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Just leave right now.

He’s not holding me anymore. If I stay, this is completely on me.

The thought of taking Lucan in my mouth turns me on, I have to admit. My pussy aches for him, with zero regard for good sense.

So I stay where I am, even though I should run, and I pray I don’t live to regret my actions. College is meant for bad decisions, right?

Slowly, I lower myself to my knees while he watches. The cold cement bites my knees through my leggings.

Oh god, what am I doing?

Lucan is a dark angel standing over me, beautiful and horrifying. I can’t believe I’m taking orders from anyone, let alone him.

He moves his hand to his pants and unzips. A line of dark hair leads over his lower abs to his cock, which strains against the fabric like a monster fighting for freedom.

Fear balloons in me as he pushes down his pants and boxers. My heart thumps as he wraps his fingers around the shaft and pulls it out. Veins pop against the smooth skin of his cock, the engorged head shining in the moonlight.

He’s so long and thick. Thicker than my throat is wide.

My voice comes out in a rasp. “I don’t think it will fit. It’s too big.”

“It’ll fit,” he says. “I’ll make it.”

He caresses my face, gazing down at me like he wants to freeze time to remember this moment forever. Pre-cum beads at the ridge in the head of his cock.

Lucan grabs my chin with one hand and his shaft with the other. My hands grasp his pants at the knees to steady myself.

While my blood races, Lucan presses the tip of his cock to the corner of my mouth. He glides the crystal bead of pre-cum across my bottom lip and then my top lip, like he’s applying lip gloss on me.

“You look so fucking pretty.” He angles his head, admiring his handiwork. “Taste it.”

My breath shuddering, I hesitantly swipe my tongue over my lips. I taste the salty sweetness of his pre-cum mixed with my strawberry lip balm. Wetness meets my underwear, seeping into the fabric, and I worry I’m scenting the air with my arousal.

Trying to satisfy my tingling pussy, I discreetly squeeze my legs together, but my movement gently pinches my clit, making my desire soar.

“How does it taste?” he asks, holding his cock inches from my face.

The strawberry-tinged pre-cum still coats my tongue.

“Shameful,” I say truthfully.

Because shame swims vicious laps through me, not just arousal.

After tonight, I can never speak to him again. I’ll pretend tonight never happened and that he doesn’t exist.

But at this moment, he’s impossible to ignore.

Lucan puts the shining head of his cock near my lips. “Lick me.”

My shoulders quivering, I put my tongue to the head and take a few tentative licks.

The skin is ultra smooth, pulled taut by his coursing blood. His pre-cum slides into my mouth as I swirl my tongue around with no clue what I’m doing. My timid strokes make his cock twitch and his muscular legs tense up.

Am I doing it right?

My tongue slips through the tiny opening where the pre-cum beads from.

Lucan groans. “Fuck. That’s good.”