Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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I had to be sure this girl was blinded by a good fuck, so I was sure I fucking worshiped her pussy to avoid that I nearly cracked the second her eyes sparkled up into mine. I wanted to spill out everything. From her sisters bloody clothing in my room, to how I burned them, to my hands, the fucking photograph, everything.
Some how I had the control to not rip my cock out in the process and plunge it into her after she came all over my mouth, but I managed. Guilt is the best fucking boner killer there is.
The guilt consumes me as I turn away from her so she can get her clothes back on but her sweet voice coaxes me to look back, "I don't have to get dressed. Chy isn't back for another hour?"
Bloody Hell. I do want more. And my cock swells instantly after the guilt turned it into a fucking noodle.
I'm a prick.
I had no business doing that to her. Her hand caresses my elbow, and my eyes drop to her bare tits, while she's only managed to return her grey sport shorts to her waiste.
The blue, purple, and pink tattoos of the large snowflakes peaking from her side, and under her breast is a black feather curved following the shape of her breast. My balls are aching more and more with each pulse just staring at her.
But I can't. I can't that self-absorbed. "Nah, I don't have a condom anyway." Just another fucking lie though. I've got one stuffed in my wallet. My dick is fucking screaming at me to use it.
"Chy has thousands I'm sure." She cracks a grin but pulls the white crop top shirt over her head and down over her breasts.
"It's fine, Penny. I'd prefer a cuddle anyway."
She snorts a laugh and raises one brow surely thrown off by my last statement then her forehead wrinkles with worry, "That was okay-- I was okay? I didn't taste gross did I?"
"What? No," I nearly laugh at the ridiculousness of her words, "I want-- wanted to keep going."
"But?" She prompts her flushed cheeks reddening to a rosy pink.
Fuck, I can't tell her the truth. And I don't want to continue to taint this night with more lies.
"I didn't want to fuck you on Chyette's counter." I move around her and take a seat on the couch glancing to her chewing on her thumbnail. "Stop, I see that nervous look." My voice is low at a growl, mad at myself for making her feel uncertain about her own self when she's literally every guys dream girl.
Just more to add to make me feel guilty.
"You're just very different, and very confusing. I never know what you're thinking."
Thank Fuck for that.
Aspen follows and takes a seat in her nook of the couch, much to far from me. So in hopes of reassuring her nerves I scoot to the center cushion and reach over, pulling her into my arms and up against the side of me, "Currently I'm thinking I wish we were back in that hotel or that you had your own room here."
