LOGINLila's POV
“You ready for me, Lila?” “I can’t wait to have your cock inside me,” I whispered, reaching down to rub my swollen clit right in front of him. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a toned chest and abs that made my mouth water. Then he shoved his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and already leaking at the tip. I stared at it, biting my lip hard. He stepped closer, rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down my wet slit, teasing my entrance and brushing my clit with every slow stroke. I moaned, trying to push my hips forward to take him, but he held my thighs open and kept control. “Not yet,” he murmured, leaning in to suck on my tits again while he kept sliding his cock along my folds, coating himself in my juices. Every time the head nudged my hole I whimpered, aching to be filled. “Please, Darcy… fuck me.” He finally pushed in slowly, inch by inch. I gasped as he stretched me open. He was thick, and the fullness made my eyes roll back. He buried himself deep, then stayed there, grinding against me so his pelvis rubbed my clit. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He started moving in long, deep strokes that made my tits bounce with every thrust. The kitchen was filled with the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, my moans, and his low groans. He fucked me steadily on the counter, one hand gripping my hip, the other playing with my nipples. I could feel another orgasm building, but he slowed down whenever I got close, teasing me, dragging it out. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, repeating it until I was begging. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled against my neck. He kept that slow, torturous pace for what felt like forever. My shirt was off completely so I was naked on his counter. My back arched, my nails digging into his shoulders. When I finally came again, my pussy clenched tight around his cock, milking him as I cried out. He groaned but didn’t cum yet. He pulled out, breathing hard, his cock shiny with my juices. I slid off the counter on shaky legs, dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen floor, and looked up at him. “My turn to make you feel good.” I wrapped my hand around his thick cock and took him into my mouth. I sucked him slowly at first, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting myself on him. Then I took him deeper, bobbing my head, stroking what I couldn’t fit. He groaned, his hand gently guiding my head as I sucked him harder, hollowing my cheeks, slurping noisily. “Fuck, Lila… your mouth feels amazing.” I worked him eagerly, licking down the shaft, sucking his balls, then taking him deep again until he hit the back of my throat. I kept going, faster, wetter, until his thighs started to tense. He pulled me up before he came. “Bend over.” I turned around, leaning over the countertop, pushing my ass out toward him. He kicked my legs apart, grabbed my hips and slammed into me from behind in one hard thrust. I cried out at the sudden depth. He fucked me rough now, no more teasing. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoed through the kitchen. He reached around and rubbed my clit while pounding into me. “Harder,” I moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust. He gave it to me deep and powerful strokes that made my whole body shake. My tits pressed against the cool countertop as he railed me from behind. The pressure built fast this time. I came again, screaming his name, my pussy gushing around his cock. He groaned loudly, slamming into me a few more times before he pulled out and came hard, shooting his um across my ass and lower back. We stayed like that for a moment, both panting. I turned around slowly, smiling up at him, feeling utterly satisfied and glowing. My body was buzzing. “How do you feel?” I asked softly. He looked down at me, his chest still heaving. “Great,” he said with a lazy, sexy smile. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, his hands sliding down to grab both my ass cheeks, squeezing them possessively as he pulled me against him. I melted into the kiss, knowing this night was only beginning.Lila's POV A few days had passed since everything blew up with Claire. Darcy and I had been spending almost every free moment together. The whispers on campus were still there, but when I was with him, none of it mattered. Tonight we were back at his hostel, cooking dinner together like a real couple. The kitchen smelled amazing. I stood at the stove stirring the sauce, wearing one of his big shirts again with nothing underneath. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his body against mine. His chin rested on my shoulder as he watched me stir. “Smells good,” he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through me as he kissed the sensitive spot on the side of my neck. His large hands slid under the hem of the shirt, stroking my bare hips and pulling me tighter against his growing erection. I leaned back into him, smiling. “You’re supposed to be chopping the vegetables, not distracting me.” He chuckled low against my ear, the sound sending heat pooling bet
Lila's POV Claire was still screaming her head off, her face red with rage. “You fucking homewrecking slut! You couldn’t even wait one goddamn day before spreading your legs for my man?!” I sat there frozen, the coffee soaking my shirt and lap, feeling every eye in the room on me. Darcy shot up beside me. “Shut the fuck up, Claire,” he snapped. “You’ve been cheating on me for months. Everyone in the group knew it. I caught you more than once, but I kept forgiving your lying ass because I thought I loved you. And what happened at the party, we’re done. So stop acting like the victim.” Claire laughed bitterly. “Oh, so now you’re defending this bitch? After everything I did for you? She probably planned this shit the whole time!” “She had nothing to do with our breakup,” he shot back, his voice rising. “You fucked that up all by yourself. Lila is someone I’m actually interested in. Stay the fuck away from her, or I will have your ass reported for harassment. I mean it.” he warned se
Lila's POV I woke up first the next morning, still naked and sore in the best way. My body ached from everything we did last night. Round after round until I lost count. He had fucked me in the kitchen, on his bed, against the wall… I smiled at the memories as I slipped on one of his big polos. I went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. Something simple, but I wanted to do something nice for him. A few minutes later, he walked in, shirtless in just his boxers. He looked so damn good with that messy bed hair. I turned and gave him a huge smile. “Good morning,” I said brightly. He stepped closer with a hot, lazy smile. “Good morning, vixen.” his hand slid down and grabbed my ass, squeezing it firmly, pulling me against him. I chuckled and leaned into his body, loving the way he touched me. “Wanna take me right now?” I whispered, pressing my hips against him. “Do you mind?” he asked, his voice already rough. I shook my head, biting my lip. “For the record… I’m not wearin
Lila's POV “You ready for me, Lila?” “I can’t wait to have your cock inside me,” I whispered, reaching down to rub my swollen clit right in front of him. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a toned chest and abs that made my mouth water. Then he shoved his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and already leaking at the tip. I stared at it, biting my lip hard. He stepped closer, rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down my wet slit, teasing my entrance and brushing my clit with every slow stroke. I moaned, trying to push my hips forward to take him, but he held my thighs open and kept control. “Not yet,” he murmured, leaning in to suck on my tits again while he kept sliding his cock along my folds, coating himself in my juices. Every time the head nudged my hole I whimpered, aching to be filled. “Please, Darcy… fuck me.” He finally pushed in slowly, inch by inch. I gasped as he stretched me open. He was thick, and the fullness made my eyes roll b
Lila's POV I stepped out of the bathroom wearing only Darcy’s oversized shirt. It hung loose on my body, the hem brushing my thighs, and it carried his scent. So damn masculine it made my stomach flutter. I needed something comfortable to sleep in and this felt intimate. Like I was already his. “All good,” he said, giving me a thumbs up though his eyes lingered a second longer than necessary. I smiled and walked into his small kitchen. “Your place is actually really nice,” I told him, looking around. “Thanks.” I pulled up a stool across from the countertop where he was finishing up some quick food. “How are you feeling, really?” I asked softly. “It doesn’t even seem like you just broke up with her. Thanks to you being here with me tonight, I guess.” He gave me a small, genuine smile. “Yeah, weirdly it doesn’t. Thanks to you.” “You’re welcome.” He chuckled. I caught myself and laughed too, “Okay, no more ‘thank you’ and ‘you’re welcome.’ It sounds too polite like
Lila's POV I’ve had a crush on Darcy for what feels like forever. Three months of hoping he would notice me, of laughing a little louder when he was nearby and looking up every time I heard his voice. But no matter what I did, he never really looked my way. Or if he did, he ignored my hints completely. Meanwhile, he was openly in love with Claire, a girl who didn't deserve a single piece of him. They were actually dating, even though everyone in our group knew she was cheating on him. Maybe he knew too, but he loved her enough to forgive her every time and take her back. Tonight we were all playing truth or dare. Claire was tucked under Darcy's arm like she owned the world. She kind of did, as far as Darcy was concerned. The game started with me. “Lila, I dare you to kiss Darcy.” someone in the group said. My heart immediately started racing as every eye turned toward us. For one stupid second, I actually thought it might happen. But Darcy shook his head. “Nah bro. Claire’s







