet rippling all the way through me.

A new pleasure center with Wes at the helm.

I thought I’d be clumsy, slow, and awkward. Like I am with most other things, but making love to Wes? I take to it like a duck to water.

If anything, I regret waiting so long, even these few precious hours I feel I’ve denied us both the insane pleasure that we both feel now.

It just keeps feeling better and better too. Whatever I’ve heard from the other girls in the dorm, overheard anyway – they’re either dead wrong or just doing it with the wrong guy.

Boys mostly. Wes is a man, a real man who knows what’s what.

His strength supports me, and his gentleness makes me melt inside.

I’m content with him on top of me, and I know he thinks he’s crushing me but I love it. I love having his whole weight on me, feeling every part of him that I can.

Once I feel myself getting close to what finished me last night, I feel a tingle deep inside.

Like a kind of itch I know isn’t getting scratched. I need more.

I tell Wes I want him to take me from behind. “I want you to fuck me hard Wes, from behind… come inside me Wes, fill me with it!” I hear myself gasp, feeling like I’m gonna burst any second.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he growls with pleasure, rolling me onto my stomach and slipping back inside me, making us both moan once we both feel the difference.

Once he’s all the way in, I know he’s found the right spot and he feels it too.

Slowly at first, he starts to grind up inside me, rotating his hips as I push back on him.

But after a while I can’t help it, it’s an uncontrollable urge to be pounded by him, feeling his hot fat dick so far inside me as I start to make low guttural sounds, cursing and saying his name faster in time with each thrust of his huge cock.

His massive hands grip my hips, squeezing what I used to feel shy about. My ass and thighs slapping against the firmness of his muscular frame, his balls teasing my pussy lips with each powerful stroke.

My hands are flat, out in front of me and I claw at the bedsheets while my breasts brush against my arms. My nipples so hard, like glass.

I wish Wes would squeeze my chest, and he does. A huge hand reaches around, thumbing a nipple between his thumb and forefinger until I can’t take it anymore.

“Wes… Wes…” I caution him, feeling every limb starting to shake, but he only makes a knowing sound, eager to make me come so hard for him.

For a moment he has both hands on my chest, pinching my nipples as hard as the intense hardness of his dick teases my clit, his swollen head grinding against my most sensitive spot inside me.

I see spots in front of my eyes and feel sweat beading off me as he grips me by the hips again, delivering a firm smack with the back of his hand