Hearts On Campus: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance by Flora Ferrari (uplifting books for women .txt) 📗

It occurs to me to make an excuse, to go use the bathroom and pump this aching hard on of mine, relieve some pressure.

But no.

Every ounce of my seed is for her now, and I know it’ll do no good to try anything with my own hand anymore.

I only want her hands on me, her hands pumping me to climax. But only after I fill her with length first.

Still holding my jacket over myself, I let out another low sound. A strained moan as I shamelessly take in her chest again.

She’s blushing. Biting that lip again, and by now I can see her thick nipples peeking through her white sweater.

It’s a little chilly out, but warm in here.

Too warm I’d say, bordering on hot.

She tries to focus on the computer, and I let my jacket move to one side, exposing my hardness so she can see it if she wants.

I grip the back of a chair with one hand, growling low with satisfaction once I see her take me in out of the corner of her eye.

Gasping as she shifts in her seat, pressing those legs together again as her whole body shudders a little.

“I think I see the problem,” she says softly, her eyes darting from my aching pole to my eyes, which have narrowed a little.

“You do?” I ask her, wondering if she has any idea just how much of a ‘problem’ I have now, and how grateful I am for having it.

For having her here, with me.

She laughs to herself nervously, then explains something about the staff portal updating, her small fingers tapping some keys as her eyes move from the screen to my thickening member.

She lets out a little purr of satisfaction, and once she licks those ruby red lips I know I’m done for.

It’s beyond my control now. I feel giddy and start to sway a little. I moan again, feeling the hot liquid pulsing straight up my shaft as it starts to twitch uncontrollably.

Jesus! I’m gonna come in my pants… I’m gonna… I’m-

“Mister Heart! You found her alright then?” A voice booms from my front doorway, making me jump and actually lift the chair I’m gripping in front of me, covering myself.

It’s that damned campus security guard again, snooping around.

“Uh… Yeah, I did, thank you,” I stammer. Katelyn looks flushed and more puzzled than shocked as she pretends to focus on the computer screen.

“I hope you don’t mind,” the guard continues, letting himself in and folding his arms to rest on his belly as he narrows his eyes on mine. “I just wanted to make sure you’d both found each other. I was worried when Ms. Webster didn’t answer her phone,” he adds, glancing towards Katelyn.

I force a smile, feeling my hardness wane in my pants and the coldness of a large wet stain against my skin as I wonder just how I can thank this guy for his impeccable timing.

He probably has saved me though.

What was I gonna do? Whip it out and just bust one out all over Katelyn?

Sure as hell felt like it.

Jesus, what this girl’s doing to me.

I clear my throat and collect my thoughts. Katelyn explains the computer problem to the guard as well as me again, as if it’ll make any more sense.

It seems to satisfy his curiosity, and he leaves after I press myself to offer him some coffee, which I’m relieved he refuses.

“I’m done for the day, Mr. Heart. Just checking all the boxes before I go,” he adds, offering a little salute as he turns to go.

I puff air out of my cheeks, leaning on the door to close it, only satisfied once I hear the lock snap.

Katelyn seems to have forgotten all about it already and is busying herself with something else on the computer.

“No offense, Mr. Hear-, Wes. But you should really clean up this hard drive… finding it running really slow lately? Like slow to start I mean?” she asks.

My head is nodding an answer but I can’t speak.

I feel sleepy like I’ve just had some sort of weird dream and woken up.

Fortunately, the best part of the dream is still happening.

Katelyn Webster.

“Can you fix it?” I ask, noticing how dry my mouth is as I grab myself some water from the fridge.

“The hardness, I mean. Can you fix it?”

“Hard drive,” she corrects me, blushing again and laughing into her hand.

I gulp down a bottle of water, not minding some of it splashing down my front as I watch her.

“Hard drive,” I repeat in a low tone, feeling my own starting to twitch back to life again already.

CHAPTER FIVE

Katelyn

I make straight for the table, sitting myself down in front of the computer, only because I don’t think my legs will hold me up much longer.

The whole way back to Wes’s apartment, I’ve been babbling like an idiot about nothing. Scared to death I’ll say what I’m really thinking.

Scared to death I’ll just stop walking, pull down my track pants and beg him to finger fuck me, touch me, anything.

I don’t think Wesley Heart has any idea of the power he has over me.

I’ve never really… well. I’m not one to take care of business myself if you know what I mean, never really thought about it much until today.

But this goes way beyond wanting to let off a little steam.

I need this man and I need his fat cock inside me, filling me with his hot seed as I scream his name and I don’t even know why.

All I do know is I’ll be pretty much next to useless at anything until he claims me. Hard up against a wall, across his desk with one leg up in the air, or just plain old down on all fours. I don’t really care anymore.

By the time we actually get to his place, I can’t keep myself from staring at what I know is his thick cock and fighting to keep quiet