Chapter 1: The First Surrender
Britany stood in the dimly lit dorm room, her heart racing as Liam’s hungry eyes devoured her. Her sweatshirt was long gone, tossed carelessly to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a new Polish underwire black bra that hugged her 34DD curves like a lover’s caress. The fabric strained against her skin, barely containing her, and she felt a thrill of power in how it made Liam’s jaw tighten with want. She wasn’t some wilting flower; she was a force, and she knew it. But tonight, she’d decided to let go of her iron-clad reluctance. Just for a moment. Just to see.
‘You’ve been teasing me for weeks, Brit,’ Liam growled, his voice low and rough as his hands roamed over her chest, groping with a desperate edge through the lace of her bra. ‘You think I can’t feel how much you want this?’
Britany smirked, her eyes glinting with challenge. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, Liam. I’m not some easy conquest. You’re just lucky I’m in a generous mood.’
His laugh was sharp, biting, as he tugged her sweatpants down with a swift yank, exposing her bare thighs to the cool air. ‘Generous, huh? Let’s see how generous you are when I’m done with you.’ His fingers slid lower, stroking her pussy with a deliberate slowness that made her breath hitch despite herself. She bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a moan, but her body betrayed her, growing wet under his touch.
‘You’re dripping already,’ he taunted, his grin wicked as he pressed harder, circling with intent. ‘Don’t pretend you’re not horny as hell for me.’
‘Shut up and do something about it then,’ she snapped back, her voice dripping with defiance even as her hips shifted toward him. She wasn’t about to beg, but damn if she didn’t want to feel that 9-inch cock he’d been bragging about. She could see it straining against his jeans, hard and ready, and a part of her—a wild, reckless part—ached to know what it would do to her.
Liam didn’t need more encouragement. He shoved his jeans down just enough to free himself, his cock springing out, thick and pulsing. Britany’s eyes flicked down, and she raised a brow, unimpressed on the surface but secretly intrigued. ‘That all you got?’ she quipped, her tone cutting.
‘Oh, sweetheart, you’re about to eat those words,’ he shot back, grabbing her hips and pushing her back against the wall with a force that made her gasp. The cold plaster bit into her skin, but she held his gaze, unflinching, as he positioned himself between her thighs. She felt the heat of him, the promise of what was coming, and her pulse thundered in her ears.
‘Don’t just stand there panting like a dog,’ she hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. ‘If you’re gonna fuck me, make it worth my time.’
His eyes darkened, and with a low growl, he thrust forward, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. Britany’s breath caught, her body tensing in anticipation of the raw, explosive collision that was about to happen. She wasn’t just giving in—she was daring him to match her fire. And as he pushed deeper, she knew this was only the beginning of a night that would burn them both.
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