Claiming My College Roommate's Dad (Chapter Four)

The boys I'd been with were a means to an end. He was an artist. He spent an hour teaching my body things I never knew it could feel, and I begged him for more.

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"Are you sure?"

The question was a rumble in his chest, a vibration against my own body. I couldn't form words. My world had narrowed to the space between my legs and the dark intent in his eyes. I just gave a short, desperate nod, my hips pushing up off the desk, a silent plea.

Yes. Fuck, yes.

That was all the permission he needed. He pulled back just an inch, just enough to hook his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and shove them down past his hips. My breath caught in my throat. In the dim, gray light filtering through the window, his cock sprang free, and it was... amazing.

I'd been with guys before, fumbled around with boys from my classes who were all enthusiastic and quick on the trigger. This was different. This was a man. It was thick, heavier than anything I'd ever seen up close, with a slight upward curve. The head was a dark plum color, slick and glistening with a thick bead of precum.

It was beautiful. It was terrifying. I wanted it more than anything.

He took my hips in his hands, his grip firm and sure, and repositioned me on the very edge of the desk, my legs dangling. He guided the head of his cock to my entrance. I was so wet, I was practically dripping onto the floor, but as the blunt, wide tip of him pressed against me, I knew it was going to be tight.

He pushed, slowly. The thick crown of his cock slid past my outer lips, stretching me in a way I'd never felt. I let out a sharp, involuntary gasp. It was a feeling that was half pain, half the most intense pleasure I'd ever known.

He paused, only the head of him inside me, and looked at my face. He must have seen the shock in my eyes, the mix of pain and wonder. A flicker of something knowing crossed his face.

He'd realized. He knew I'd never had anything like this before.