The fall

Needed

Rhys's POV:

***Two hours later***

After Alex picked me up, we went home for a few hours. Alex cooked a meal for us while I went to re-organise our red room.

Get your head out of the gutter. It's simply a storage room for our array of weapons; common misconception. I've never really liked the thought of a red room anyways - why limit all the fun to just one room?

It's been around two months since our red room was organised and we had a shit load of new stock to unpack.

Midway through my rather fun task I had to leave. Unsurprisingly, Alex was a bit salty that I didn't eat the spag bowl she so 'passionately' made.

I'm back at Oxford university now though, because Jasmine called me and clearly needed a distraction. Do I have a deep hatred for all the snobs that attend here?

Yes.

But I needed a pretty little distraction too.

Im heading to the furthest bathroom on campus that's away from most student life. I'd like to think of myself as a more classy guy ( bathrooms aren't usually my go to) but she was desperate.

By the time I made it to the furthest bathroom separate from the rush of students, she was already there, waiting. My little plaything.

"How long do you have?" I questioned.
"Twenty minutes," Jasmine replied.
"We'll be done in ten." my voice oosed of confidence. She was already in a stall, door open. The entire restroom was empty apart from one occupied stall right next to ours- interesting.

"Strip." I spoke softly, closing the cubicle door.
"Yes sir," she unzipped her jean shorts and removed her creme shirt.
"On your knees." I commanded, without hesitation her bare body was on the floor kneeling before me.

Fuck I felt powerful.

"Right where you belong. You look so fuckable below me right now." I let a low, seductive chuckle loose. Like preditor and prey I stepped towards her, towering above. Undressing me from my waist, she took in my dick hungrily.

She gulped- followed by small gasps, tounge sliding all over me.
"Keep taking me princess, just like that," I cooned.
"All of me," I stated as I thrusted myself deeper into her mouth.

She started gagging, choking on my dick. I wrapped her hair around my wrist, guiding her head, increasing the pace until I was groaning and grunting greedily.

Fuck this is what I needed.

"Look at me when I fuck your filthy mouth," I struggled to get out beneath my breathy moans, guiding her head faster with every breath.

Her tongue worked around me, pumping me deeper into the back of her throat.
"Fuck," moaning, I gripped the top of the cubicle to stabilise myself.

Her tongue played with my tip, working it, begging for a taste of my precum.

Jasmine started to work her hands around my base, until ungodly moans and grunts escaped my mouth.
"Just like that," I breathed, pulling her hair down which tilted her jaw up- a much better angle.

My thrusts into her throat deepend. Even as she gagged on my dick she took me in greedily, eyes watering eagerly.
"Hungry for me?" I breathed. In response she moved faster, moaning as my thrusts down her throat became uncontrollable.

My pre-cum dripped down her chest, and it was only when she looked up at me through her lashes, with smudged mascara and glossed over eyes that I found my release.

She gagged heavily as I cummed deep inside her mouth.
"Drink." I ordered.
Jasmine released breathy moans of satisfaction as she gulped down my cum.

"Tell me how good I taste,"
"I want more. Please. I want to suck you dry. Every last drop."
"Stand- tits against the wall, legs apart, ass facing me." I commanded.
She shuffled into that position while I quickly readied myself for another round.

"You want me to fuck you? To make you scream untill you pass out? To make you cry and beg for more?" I trailed a delicate finger down her back.
"Yes sir,"She let loose a breathy moan.

Her back was to me, her perky tits pressed against the stall's wall as I had ordered. I had access to everything I needed. Looking between her thighs I saw her wet and dripping, all because of me.

Teasing her entrance, I traced circles with my dick around her clit.
"Please sir" she begged. Slowly dragging my dick down her pussy she ghasps as I enter her.

The wall of the cubicle shook with each pump as I finally plunged wholy in her.
"This is all you are to me. My fuck hole," I chuckled as I pressed my lips against her ear from behind.

Her back was arching as I pounded into her throbbing pussy.
"Take me all in- you fucking love this, whore."
Jasmine's wild, inhumane moans filled the entire room as I filled her, pumping in and out - the filthiest mixture of pleasure and lust.

"This pussy was made for me, for my use. For me to fill you to the brim."
She gasped as I pumped even harder, only her hands pressing harder into the wall. Ploughing through, the wall of the cubicle shakes harder and faster, mirroring my rythm.

Gathering her hair around my hand I pulled it back- tilting her head backwards- defining her back arch further. She let out a deep moan of pure pleasure. Using this opportunity, I thrusted in deeper, compleatly filling her.

She cried out a raw scream as she cummed- her phants getting sloppy. Even as she finished, I continued, bringing myself deeper into her; filling every corner of her.

"I'm not done princess. You will take my cum like the good little whore you are." I breathed against the back of her neck. She was breathless- a hot mess of sweat, phants, and moans of raw pleasure as I pounded into her mercilessly.

"You...you feel so good,"she managed.
The ego boost seemed to set me over the edge as I sped up like never before- rythmaticlly slamming in and out of her- pressing her up against the wall.

I let an animalistic groan escape me as my cum filled her completely. Her face twisted in pleasure as she finished again right after moaning to the Gods of my insatiable dick.

I allow myself two- no three breaths.

"Clean up your mess," I stated once pulling out. Jasmine got on her knees once again, obeying and started to lick my cock clean. Her tounge caressed my thighs, cleaning the trails of her wetness that she left.

I pull and button up my pants and step out of the cubicle.
"Thank you sir,"she breaths clearly still riding down her high.
I turn towards the cubicle next to us which was still occupied.

I knock on it- my curiosity got the best of me. A few secconds later a short flustered girl (maybe 18 years old) opens it.
"I'm so-"she begins. I check my watch for the time.
"Four minutes. Hope you enjoyed the show," With that, I walked off.

I have places to be.