PREVIEW of a new short erotica - Perfect Strangers (Patreon)

Short extract below of a new short piece coming early for supporters! Mackenzie invites Jake from her finance course over to help with a study problem but things quickly get heated and passionate in the dorm room as Jake decides to take control. 

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“I know we’re supposed to be studying but it's hard to focus.” She looks up with a meek expression on her face, a few seeds of doubt planting in her mind as her gaze flutters around my face, across my jawline and to my arms.

“I don’t think we’re going to be just study partners Mackenzie.” Her eyes tell me everything I need to know, she’s hungry for passion, for excitement, starved of adventure and too shy to admit it to the world. I lean in again, slower this time but with a bit more aggression as I take her lips, my other hand reaching to her hair and cheeks and brushing down lightly. I feel her breathing intensify, her lungs working harder to accommodate her excitement, her cheeks burning red with lust and the first blushes of desire. She tastes delicious, minty strawberry aroma lining spread across all of her tongue and spilling into my mouth.

“We’re two complete strangers, I’ve never done this before.” She bleats softly into my ears. I feel the first rush of arousal, her words a perfect aphrodisiac in the late Summer heat. It was a hot scenario the more I thought about it. I hold my mouth against her ear and whisper back to her, my other hand cradling her neck and grabbing a fistful of her hair as her heart hammers at a rapid tempo.

“Neither have I. It doesn’t make me want you any less. Let me show you.” I crawl further onto the bed getting in position on top of her, letting her admire me from below, my stomach over hers and our heads inches from each other.

She relaxes even more, her hands reaching out for my forearms and tracing up to my shoulders, letting her fingernails scrape across my exposed veins and muscles. Our mouths meet again in a satisfying clash as I stroke her neck and rub her collarbone and shoulders. I want to move my hands across every inch of this girl and let her think about my touch for weeks on end. It is a nice visual in this position, full control of her against her soft pillow, trapped under my kneeling body, her luscious breasts spread out under the white top as I see she isn’t wearing a bra. My grip goes further south on her, letting my hands trail down the side of her, as she murmurs against my mouth, breathy short inhales between each embrace.