{18+ COLLEGE ROMANCE COMPLETED}
What sucks more than being rejected by the girl of your dreams? Finding out afterward that she's moving in with you.
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The night that Beau Martin spends with Collins Bryant is the best one of his life. He wants to...
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I WAS GOING TO BE sore tomorrow.
That thought flitted through the back of my mind when Beau hit a spot in my body that I didn't even realize existed. But not even a half-second later and the thought vanished completely. He could wreck me, and it wouldn't matter. Just so long as he didn't stop.
Panting, I closed my eyes briefly. I was stuck between desperation for release and never, ever wanting this to end.
"I want to see you sweat for it, Collins." Beau's breath tickled my ear, and I opened my eyes again. "You want to come? Lift those hips and fuck me back."
Oh my God, couldn't he see and feel how much I already was sweating for it? Our sticky, hot skin collided with every thrust, but if Beau wanted more from me, then fuck, who was I to say no?
Tipping my hips up, I met him, thrust for thrust. And with the explosion of pure bliss that followed, I understood. I understood how he wanted me to find something that was missing. That something that would finish me off.
"That's it." Beau gripped my tied wrists tighter, and I could tell that he was close to losing it. "Just like that, and I've got you, sweetheart. I got you."
He did. He did have me. He carried me all the way to the end, and all I could think about was how I wished I didn't have to leave his arms when we got there.
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"Tell me your limits for the night, Collins."
Beau put his car into park outside of our duplex, and my stomach flipped when I turned to find him looking at me, expression taut and eager.
"My limits?" I repeated, mostly to buy myself time to formulate a response.
Beau gave a slow nod. "Is there anything you don't want to do?"
"I—" My mind spun around in circles. Nothing came into it that I didn't want to do with Beau, but I also realized that I probably wasn't experienced enough to even think of the limits he might be imagining. "I don't know. No?"
A soft chuckle left Beau's lips, and he spun his key ring around his finger. "Baby girl, I'm asking you now because you go quiet on me in bed. Don't start that early."
I licked my lips, thinking of what to say. Beau's gaze dropped to my mouth, watching my next words. "I've just never really thought about it."
His eyes flicked back up to mine. "Then answer this honestly. Did you like our first time, or was it...too much?"
Translation: Did I like being tied up, held down, and told I would be fucked roughly until we were both a sweaty mess?
"Yeah, I liked it," I whispered shyly. When Beau raised his brow, flashing a knowing look, I swallowed. "A lot."
