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

And I know that’s it.

I’m done.

I can’t hold it anymore even if I tried.

With one final thrust, I feel his potency swell and pulse inside me, my hole convulsing over his thick rod.

He swears loudly and all I can hear is someone screaming his name, some woman who sounds like she’s lost her mind.

She’s laughing, then she’s crying, and she’s me.

I’m pushing back harder onto Wes again, grinding up against his hard heat, suddenly purring and mewing. Gasping and moaning.

A pleasure like nothing else, and a feeling I know I won’t forget in a hurry either.

With any luck, if such a thing’s even possible. I think we should try for this all again, and as soon as possible.

I can’t hold myself up on all fours any longer and I collapse face first onto the bed.

Wes moves his legs on either side of me, he leans forward, staying inside me, running his hands along my arms to find my hands, our fingers lacing together.

We’re both panting like wild animals still, and the aftershocks of our shared climax ripple through us both for what feels like ages before we’re spooning again.

Wes is the big spoon and I’m the little spoon.

No need to cover ourselves, our own body heat feels like enough to keep us warm like this forever.

Neither of us says anything for a long time because there are no words for what we just did.

When I finally can or do say anything, it’s to tell him I love him and he holds me closer, tighter, and tells me the same.

“I love you, Katelyn. My Katelyn,” he says, sounding the happiest, most relieved I’ve ever heard anyone sound.

“I really am,” I tell him, bringing his hand up to my face and kissing it.

“I’m yours, Wes. Forever and ever.”

The hum from the hot tub in the bathroom lulls us both off into a light sleep, but I don’t know if I can ever sleep again.

Not without doing what we just did at least one more time.

I don’t think I could leave this life without doing that every day I’m alive.

Doing it with Wes, and having him hold me like this.

“You still want a fancy dinner?” he asks, his voice all sleepy and funny with his face pressed into my neck.

I shake my head, smiling.

“Can they send it up here?” I ask him, and he readily agrees.

“But not straight away,” I suggest, leaning back some more, curving my back so my ass finds his manhood, which instantly starts to throb to life.

“No,” he agrees. “Not just yet.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Wesley

I know it’s her first time, but damn. She’s a natural when it comes to knowing what she wants and showing her man just how to give it to her.

I’ve gone from needing her, to claiming her, to having her and now I’m just plain obsessed with her.

All in the space of less than a day.

The moment I saw those hips though, I wanted to grab them hard. Bury myself balls deep inside her and fill her up.

When she begs me to do just that so we can share the most amazing climax, I know I’m truly blessed.

She’s an angel sent from heaven, I know she is.

I have no idea what time it is by the time she’s soaking in the tub, but from the attitude I get from the concierge when I call down, I figure it’s late.

Later than our dinner reservation, apparently, and ask if they mind sending up the food instead?

He’s straining to sound polite, but warns me it will be a while and there’ll be an extra charge.

“No problem,” I tell him gladly, convinced nothing in life could upset me ever again after what I’ve just experienced tonight.

“If you could though, just knock when it’s at the door and leave it. I’ll take it from there,” I tell him and hang up, heading back to the tub myself.

“This tub is bigger than my bathroom,” I observe, trying to remember if I even have a hot tub at home.

I think I do, somewhere. One of the houses does anyway.

Katelyn has her head back, her eyes closed but opens them once I get back into the tub, moving over to me and settling herself in front of me.

I wrap my arms around her and only relax fully once I feel her resting against me.

Her head’s back again, but resting on my chest, and her eyes close as we both sigh with contentment.

“I’ve told them to bring the food up, might be a while though. I think it’s late,” I murmur, letting my eyes rest too.

“Mmm hmm,” Katelyn murmurs.

The hot tub simmers and relaxes us both to the point of near sleep by the time I hear the gentle knock at the door, the low voice of room service.

“Food?” Katelyn asks dreamily, holding my arms for a little longer when I start to stir to get up again.

“I’ll bring it in here if you like,” I suggest, making her laugh.

“We can’t eat sitting in a hot tub,” she says until she realizes I’m not kidding.

There are wooden slats that slot into place across the tub, designed for that very purpose, I tell her.

I watch her watching me as I get out of the water, hoping she has the same appetite for food as watching me naked.

“I’m ravenous,” she calls out after me as I duck my head around the front door, making sure they’ve gone.

I wheel in the trolley of silver domes, the rich smells and heat still sizzling from under one or two of them.

I have no idea what was ordered. I just told them to have the room made up like this and that we’d be down for a “romantic dinner for two”.

I never told them what time though. The clock on the mantle tells me it’s after ten.

Not that late. But just late enough to anger a chef who’s probably closing their kitchen for the night.

Katelyn makes me even hungrier with her lip-smacking and ooh’s and ah’s over all the