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Sugar Plum Isabella Starling, Jenika Snow 2022/8/5 16:59:13

I looked behind me, even though I knew the bedroom door was shut. Then looking back at those panties, I adjusted the fabric so I could get an unobstructed view of the center of it, that piece of material that would’ve been right up against her pussy lips. I cleared my throat as desire washed through me like this violent beast. I reached down and pulled my dick out, slowly stroking myself from root to tip.

A harsh groan left me. And then I brought the crotch of her panties to my nose and mouth, closed my eyes as I inhaled deeply, taking in her scent into my very body. I jerked myself off as I held that material to my face, as I pictured my mouth between her thighs, my tongue pushed deep inside her tight little pussy.

And as I pumped my hand up and down, faster and harder along my dick, I knew there was no going back from this. There was no stopping it. I had to have her, not just in my bed and under me, not just with her legs spread and my shaft pushed deep within her virgin cunt, but as mine.

The mother of my future children.

And those were the things I thought about as I brought her underwear to the crown of my dick, rubbed the silky material over the top, and stroked my palm up and down the length. I pumped my hand harder and faster and gritted my teeth as I let go and came against that material. I saturated that silk with my cum, imagining me doing that along her pussy lips, along her belly.

And in my mind, she fucking loved it.

Fuck. I had it bad for her. But it was a good kind of bad, the kind that showed a person exactly how far a man would go to get what he wanted.

And what I wanted was her, and I wouldn’t stop until I made that my reality. Damn the consequences.

Rosie had spent the better part of the day convincing me to join her for a fraternity party that night. I hadn’t been as thrilled as she was about the prospect, but she’d managed to win me over, making me agree to go to the party with her.

My thoughts still revolved solely around Bastian, but I forced myself to push him out of my mind to focus on other things. I hadn’t seen him that week, and our weekly lunch wasn’t for another few days. I missed him. I wanted him. But I wasn’t brave enough to make another move. Not after he hadn’t even mentioned what happened last time.

“You need to get your mind off him,” Rosie told me, linking her arm through mine as we walked down the sidewalk toward the fraternity house.

“A part of me wishes I could. But I can’t.” I sighed, pulling my quilted jacket tight over my chest with my free hand. “I can’t think of anything but him. I haven’t been able to for years, Rosie.”

“Well, New Year’s Eve will be your next chance.” Rosie winked at me. “I’m sure he won’t be able to resist you, especially in that knockout dress you bought.”

“I hope you’re right.”

We arrived at the party house. The road was full of cars parked anywhere there was space, and the house itself was illuminated in Christmas lights. The music was loud and a little obnoxious, but it was a college party, so I didn’t expect anything less. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to go with her.

Still, it was hard for me to get in the holiday mood. I kept thinking about Bastian.

Whether he’d found a date for the charity function yet.

If he’d take another woman.

Would he think about me if he was holding her hand? Kissed her?

Jealousy twisted my stomach into knots, and I swallowed back a groan. This party would be a nightmare to get through, but I couldn’t break my promise to Rosie.

We walked into the overheated house. It was so hot in there that I peeled off my jacket and cardigan right away, leaving on just a short red-and-white polka dot dress that was a pin-up style. We stashed our coats in one of the empty bedrooms and walked back downstairs to where a drinking area had been set up.

I wasn’t much of a drinker. In fact, I could count the times I’d been drunk on… well, two fingers. But that night, I felt like I had nothing to lose, so I allowed Rosie to hand me a red Solo cup of “punch” and started drinking in long, thirsty gulps. Anything to make me forget about Bastian. Anything to get my mind off him.

“You know Sean’s a part of Kappa Delta Phi, right?” Rosie whisper-hissed at me, and I shrugged at her. “Come on! How can you not care? He’s the hottest guy in our class.”