Chapter 2

Kayla hunched over a desk in the quiet corner of the college library, her blonde hair falling like a curtain as she pretended to study. But her focus wasn’t on textbooks. Jerome sat across from her, his 6’2” frame leaning back casually, that stunning athletic body on full display—lean and powerful from years on the track team, dark skin smooth and glistening faintly under the fluorescent lights, broad shoulders stretching his t-shirt, abs hinting through the fabric. He had that confident, easy smile, short-cropped hair, and sharp features that made girls turn. And yeah, she knew what he was packing—thick, veined, a solid 8 inches of BBC that she’d ridden before.

“Lunch break,” she’d whispered earlier, pulling him into the secluded stacks. Now, hidden behind tall shelves, Kayla was on her knees, her skirt hiked up, top pulled low enough for her D-cups to spill out a bit. She wrapped her lips around his cock, already hard and throbbing, taking him deep with practiced ease. Her tongue swirled the head, then slid down the shaft, one hand cupping and gently massaging his heavy balls—rolling them, tugging lightly.

“Mmm ... fuck, yeah,” Jerome murmured low, his hand in her hair, guiding her rhythm. Drool escaped her mouth as she bobbed faster, sloppy and eager, strings of saliva dripping down her chin, soaking into her cleavage and staining her tight top. She looked up at him with those blue eyes, humming around him, the vibrations making him groan softly.

He pulled her up suddenly, strong arms lifting her like she weighed nothing. Kayla gasped as he pinned her against the wall, one hand yanking her panties down her thighs. He balled them up—drenched with her arousal—and stuffed them into her mouth, muffling any sounds. “Shh, keep quiet,” he whispered, smirking.

Then he hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and slammed in. His BBC stretched her perfectly, thick and unyielding as he drilled deep right away—rough, urgent thrusts that had her back scraping the wall. Kayla’s eyes fluttered shut, muffled moans vibrating against the panties. Heaven ... pure fucking heaven. But as he pounded, her mind drifted. Jerome’s grip was strong, but she imagined bigger hands—Ryan’s. That 6’5” frame dwarfing her, his monster 9-incher splitting her open instead.

“Ahh ... uhm...” she whimpered into the gag, body shaking as the fantasy took over. Ryan’s deep voice in her ear, his aura overwhelming her completely. Jerome hit deep, grinding against her spot, and she came hard—whole body convulsing, pussy clenching around him, juices squirting down his shaft. He grunted, thrusting erratically before burying deep and unloading, hot cum flooding her pussy.