"Fuck," I grunt as I lean forward against the tile of the shower and milk my cock.
I’m so fucking hard, but no matter how much I cum, it won’t go down. Ever since Piccola sent that picture of her last night, I haven’t been able to go soft. It wasn’t even anything sexual really, but the way her eyes looked at the cara, I could only imagine what it would be like to have that gaze on . Over , under , begging for to take her harder and deeper.
That’s how I got into this position in the first place. Finally, the last of my cum spurts out, and I duck my head under the spray of the shower and wash my body. I turn the water as cold as I can stand it, but my cock is still hard and heavy as it juts out in front of . What the fuck is happening to my dick? It’s like nothing will satisfy it.
I bet her pussy would.
My brain is torturing , and I can’t do a thing about it. When I text Piccola for a picture of what she was wearing today, I didn’t expect her to see her in a pair of cut-off shorts with fishnets underneath them. The shorts weren’t inappropriate or even really all that tight. But all I could think about was digging my fingers into the holes of those tights and ripping them off her body.
Since then, I’ve been in the shower aggressively fucking my hand to try and ease the ache. So far, it’s useless. Deciding that nothing is going to help, I shut off the water and get out. When I glance at my phone on the bathroom counter, I see that Piccola has responded to my last text.
Baby Girl: No plans for lunch as of right now but I did get breakfast like you asked.
She sends a picture of a coffee with a muffin and a banana on the table in front of her while she’s in class. My mind imdiately goes to what she looks like putting that banana in her mouth.
: Good girl. I sent you money for doing what I told you to do. Did you get enough to eat? That’s not much.
Baby Girl: I don’t normally eat breakfast so that’s a lot.
: Okay. Pay attention and take good notes. I’ll send you lunch money.
Baby Girl: Thank you ;)
Why does it make even harder when I give her money? Fuck, I don’t know if this is so kind of kink, but I just want to give her more and more. Sending another deposit to her Cash App, I squeeze the base of my cock to try and ease the ache.
Deciding I’ve got to get dressed before I jerk off again, I pull on so jeans and a black tee. Once I’m dressed, I go to my office and do a little work to distract myself, but it’s useless. I’m counting down the seconds, and as soon as I think it’s probably close enough, I grab my stuff and make my way out to my car. I wave at George as he hits the button to open the gate, and I pull out of my neighborhood. Turning toward the university, I’m hoping to ti it right with Piccola finishing up her class and going to lunch so that I can casually bump into her. Again.
Deciding to park nearby and walk toward the campus, I’m scanning the crowd but trying to be casual about it. Like I co here all the ti and not because I’m basically stalking the woman who has tied in knots.
When I get to the quad, I see Piccola in the distance and stop. She’s got her head down, and she looks like she’s been crying.
"What the fuck?" The way she looks so hurt and small makes clench my fists, but as I go to take a step toward her, I see a guy sit down next to her.
She looks surprised when he takes a seat, but then she smiles at him. Okay, so obviously this guy has to die, because all of her smiles belong to . Does that sound crazy, even having that thought? Sure. Do I give a fuck? Absolutely not.
Trying to play it cool, I walk over to the bench where they’re sitting and stand in front of her so that my shadow blocks the sun from shining in her face. She looks up and blinks before I see her teary eyes widen in surprise.
"Blake?"
"Hey, little rabbit," I say and then turn my glare to the guy next to her. "Who’s this?"
He says sothing to her so quietly I can’t hear it, but she nods as she wipes away a tear.
"Gotta go," he says, and she smiles again as he gets up and walks away.
Fine, I guess I’ll run him over with my car later.
"Friend of yours?" I ask, scowling at his back.
"Lab partner," she sniffs.
It’s then I rember that she’s upset, and I take the seat next to her. "Hey, what’s going on?"
"Nothing, just a tough class today, and I missed an assignnt." She shrugs and tries to laugh it off, but I see the hurt and worry creasing her eyes. "It’s fine, I just ssed up. I can’t believe I forgot."
"Hey, it’s okay." I reach out and place my hand on the back of her neck and pull her gently toward . "Everyone makes mistakes."
She tucks her head into the crook of my neck and then the rest of her soft body leans against my side.
"I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately, and I guess this slipped through the cracks. My lab partner was telling it’s okay, but it affects his grade too." She sighs and then sniffs. "I suck."
"No." I stop that train of thought and shake my head. "You don’t suck, Piccola. You’re incredible, and you try and take on so much." I brush her hair out of her face and kiss her forehead. "What can I do to help?"
She lets out a humorless laugh. "Take to lunch?"
"I was going to do that anyway," I tell her as I touch the bottom of her chin, so she tilts her head back. Gently, I graze my lips over hers and sigh in contentnt. "Let help you, little rabbit."
"This hug is making feel better already."
"Imagine what my mouth could do," I tease, and her cheeks flush. "Co on, let feed you and then walk you back to your dorm. You need a cuddle and a nap."
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