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

“You know, I like this side of the house better for some reason,” I hear myself saying, making him laugh softly.

“Is that because it’s the side with nothing in it yet?” he asks knowingly, squeezing my hands and belly as he brings me closer to him.

“Yeah, I think there’s definite room for something on this side,” I reflect. Suddenly feeling more at home than ever.

“How ‘bout we go snuggle by that fire?” he asks.

“I thought you were gonna show me that bedroom of ours?” I reply, shivering but not from cold once his hands start to move up to my chest.

“Mm hm,” he promises, and I feel my head falling back as I moan softly, his thick fingers drawing circles around my stiffening chest.

“We can get to the bedroom, and I can show you the bathroom too,” he whispers in my ear before he kisses it, his foot pushes my legs apart as one of his hands finds the heat between them.

“Wes,” I gasp louder. Feeling behind me for what I really want, his thick line of arousal waiting for me as it strains against new denim.

“These really won’t do, will they?” I ask, shuddering as he pops my buttons, sliding a hand down my front.

“Not around the house,” he agrees, and I feel his fingers start to move inside me, my body letting itself fall enough to grind against them as his teeth find the side of my neck.

“Are we… even gonna… make it… to the… bedroom?” I rasp, feeling us both dropping to the floor as he yanks my jeans lower and I get on all fours, growling with the primal lust between us both that matches the heat pouring from my groin.

I hear his zipper and he groans, grunting hard as he grips me from behind. His hands strong on my hips, pulling me towards him as I thrust back, eager to have all of him, fill me in one swift movement.

The relief we feel is instant, skin to skin, but it’s not long before I need more of it.

I need to feel his hardness pounding me hard from behind, filling me with it.

I can hear him grunting, asking me how bad I need him to make me come on his cock, commanding me to say it.

But I’m already crying out, screaming it by the time I feel him pushing my sweater up all the way. My breasts swaying in time with his thick muscular legs grinding up against me as he works my pussy to a heated frenzy inside and out in no time.

True to his word, Wes shows me some more of the house like this, and by the time we reach the bedroom, I’m ready to ride my man to the finish.

He lays on his back and I straddle him, easing myself onto him as those hands work their magic on my chest, squeezing me, kneading me from top and bottom once he has hold of my rear end.

He pulls me onto him and I buck harder, rotating my hips and thrusting up and down until I feel him harder than he’s ever been before.

Bigger inside me than I ever thought possible.

We climax as one, always together and always more intense than the last.

Loving Wes and having him love me isn’t something that has an end, or a beginning. It’ll never peak or trough, I realize.

Our bodies heaving together as we struggle for breath, he asks me officially if I can move in with him.

“I know it’s sudden, only been a few days. But I want you here, with me all the time,” he says, breathless.

“I thought I was moved in?” I pant and he holds my face in his hands.

“I love you, Katelyn and I’m not just saying it.”

I know he does, and I know how much he wants to show me, as much as I promise to live each minute from now on, showing him how much I love him right back.

“We’re not skipping dinner again,” he murmurs after a while, once we’re both dozing and the lights outside have turned on.

“Your treat then,” I mumble, really not feeling like moving, but I manage to sit up on one elbow, watching his nakedness in the darkness, bringing back a plate of cold chicken and a bottle of mineral water.

“Dinner. Is. Served,” he announces, easing back into bed with me, and we share the best meal yet.

The first meal on the first night together in our new home.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Wesley

I thought she’d have trouble sleeping, worrying about our little meeting in the morning. But staying up most of the night just to watch her, I can see she’s slept like a lamb.

I don’t feel like I need sleep right now, I can feel myself buzzing with new life and more excitement than I’ve ever felt before.

Like life actually has meaning now.

Not so much sleep, but we definitely need to eat and I get up early to make us both a proper breakfast, leaving Katelyn to sleep in as long as I can before it’s time to get up.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” she yawns as I pour her coffee, putting a plate of bacon, eggs, and sausage down in front of her too.

“I do,” I tell her. “Plus, how would you get there otherwise?” I remind her, helping myself to the remaining food from the pan and buttering the toast once I hear it pop up.

I eat heartily, and watching her eat too makes me feel a lot better after a few days of hardly eating right.

As if she knows how much it means to me, she shows me her empty plate once she’s done.

“I’m gonna grab a shower,” she says and kisses me on the top of the head as she walks past me.

“I’ll join you,” I promise her, and once the dishes are in the washer I do just that. Able to keep a respectable distance so we don’t get started on where we