Page 134 of Rust

“But your roommates are home,” he whispered.

“So?”

“They’ll hear.”

“Iwantthem to hear, Rust,” I said, unzipping his trousers. “I want them to hear how good you fuck me.”

“Fuck,” he growled lustily.

I didn’t need to do anymore convincing. Rust tore his clothes off in a hurry. That was Minka’s cue to leave—she headed for the door and Rust shut it after her.

Naked and sporting a huge boner, Rust joined me in bed. He yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, his mouth instantly finding my hard nipples. He tugged my booty shorts off my legs a second later, his big hand gliding between my folds.

“You’re so wet,” he said, a hitch in his voice.

“I’m wet for you,” I told him. “I want you so bad.”

He pressed his hands into mine, our fingers interlocking, as he climbed on top and mounted me. His big, hot dick parted my folds and slowly slid in, stretching my walls wide. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as he began to pump in and out, the bed frame creaking, our rhythmic grunts and moans growing louder, until I heard April and Farrah’s distant giggles. They knewwhat we were up to, alright.

“You feel so good. I missed you so much,” I said.

“I missed you too,” he said, giving me his lips. He deepened our kiss and fucked me harder, faster—and I began to pant and moan, my muscles locking in climax.

“I’m coming!” I cried.

Rust didn’t slow his pace. He pounded into me deeper, harder, throttling me with his massive cock. His grunts grew more vulnerable and urgent by the second, his dick swelling inside me, until he let out a roar. His throbbing cock pulsed as he shot his seed inside me.

When it was over, he stroked my hair and stared into my eyes, a resting smile on his face. “I love you, Isabelle. I love you so much.”

“I love you, Rust.”