Hearts On Campus: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance by Flora Ferrari (top reads txt) 📕

I feel the hot warmth of his swollen head that dwarfs my hands.

“You’re so big,” I tell him, not trying to flatter him, but trying to figure out just how this is gonna work.

He groans with pleasure and I feel a thick line of warm liquid run from his cock down my hand, which I bring up to my lips.

“Wes… Wes,” I gasp.

I have to tell him, he needs to know.

“You’re on the right scent,” he coos, teasing me and bringing my hand back down to his cock, using it to pump himself slowly until it starts to twitch, making us both gasp.

“I want to be inside you. I want to feel you come on me like you came in my mouth, Katelyn.”

I whimper in agreement, but biting my lip I realize I can’t.

Not like this.

Not yet.

“Wes. I’ve never… I mean… I’m a virgin!” I blurt out loudly, grateful to have finally said it but a little disappointed too.

“Uh huh,” he moans, starting to nibble my neck again, kissing my chest until he finds a thick pebbled nipple which he sets to work on.

“Didn’t you hear me?” I ask him. “I said I’m a virgin.”

He stops and smiles to himself, holding my face in between a finger and his thumb.

“I hoped so,” he says, a matter of fact. “But I don’t think it matters, does it? I’ll be your first and you’ll be my only. What’s so bad about that?” he asks.

I guess I thought it was gonna be a big deal that all girls had to be experienced, whatever that means.

Jeez, I’ve worried myself sick over it for years and when it comes down to it, it’s what the man wants.

Who knew?

“You… You really don’t mind?” I ask again, relieved beyond words when he leans on his elbow again, pulls the covers over us both, and turns me on my side.

“You just lay there, little spoon and I’ll be the big spoon, okay?” he says tenderly, kissing the back of my neck.

“We’ve got all the time in the world, and we don’t have to do everything in one night,” he adds.

“What about this?” I have to ask, pressing myself back into his raging hardness, which makes me shiver and him groan softly.

“It’s got your name on it,” he promises me. “And maybe I’d like to do something special for our first time than just have my way with you in a dorm room,” he adds, yawning quietly.

I have to agree with him and want to know more. But hearing him yawn is like a spell and feeling as relaxed as I think I ever have in my whole life, I press myself back into his huge body and drift off to sleep.

His massive arms come round my front and hold me close.

I feel safe, protected.

Loved.

CHAPTER TEN

Wesley

In twenty years I don’t think I’ve ever slept in late. And I sure as hell know I’ve never slept in such a tiny bed with another person either.

I can’t feel my arm when I wake up, but I don’t mind.

She’s still here. It did actually happen last night.

I didn’t dream it.

With no blood supply to my arm, it doesn’t take long for me to feel where it’s all gone.

She moved a little in her sleep, her fine ass pressing against my hard on that I know hasn’t skipped a beat all night.

I didn’t get inside her, haven’t claimed her properly but this is just as nice for now. I couldn’t get much closer and there’s nothing I enjoy more than feeling her in my arms.

I watch her sleep for a while, and once I’m sensing her starting to wake, I trace her hair back over her ear so when she does open her eyes I’m the first thing she sees.

“Hi,” she mews sleepily even though her eyes are clear and bright.

“Hi,” I whisper, feeling her start to stretch under me and give a little squeak before she notices the time.

“We slept in late,” she observes. “Your arm, oh my god! Was I on it all night?” she says, suddenly sitting up.

“I must weigh a ton, I’m so sorry,” she chimes, and I kiss her.

“I don’t mind and you don’t weigh anything laying down,” I tell her, watching her mouth crease at the corners.

“Very funny,” she remarks, but I mean it.

“See?” I ask her, flexing my hand and fingers in front of her, ignoring the lack of sensation which is eventually followed by the pins and needles. “Like nothing,” I confirm again.

She relaxes, sighing and sinking back down to rest against me once I convince her I’m okay.

We lie quietly for a while until I hear my stomach reminding me it’s way past breakfast time and I skipped most of my dinner.

I can feel Katelyn shifting again too eventually.

Nature calls for her and I know we can’t stay in bed all day. Not this bed anyway.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispers, pleasing me by not covering herself as she walks to the bathroom.

Watching the door close and hearing the shower running, I realize her room is a little bigger than I first gave it credit.

Maybe it’s because of the light coming in through the window? Or maybe the world just seems bigger and brighter now.

Now that I’ve staked my claim and if I can help it, I’ll make sure that our first time really is something special.

Katelyn comes out looking bashful now that she’s fully awake, she moves to put a robe on.

“Ah, what do think you’re doing?” I ask her firmly, mock seriousness in my voice.

I pull the covers back, showing her my own hardness, and order her back to bed.

“No clothes or anything to get in my way either,” I command, glad when she obeys me, giggling but still a little unsure of herself.

“I said we can take it slow if you want, Katelyn,” I remind her. “But I would like to take us somewhere else for the day, maybe the rest of the weekend?” I suggest.

Both of us have been