I Always Had A Crush On Him

Ana has been living under the same roof as her best friend’s brother since college term began. She has always nursed a crush, but he was never free—always tied to someone else. The day his latest girlfriend walks out, the house feels suddenly empty and the air thick with possibility. She has only seven days before she moves out again, so every glance over breakfast turns heavier, every brush of skin lingers. When the tension finally snaps, Ana drops to her knees in the hallway and takes his thick black cock between her lips, tasting the freedom she has waited years for. She works him deep, saliva shining on dark skin, eyes watering yet hungry for more. Later she climbs on top, sinking down until every inch fills her, riding him in long, greedy strokes. When he grips her hips and pushes in to the hilt, his release floods her in hot pulses. She stays still, clenching around him, then lifts off slowly so the creamy spill can drip and stretch between them. She catches what she can on her tongue, savoring the mix of their pleasure while the clock ticks on her final week in his bed.