A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 29
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 29 - A Better Man follows the talented David Dawson, who is brimming with charm, a messed-up love life, and many lessons that go far beyond the playbook. He’s setting the stage for winning the ultimate prize: a national championship. David is pulling out all the stops in his campaign, working his network to build a juggernaut while dealing with business calamities, completing his education, and navigating minefields in his love life.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Humor School Group Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Safe Sex Slow
They went back to Cammie’s place, a one-bedroom condo near campus.
“How about we sit and talk before we do anything more?” David asked.
Cammie gave him a worried look but sat next to him.
“So... ‘Ice Princess’?” David asked.
He’d heard about her reputation.
Cammie closed her eyes and shook her head.
“Are we really having this conversation?” she asked.
“I’m sure there’s a story there, and I want to know what I’m getting into.”
“There’s a difference between taking care of someone because you love them and taking care of someone because you want them to love you.”
“Ah,” David said, getting what she’d just revealed.
Kids who went to USC mostly came from money, which attracted hangers-on. It sounded like a guy Cammie was infatuated with had taken advantage, and she’d figured it out. At least she was self-aware enough to admit her role in the relationship.
“So, you’ve been protecting yourself, and the girls on the swim team took that as you weren’t interested in random hook-ups,” David said.
“Until I saw you.”
“Pain has a way of toughening us. Each new relationship that goes wrong adds a layer to the shell we put up, like the nacre of a pearl, until we think ourselves impenetrable. We decide we’re immune to all possible feelings. What fools we are to believe it,” David said.
“Sounds like you have some experience in relationships gone wrong,” Cammie said, “and maybe with philosophy or poetry.”
“I went so far as to get a faux girlfriend at one point for events that required a plus-one.”
“That’s messed up.”
“Well, I was messed up,” David admitted.
“You aren’t anymore?” Cammie asked.
David held his palm out and tilted his hand back and forth as he said, “Eh.”
Cammie giggled.
“It’s nice to know I’m not the only one with baggage.”
“That’s why I wanted to talk before we got naked. I want to be clear that we’re both doing this for fun and nothing else, that there’re no expectations this will turn into a great romance or anything,” David said.
“I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” Cammie said. “Besides, what’s wrong with possibly wanting more at some point?”
“Nothing, as long as you realize we aren’t yet at that point. Now, if you do a few things on my ‘special list,’ I might be on board,” David said, grinning mischievously.
“Let’s just say that if we get to your ‘special list,’ you’ll have checked a few off mine. I’m not opposed to a little tit-for-tat.”
“I’ve been told I talk things to death. Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” David asked.
He liked that Cammie had some spunk. He should’ve realized that, given she’d not caved in to her teammates’ pressure to spend time with some rando.
David had to fix the boner in his pants the second he stood up. She saw him make the adjustment and laughed. He couldn’t deny his arousal, so he just shrugged.
“It’s your fault,” David said, and she slapped his butt as he walked by her.
“Careful: spanking me is on the list,” David said.
“It’s on mine, too, so I think we’re off to a good start.”
The sexual beast roared. This was about to get interesting.
It really was a gorgeous cock: big, hard, thick, long, smooth, with steel-hard rigidity. Cammie wanted to blow him, wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted to feel that man-meat throbbing between her lips as he flooded her mouth with cum.
“Damn,” David moaned.
She jerked him slowly, with a grip that was gentle, delicate, and with slow and easy movements. They had all night, and she wanted this to last.
While Cammie blew him, David smiled and unbuttoned her top so he could play with her braless breasts. His other hand was in her hair to help guide her efforts, but she backed away.
“Get in the middle of the bed,” Cammie ordered.
David moved to where she wanted him, and Cammie crawled up and leaned over his midsection so she could suck his cock. He took the opportunity to grab her ass, and as his hand brushed her sex through her panties, Cammie quivered with sudden pleasure.
She was wet, hot, and aware that her panties were soaked through. As her head bobbed up and down his shaft, his thick finger continued brushing over her panty-covered sex. Cammie felt herself clench with sudden excitement as his finger grazed her clit, making her gulp as her hips jerked.
“MhhmmmMmmm,” Cammie moaned around his cock.
She gave him a dirty look, but he wore a self-satisfied grin. In response, his fingers teased pleasure from her core. A surge of excitement intensified as he snaked his long fingers under the leg band of her underwear. Skin-on-skin contact almost made her lose her mind.
Cammie pulled off his dick and asked, panting, “What are you doing?”
David waggled his eyebrows as he eased her panties off her ass, and she lifted her knees one at a time so he could pull them off. He tossed them to the side, and his hand returned to her sex, and his thick middle finger slid between her folds.
It was David’s turn to squirm as she sucked his balls while digging her fingernails into the base of his sac.
“Easy!” David hissed.
She let his balls roll out of her mouth and lightly brushed the tip of his cock back and forth over her lips, which she then parted. Cammie eased the head of his dick back into her mouth, sliding his member deeper between her lips and onto her tongue. She loved the feel of his thickness filling her mouth.
She also loved how huge he felt in her mouth. The tip was the size of a large mushroom, and the shaft was almost as wide. It was so thick that she thought her jaw might come unhinged, like a python’s did when it swallowed its prey.
Cammie enjoyed the manly taste of his cock.
“You could teach classes,” David whimpered. “I love seeing your lips stretched around Mr. Happy.”
She groaned when she realized he’d named his cock. She would’ve laughed out loud if her mouth hadn’t been full at the moment.
Cammie quickly compared David to Doug, her ex. David was definitely longer and thicker than Sponge Boy, as she now called him. Eight ... nine inches? It was big enough to choke her if he ever tried to push all of it into her mouth.
She pulled off long enough to say, “This cock is fucking perfect,” and then returned to the task at hand.
David’s eyes were closed, and he looked contented. Cammie had a firm hold on the base of his shaft as she decided to see how much of it she could take. She began to slide her lips down his shaft until they met her fingers around the base of his cock. The head mashed into the entrance of her throat, causing her to gag.
“Easy, Princess,” David worried as he licked his lips. “If you want a pro tip, tilt your head so it goes straight into your throat, and then swallow to help get it all.”
Cammie again pulled off and asked, “So, you’ve sucked cock before?”
His laugh was dark and rich, like a pint of Guinness as he flipped her off. With a grin, she tried to slay the dragon again. This time, her goal wasn’t to try to deep-throat him; Cammie wanted to get him off. Doug had always performed much better if he came before the main event.
She could tell David was now solely focused on receiving head because he’d quit trying to arouse her, and his hips jerked involuntarily each time she made a downstroke. Cammie got a good rhythm going as she bobbed up and down on his length.
When David rested his hand on the back of her head, she smacked it away. Her ex had a bad habit of holding her head as he got close to cumming; he felt the need to skull-fuck her. She might not be there today if he’d had David’s monster.
David’s cock tasted like a man should, with a salty tang that flooded her mouth with saliva, causing her to swallow continuously so she didn’t drool all over his balls.
David’s eyes met Cammie’s, sending a jolt of desire through her body. She wanted him to possess her, to surrender herself to his maleness and allow him to ravage her body. Had it been so long since she got any that the first guy to show up could have this sway over her?
Cammie realized it might have something to do with him being David frickin’ Dawson, movie star and quarterback. She guessed that almost every coed at USC, and even some of the guys, would trade places with her in a heartbeat.
Before she got too far down the rabbit hole of self-doubt, Cammie refocused on the job at hand: sucking his cock ... or ‘Mr. Happy,’ as he called it.
It didn’t take long for her efforts to bear fruit. David’s breathing became more labored, and his hip twitches became more pronounced as his hand returned to stroking her hair, urging her on. Cammie recognized he was about to cum when he sucked in his breath, and his hips forced his cock into her mouth. If she hadn’t had a death grip on the base of his shaft, he would’ve buried his dick well past her tonsils.
“Fucking hell, woman,” David bellowed.
Cammie wanted him to be more than satisfied with her blowjob; she wanted to give him the best oral he’d ever had. When he tried to drown her in cum, she suspected she’d succeeded.
Once David caught his breath, he asked, “Do you know what I want?”
“I know what I want: I want you inside me right now,” Cammie said.
Sensation shot through her like a drug. She wanted him, and she wanted him to have his way with her until she erupted. Cammie’s clit thrummed in anticipation; she wanted him to touch her there, for his caress to ease the ache that grew within her. All rational thought fled as primal instinct took over.
Cammie gasped as his fingers probed inside her.
“Is this what you want?” David asked.
She moaned in pleasure. How could she answer if he scrambled her mind with his touch? Cammie wanted him to continue, or else she would feel like dying if he stopped.
“I want this. I want you to touch me and more,” Cammie pleaded, her voice husky with desire.
“Where?”
Those nimble fingers of his were purposely bending her to his will.
“There!” Cammie gasped when he found a sensitive spot. “Don’t stop, please!”
She couldn’t believe that he had her begging. Cammie felt herself getting wetter, and out of the corner of her eye, during those moments when she could focus, she saw that he was becoming erect again.
His fingers delved deep within the folds of her womanhood, probing her tunnel, and she couldn’t help but moan for more. Cammie began to rock against his fingers, arching to meet his hand as his digits continuously explored her depths. She felt not one, not two, but three fingers inside her, stretching her poor kitty as far as it would go.
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