I need more.
I want more.
As though he can hear my thoughts, Sawyer slowly moves over my entire body, his hands seeking out my hands, his torso covering my back, his dick sinking impossibly deeper until I can't feel anything except him.
But it's when he moves that my entire world begins and ends with him.
Entwining his fingers into mine, he brings his mouth to my ear and whispers his own version of sweet nothings.
“I'm about to fuck you so hard you will see stars, and when you come all over my cock, you'll know that you belong to me.”
I don't have time to register his words fully before he's already sliding out and pummeling back in with a rhythm that erases everything from my brain, except for the unparalleled pleasure he's giving me.
Thankful the bed is bolted to the wall, I realize he's folded over me to protect me from hitting my head with the force of his every thrust.
We're fucking so hard and fast that we don't have time for words or even thoughts. We're all moans and grunts and empty lungs.
Completely consumed by his keen focus on my pussy, I let him bring me to orgasm over and over again.
Just when I think I can't take it any longer, Sawyer sinks his teeth into my shoulder and releases one of my hands to slide under me and pinch my clit.
Everything stops.
My very existence is frozen in time as my body convulses—my pussy squeezing the life out of his cock—as I come all over him in an almost painful orgasm.
“That's it, baby. I can feel your cum all over my dick. I can't wait—”
Then I feel it. His cock pulsing inside me, thrusting once, twice, and stilling as he pumps me full of his own cum.
It takes a minute for my brain to turn back on but when it does, I let out a sigh as he presses his full weight against me.
“Holy fuck, Briar.” He shudders before pulling from me and lying next to me, rolling me onto his chest.
“Uh-huh,” is all I manage to say, feeling entirely boneless as he strokes my hair.
He kisses the top of my head and I feel as his lips move against my hair. “I’m not going to ever be able to let you go.”
And while that should be terrifying, I’m not sure that I want him to.
CHAPTERTWELVE
The paper drops onto my desk with a big red F and my heart sinks. I glance over to Connor, who has an A, and shake my head. We worked on the paper around anxiety & phobic disorders together, from Sunday through to last night. He read through mine, because I figured his genius brain would pick up on anything I’d missed, but he said it was good.
He glances over at me and frowns at the F, so I flip the paper over before Sawyer can see it too. Especially since he’s still coming to all of my classes with Crawford, despite doing none of the work. And despite me asking how he’s keeping up with his own classes since he keeps sitting in on mine.
“Some of you exceeded my expectations. Others, well…” Crawford says before turning his gaze to me with that pissant smile of his on his face. “You did exactly as expected.”
I clench my fist under my desk and take a few deep breaths. I have no idea what Crawford’s problem with me is, but I’m going to find out.
He is not going to fail me just because he hates me. It’s utter crap.
Right now I’m glad for my fancy tech recording his lecture, because I’m too distracted to pay attention to his lecture on dissociative disorders and how the real world views them. His voice drones on and it occurs to me how hard passing this class is going to be.
I’ve never been a massive fan of Christmas, but for once, I’m looking forward to the end of the year. Purely because it symbolizes my classes with Crawford being over.
I’m three weeks into college and he’s making me hate it.
Go figure.