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gloriousludpriest · 5 days ago

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thinkin' about . .. . riding nicholas wearing nothing but his leather jacket ❜ ‧₊˚ 💭 ✩ ₊˚

having NICHOLAS sprawled out on the mattress, his hands clutching the velvety sheets, his knuckles turning white as he fights to remain his control. his chest glistening with a sheer layer of sweat, goosebumps erupting on his skin as the cold, january air hits his overheated body. his breaths coming out in short gasps as he watches you bounce up and down on his impressive length; the crown of his cock hitting your cervix every time you lower yourself to meet his hips with a wet, erotic smack.

nicholas' infamous leather jacket is hanging loose on your shoulders, gracing your naked body, making your boyfriend's breath hitch. the way your hips move on top of him, grinding down to chase after the intense pleasure only he can give you; the way your mouth opens in a silent scream every time he bottoms out; the way your tits bounce with every, delicious thrust. it's almost too much.

" shittt — you're so fucking big. fuckin' me so good ", you moan shamelessly, balancing yourself with your hands on his big thighs, giving nicholas a clear view of your body as you arch your back. your eyes roll back into your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you rock your hips back and forth, feeling nicholas' dick rearrange your insides with how deep he is.

NICHOLAS can only groan in response; his eyes transfixed by the way the eiffel tower lights creep into the room, illuminating your beautiful face with how bright they are. your glossy, full lips part as you whine loudly, throwing yourself down onto his cock again, again and again.

he can't stand not touching you; not for long. his fingers claw at the skin of your defined hips with urgency, guiding your movements with his tight yet soft grip. his own hips begin to move underneath you, snapping into you slowly, meeting your bounces halfway, making the both of you groan in unison.

the air is slick with tension; the smell of sex, leather and NICHOLAS' heavenly cologne fills your nostrils, making your mind hazy with pleasure. you grind your hips down while he thrusts up into your tight hole, causing your clit to rub against his pelvic bone with every movement. you're crying out into the chilly air, meeting his dark, half-lidded eyes. you watch the way his face twists in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape as he lets the quiet whines escape.

" 'm so close, fuck — ride this dick baby, c'mon " he rasps, lifting you up by an inch, giving himself more room to fuck up into you with a newfound determination. you grip nicholas' shoulders for balance, and, with the little energy you have left, you grind back and forth against his lower abdomen, chasing after your pleasure.

you feel NICHOLAS' cock twitch inside you, his muscles bulging as he grips your skin a little tighter. " you look so good in my fuckin' clothes. gonna pump you nice and full of my cum, yeah? can this tight little pussy take this? ", he coos, and you can only nod in response, tears falling down your face, dripping onto your chest as the coil in your stomach tightens.

NICHOLAS' cock throbs inside you, and he groans lowly, his back arching off the mattress — ropes after ropes of his warm, fresh load filling your insides, stuffing you full. you fall forward, feeling your own orgasm take over, your pussy gushing around his dick, squeezing him so tightly it's almost impossible for NICHOLAS to fuck up into you anymore.

" oh, yes — fuck, fuck, fuck ", he moans, gripping your ass and pushing you down onto him, stuffing you full of his cock and cum. your hash cries tickle NICHOLAS' neck as you grind down lazily, riding your own high and milking him of everything he had for you.

he cums so much it starts to leak out of your clenching hole, dripping down onto his tight balls and onto the ruined sheets. you sigh when NICHOLAS continues to slowly fuck up into you, pumping you full of his cum — just like he promised.

he slowly lifts you up from his chest, smearing your tears and saliva all over your cheeks, the fire in his gaze unrelenting. with a small, satisfied smirk, he reaches down to collect some of your mixed cum from the base of his cock on his thumb — tapping his soaked digit against your quivering lower lip immediately after.

" suck. you know allll about that, yeah? ", he rasps lowly, and you have no choice but to obey. you take his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it — tasting yourself and NICHOLAS on his finger. he pushes it further into your mouth, making you gag slightly. he only smiles, slapping your ass roughly as his hips snap off the mattress to pound into you again.

" think you can cum again f'me, honey? please? "

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gloriousludpriest · 1 month ago

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The Luckiest Man Alive

PART 2: The Chapter where Don Hume meets Evangeline Brown.

The library had become your sanctuary these last two weeks since starting your freshman year at Washington State University. At first it was because of the way it made you feel more studious in your studies. The feeling of being around endless pages of knowledge. Then it was because the library was far quieter than your dormitory room, which you shared with a clarinet player by day and giggling radio enthusiast by night. Your roommate loved sound, and you- well you didn’t enjoy noise quit as much.

You had grown up in a house full of loud boys. You being the youngest of four, you were acustome to the loud sounds that always traveled through your childhood home. In turn, it had made you respect the quiet when it happened. So when you decided to go off to college to become a nurse, you knew that the best place to relax was somewhere without any noisy outside interferences.

So, the library was now your favorite spot. If anyone was being voluminous in any way, they were often scolded by one of the librarians. It half occurred to you one night as you sat up with a book to your nose that it wouldn’t be half bad to change your major now to library science. It might be a tad bit easier than the bite you currently chewed.

When you were not studying or in class you were at the hospital. It was part of your curriculum to be put into the field and as much as it scared you to no end - it had also made you feel alive.

Today, you had decided to write home before you would have to digest a whole 73 page chapter from your human anatomy book.

As your pencil hit the paper to write your first word A hand grabs the white lined paper from the desk.

Surprised, you quickly glance up to see Joyce, your best friend, giving a questionable look at your blank paper.

“You’ve been here an awful long time not to have anything written down silly.” She giggled, placing the paper back down.

You sighed softly. You didn’t have much time to spare before you had to be at the hospital for your shift.

“I was taking a break from reading or else my eyes were going to pop out of my skull. Thought I’d write my family to know I’m still alive.” You confessed.

She gave you a sympathetic smile. “Your parents know that their savings are not being wasted and you’re slaving away to make them proud.”

The depression had hit your family as it did many others. With a handful of kids to care for it was hard for your family to save for all of their further educations.

You were the second to go off to college. Your oldest brother was studying to become an Engineer, graduating from Cal in the fall. The other two had began working for your father as a tradesman rather quickly. Making themselves working men made your father proud, just in a different way.

As the youngest and only daughter, you felt as thought you had to strive for the best. He was an athlete, a confident man and one who wanted all his children to succeed as he had. It gave you that much more pressure to do well in school.

“Take a break and come to the mess hall with me!”Joyce’s question rang out loudly in the almost silent room.

Pressing your finger to your lips, you pleaded with her not to make a scene in the library. Giggles erupt from her as you gathered all of your books and stuffed your blank letter into your massager bag hastily before a librarian came over to slap them both on the wrists.

As soon as you stepped out from the buildings clutches you let out a loud sigh. “I’m starving!”

Joyce link arms with you as you made your way to the dining area. Eyes skimming the campus, you smiled softly to yourself at how lucky of a chance it was for you to be there. You couldn’t blow it.

“You know, it’s been real fun the last few weeks here hasn’t it?” Joyce sang out. Ever since you met her, she's had this way of always bringing happiness and light into any room she was in. She was the taller more confident of the two of you, but she always said she admired your natural beauty and ability to learn things quickly.

The two of you had always been friends. For as long as you could remember your duo did everything together - so there wasn’t any way that you were not going to go off to the same college. Joyce just made things much more enjoyable.

You two were also making new friends fast. Joyce had introduced you to her roommate, Doris, on the second day on campus. She had what seemed like a whole team of really nice females that always followed her around.

You had started to noticed boys looking at you in a different way since starting at the University as well. They talked to you often, smiled at you more, and sometimes just stared for longer than you were sometimes comfortable with. Romance wasn’t in your cards in your high school years. You had secretly hoped it would be different now, but you hadn’t meet anyone yet that struck your fancy.

Joyce said you didn’t try hard enough because you are always at the library. ‘How will you meet a boy if you’re always someplace where you can’t even talk!’ She would joke - even though you both know there was a lot of truth to her words.

Joyce opened her mouth to say something to you when she suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her arm still around yours caused you to also take a halt from walking.

“What has you spooked?”

Joyce pressed her lips together, eyes never leaving the crowd that was now in front of the mess hall.

“You’re not going to believe me but I think I just saw Joe Rantz again, he was just in my seminar this morning!” She exclaimed.

Your jaw dropped, playfully smacking your friend’s arm. “Oh, don’t tell me you're still swooning over him after all this time?!”

“No…Well, he had that crush on me don’t you remember?”

“You never let me forget now did you?”

The two of you laughed as you finally made it to your destination. The emptiness in your stomach became apparent upon the smell of food.

You filled your tray, paid, and with Joyce leading the way you found a spot with a few of the girls you’d met in classes along with Joyce’s roommate Doris.

“Oh my goodness, I forgot to tell you Evangeline, I saw your name was on the Volunteer extra credit sheet. It was on the JV boys rowing tryouts for tomorrow! ” With sound of your name, your head raises from your plate of food before looking to Doris, who happened to also be in the nursing program.

You took your napkin, wiping around your mouth, finishing your bite before you spoke.

“Oh, I asked Professor Elms for the extra credit but I don’t know why I’d be sent there.”

Doris clicked her tongue “Well, there was only one name on that side of the extra credit page and If I recall correctly it was certainly yours. Look for yourself -it’s right in the common room tacked up next to the job board.”

“I guess I’ll have to go take a look.” You placed the fork onto your plate with an auditable clank. You didn’t really have time for more than what you currently had going on but you had felt the need to please your professor upon meeting him. So much so that you’d asked him to sign you up for any extra credit that would come your way. I guess JV rowing tryouts were not the worst thing in the world. Your dad was an athlete at Washington state years ago, and with the rise of Physical Education and Recreation nurses in the United States, your father had asked about your interest in that area of education many times.

“Well I’d sign up with you if I didn’t already have a date,” Doris beemed and all eyes on the table landed on her.

“Oh my goodness, we need all the details!” Joyce chipped in, leaning her head in her hands as she listened to Doris rave about some bloak named Jimmy and his ocean blue eyes.

After what felt like a lifetime of listening to the girls talk about their romantic lives, in which you couldn’t contribute to- you and Joyce decided to excuse yourselves. Cleaning your tray you spotted Joe Rantz two tables from where the two of you were standing.

“I know you want to go reminisce. I’m going to go to the common rooms to check on that list. I’m sure I’m the only Evangeline Brown in Elms medical seminar.”

Joyce’s face lit up, saying her goodbyes and good luck before she strode toward Joe with her confidence high as it always was. You just knew she was going to ask him about those silly love poems he wrote her when they were younger. You always did like Joe, he was good for Joyce. A kind boy with a heart of gold like your best friend deserved.

The bag on your shoulder was digging into the skin on your shoulder by the time you made your way to the common room on campus. You cursed yourself that you hadn’t dropped your books at the library before you and Joyce grabbed dinner.

You all but dragged the bag on the ground as your eyes saw the bulletin board. It was also not the only thing your eyes had found.

A tall brunette male stood reading the job board. His brows met together in concentration, a sweater in one hand and a mug of steaming coffee in the other.

You maneuvered the bag upon your shoulder once more but just as it made contact with your Body the strap suddenly snapped. A quiet woosh sounded throughout the room as your crinkled class notes and loose papers made their way across the wooden floor.

Your fists immediately clenched together and your teeth were grinding hard at the frustration starting to tumble out of you.

“You had to pick today, when I’m half a mile from my dorm to take the center stage huh?” The bag didn’t have much to say once your mumbling decreased and you brushed out your plaid skirt before bending down and gathering your papers into a pile.

“Let me help you.”

The voice startled you, and you stood up quickly. Possibly a little too quickly as your arm knocked against another body. You watched as a cup of coffee lands with a blistering smack onto your pile of paperwork.

“Oh god,” you hear a whisper. The brunette man from earlier was beside you. He ran a hand through his short brown hair and his head is shaking.

“ I am SO sorry.” His voice is low and louder now as he is attempting to clean the mess with the sweater in his hands.

You aren’t sure why, but his embarrassment for your own accident struck something within your heart, and it started to beat strongly in your chest.

“Oh it’s fine, it’s alright.” You placed a hand on his shoulder as his panicked face turned to you.

You giggled, picking up a dripping pice of paper in between the two of you.

“These papers are useless anyhow. I can barely read my own handwriting when I take notes in that class.” Letting out an amused huff you remembered reading your first set of notes after the professor had talked far too fast for your fingers. The notes barely passed as chicken scratch, and your fingers were sore for a day afterwards.

“I’d gladly re write them for you. I feel awful.” He helps you bring the dark brown sopping papers to a trash canister.

“Not a bother, I think I do owe you a coffee though. It was all me who made this mess when you had just came to help.” The brunette boy tried to hide the fact his face had started to grow warm and a faint rose color spread evenly onto his cheeks.

“If I’m being honest I’m not even a big fan of coffee. I thought today of all days I’d try a hand at it after I stayed up with class work. As suspected, it seems to do more harm than good.”

You watched him pick up your broken bag inspecting the torn strap.

“It didn’t last as long as the salesman said it would.” You pointed out, the weight clearly exceeded the limitations of its capacity and snapped under the pressure. A little symbolic you thought to yourself.

The boy frowned, seeing the disappointment spread across your face.

“Do you…need help bringing your books somewhere? They seem awfully heavy for just one person.” You smiled at his kind gesture and felt your own cheeks starting to boil with color.

“No, oh goodness that’s quite alright. I need to bring half of them back to the library anyway. They’re probably past due.”

“Let me drop them off for you, I’m headed there now!” He stated enthusiastic but as soon as his eagerness to help shined through he retreated. He reminded you a little of a pet turtle your brother Norman had. Sometimes when you would catch him poking his head out in confidence, he would see you and slide quickly back in his shell and pounder there for long periods of time to make sure eyes were off him before returning to sun bathing.

“That would be lovely of you. Are you sure?”

The boy nodded quickly.

Smiling widely you thanked him and handed him three of the larger books you desperately needed to return, forgetting all about them when Joyce had dragged you off the mess hall.

You glanced at the off white scroll volunteer list and remembered he had been looking at the job board when you had walked in and caused such a scene.

“Are you looking for a job?”

The boys shoulders shrugged, seemingly worried of judgement.

“I am, but nothing I can see would be good for my class schedule.”

“Well, I hear JV rowing team has tryouts tomorrow. If you make the team you get your pick of some of the odd jobs around campus.”

“I thought about it. I’m not sure how good I’d be. Never picked up an ore in my life.” He huffed.

“I think you should. Your height would give you an awfully good advantage don’t you think?”

His smile was subtle, and you found his shy demeanor to be oddly charming. He was extremely handsome and you were curious as to why someone so good looking seemed to be having a hard time talking to such an average girl.

You wondered if it was because he was already someone’s beau, and that thought churned your stomach a bit with jealousy if you were being honest with yourself.

“Well, I hope you do try out. Truly, I think you’d be great.”

He hung his head, staring at the books in his hands and thanking you quietly.

“I have to run to work, but thank you again for dropping those off at the library.”

“Of course, Its the least I can do to apologize for your coffee soaked notes.” You both let out a small laugh and you waved him goodbye.

“WAIT, I didn’t get your name? I have a feeling handsome gentleman isn’t what you normally go by?” You grabbed his arm as he was about to walk away. He turned to you, his lips pressed in a straight line and eyebrows raised. He was taken aback by your kind compliment towards him.

“Oh it’s Don. Don Hume.”

“Well, Evangeline Brown says her sincere thank you and she hopes you have great rest of your evening Don Hume.” You held the broken messenger bag to your chest tightly. Waving one last time you turned around quickly before he could see the color flush into your face. You didn’t want to Gain attention with your cheeky smile and heart pounding giddiness.

Making your way down the hall you swiftly walked by the job board and white volunteer scroll - and Doris was right. In big capital letters under JV Rowing tryouts one name was written- EVANGELINE BROWN.

Even though you were down a school bag, pages of reading, papers to write, volunteering to add to your list of responsibilities- you somehow felt after your happenstance meeting of Don that you were The Luckiest Girl Alive.

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