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“Shhh,” he murmured, his tongue colliding with hers. “Someone will hear.”

Kristina tried her very best to be quiet, even when his hands began touching her and hurriedly removing her clothes. She did the same, feeling his huge body with her own hands and loving how hard he felt. His mouth trailed lower, his hands sliding down her top and bra and exposing her breasts to the air.

“Jesus! You’ve got pretty tits,” he praised. Then he took one nipple in her mouth and thumbed the other, setting a rhythm that had her writhing while standing up. He squeezed and pleased her globes, and Kristina had to pull his head back up so they could kiss again. Her hand slid down and inside his unbuttoned pants, and she gasped when she finally wrapped her hand around his erection.

The rumors were true. Oh, my God. He was huge. She had a feeling he would be, but…she hadn’t expected him to be this huge. And he was thick. She looked down, fascinated at his pale smoothness and the mushroom-shaped tip. There were thin veins wrapped around his shaft, and he had to be around nine inches, verging on ten.

Kristina grew wetter at the thought of his cock buried inside her pussy, and she couldn’t wait.

They both slid his pants lower to his knees, then slid her panties down. He fingered her pussy for a few seconds, groaning quietly.

“Fuck. You’re drenched.”

“Fuck me, Derek,” she demanded softly.

Derek chuckled, a low, dark sound. Then he turned her around and pressed her front against the wall, his hands sliding her cheerleading skirt up but not removing it. A thrill went up her belly at the move. His hands proceeded to squeeze her ass, telling her how huge and plump it was. Kristina wiggled it in response, and his chuckle turned into a low groan.

Then she felt her pussy entrance being stretched—wider and wider, his cock entering her wet hole from behind in a slow, steady motion. She thought she’d been prepared for how huge he looked, but it was so much different now that she could actually feel him sliding in. She spread her legs wider and braced herself as he gave one final push. He was now buried to the hilt, and she bit her lower lip to stifle the moan of pleasure that tried to get out of her throat.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a ragged breath. “You’re so tight.”

In response, she wiggled her butt again, pushing back against him. He touched her core and had pleasure spreading down her toes, and she could tell the move pleased him too when she heard his groan cutting off mid-air.

Hands on her hips, Derek slid out of her slowly, letting her enjoy the moment until his tip was touching her slit. Then he slid back in until his tip was touching her inner walls again, repeating the process smoothly. His thrusts were expert and firm, and she loved every second of it.

The enclosed space and their activity had them both sweating soon, but Kristina didn’t care, as it only added to the slickness. He moved with purpose, fucking her so sensually that she felt herself lose control and thrust her ass back at him repeatedly, wanting him to stretch her further.

Derek’s hands weren’t idle. They kept caressing her skin, one gripping her hair firmly and turning her head to the side so she could receive his wet, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues and warm breaths tangled, and he quieted her moans as he kept moving his cock in and out of her pussy.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart,” Derek whispered. “So fucking tight and good.”

“You’re so big,” Kristina replied. “Fuck me harder, Derek. Please.”

Derek chuckled again. Then he did as she asked, his speed increasing as he plunged faster inside her hole. He fucked her raw, his hand squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples repeatedly. Electricity spread through her body at his ministrations, her arousal heightening.

She was about to beg him to tell her dirty words again, the one kink that she just couldn’t resist. But he was faster than her, already murmuring in her ear how fucking her was incredible, how he’d wanted her since she transferred in this school, and how her tight body turned him on. The words in turn multiplied her pleasure until she was blind and mindless to everything.

Derek was pistoning inside her now, his hips surging forward over and over as he squeezed and massaged her ass. Kristina braced her palms on the wall, her body swaying in time to his movements. Then she felt it—his finger snaking in and flicking her clit, playful and hard.

Before Kristina knew it, she was already exploding in climax, and her last moan could no longer be contained. Derek kept pumping inside her, his movements almost harsh as she clenched her muscles around him.

“I’m coming,” he rasped.

Without wasting time, Kristina pushed him back and turned around. Then she knelt down and slid his cock inside her mouth, sucking him just in time. She felt him explode inside her throat, heard him groan as his hand gripped her hair tight. She swallowed every drop of his load, the texture thick and the taste slightly salty. Derek groaned in approval.

Kristina smiled, contented.

“You’re amazing,” he breathed out.

Yes, she was. And that wasn’t the last he’d had of her.

She couldn’t wait for his huge cock to be inside her again.

***

Jessica watched from a hidden corner as Derek and Kristina slipped out of the janitor’s closet. She’d followed Kristina after the female had left their locker room, trying to figure out what secret she was hiding and what that wink was all about. Apparently, her suspicion was right.

Disbelief coursed through her at the sight of Derek’s rumpled hair, and the satisfied post-glow on Kristina’s face.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they’d been up to.

They were only inside for a few minutes, which confirmed that it was just a quick fuck. But damn…Kristina got to tap that? Disbelief was replaced with jealousy.

Jealousy because Jessica wanted Derek to fuck her, too.

She licked her lips, watching his hard body as it disappeared around the corner. He really was hot.

It looked like she was just going to have to seduce him harder.





CHAPTER TWO



The next day, Jessica wore her tightest dress—a pale yellow sundress that showed off her dark skin and made her brown eyes stand out. She took care to make her already curly hair extra curly, then put on some light makeup to make her lashes and lips stand out.

The effect was successful. Women in campus wouldn’t stop complimenting her on how she looked, and she could see most men she passed by giving her hungry looks, too. She smiled sweetly at all of them, then waited for Derek to pass by this particular hallway.

Ten minutes later, he was walking in her direction—and she watched him pause for a bit as he noticed her. His gaze trailed down from her feet, stopping briefly at the short hem of her dress, then her cleavage, before finally settling on her mouth.

She licked her lips. His blue eyes darkened. Then he looked up.

He looked so good today in his worn jeans and red sweater. As usual, his bulge was noticeable beneath his pants, and her hands itched. But instead of staring at it, she kept her gaze on his face.

Then she gave him a brilliant smile.

“Hey, Derek,” she greeted sweetly.

Derek smiled slowly. “Hey, Jess. You look great.”

She smiled back seductively. “I look better in a uniform.”

His smile turned into a heart stopping grin. “I can’t wait to see that.”

She winked. Then Jessica walked away, swaying her hips and knowing his gaze was trained on her butt. Yes, let him look. She was just getting started.

Practice was grueling and fun, the adrenaline giving her energy as she instructed the team to try out the new routine she’d choreographed. Just beside them, the football team was also doing some drills, their coach yelling instructions at the top of his voice.

During break, she sauntered over nearer to them just as Derek was walking towards the players’ bench. His gaze zoned in on her, and she didn’t break eye contact as he smiled at her.

“Hey, again.”

“Hey. Didn’t I tell you I look better in a uniform?”

His gaze travelled down appreciatively. “Yeah, you do.”

She leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “You look good out there.”

That slow smile he had grew wide. “You should see where else I look good.”

Her body heated at his words, a rush of euphoria. There was no mistaking what that meant.

When break was over, she kept the flirting going, using eye contact and always pointing her butt and chest in his direction. On the second break, it was Derek who sauntered over to where she was.

“Didn’t know you were so flexible,” he muttered under his breath.

She smirked at him and posed. “I’m very flexible—and not just in cheerleading.”

His blue eyes darkened at that.

It went on. She would flirt with him and he’d respond, or vice versa. A thrill went up her spine when she caught him looking at her mouth one time. Grinning, she turned back to tell the team to take their last break. Her words stopped when her eyes landed on Kristina, who looked positively green with jealousy. So she noticed the flirting. Good.

In response, Jessica merely raised a brow at her. Then she indulged the Latina with a triumphant smile until the other looked away.

A few minutes later, practice ended. It was already dark by that time as Jessica hitched her bag on her shoulder, trying to decide where to eat. But just as she was about to leave, she watched in surprise as Derek walked over in her direction.