My cock is hard as I open the door. The tent in my pants is obvious and large.

I pull her right into the room, not wasting a second.

“How’s your friend?” I remember to say at the last moment, but I know it doesn’t come out as natural. That’s OK, though. She knows who I am and what I do.

“She’s fine,” she says. “She’s going to be OK, at least.”

I nod the briefest nod I can manage before pulling her towards me, pulling her body against my cock. I smash my mouth down on hers savagely and she kisses me back, her lips pulsating under mine, thick and juicy, just fucking perfect.

We make out for a full minute and her hand slides down to my cock, gripping it over my jeans, the hard bulge feeling like it’s going to explode at any moment.

“I want your cock,” she whispers throatily as she pulls away from me to speak the words directly into my ear.

“That’s what I like to hear,” I growl at her.

I pull her to the bed by the hand, flopping myself down on my back.

I pull her on top of me and she hunches over me, her legs spread over my crotch, leaning down to kiss me. My hands are on her head, running my fingers through her thick, beautiful hair.

“You going to help me out with that” I growl at her, looking pointedly down towards my crotch.

I’m horny as fuck, ready to burst. And I know she needs it as much as I do.

I prop my head up a little to watch as she unbuckles my belt and undoes the button and zipper to my jeans. It’s a little difficult for her, with her small, delicate hands, especially considering the tremendous pressure that the jeans are under, making it harder to undo the button.

Finally she gets it, and my cock springs out, full and massive and erect, thick, the girthy shaft poking right through the fly of my underwear.

“Wow,” she says.

“It’s not going to take care of itself,” I growl at her.

I need her mouth on me.

She does as I want, sinking her mouth down onto my cock.

I notice that her sense of sarcasm, her wit, it all seems to vanish now that she really wants me, really needs my cock. She couldn’t keep away from me. She came back to my room, needing another piece of me, needing my cock deep inside her… She’s probably been wet the whole time she’s been gone. She probably could barely think about her friend because she was envisioning what it might feel like to have my cock deep inside her, stretching her to the limits of pleasure that she’s never even before imagined.

I feel an immediate relief as her lips sink onto me.

Normally I give a chick one chance. I don’t need to give them more. This is the first time I’ve ever called one back.

I don’t even need to really pursue them. Some nights the guys on the team go out, looking for tail, and I’ll just wait, knowing that I can scroll through my phone, looking for a number that some new girl gave me. They come up to me in class, in the hall, on the quad, giving me their numbers, hoping that I’ll take a crack at them, hoping against hope that they’ll get a chance with my cock.

Fuck, she’s good, her lips tightening. Just a sprinkling of teeth, grazing along my cock.

I need to be inside of her.

But I need to taste her first. I need to smell her and her wetness, the pungent aroma that’s going to wash over me.

I grip her head and pull her down further onto my cock. Still on my back, I keep her head in place and start thrusting into it. She fucking loves it, gazing at me with her eyes full of desire, locked right onto mine.

Finally I just can’t take it anymore. I need to taste her.

I flip her over, getting her on her back.

Her clothes come off, as we tear them off together. They go flying across the room. I pull off my own shirt and don’t even notice where it lands. Her panties come sliding down and I smell them before tossing them aside.

I don’t waste any time, but I don’t rush things either. I want to savor every precious delicious moment and sensation of her body. I want to remember this and I want to delight in her flesh.

My cock is hard, pressing into the mattress. It feels somewhat comforting, somewhat good, to have my cock sinking into the divot, the channel, that it creates in the mattress.

My tongue runs along her legs, as I move my head into the space between her legs.

She can’t help herself. She locks her legs around my head, holding me close and tight. I love the feeling of being locked in here, pleasuring her.

I start off slow, but now I’m moving to the clit, working at it with my tongue delicately and perfectly. I’ve perfected and honed my technique. I know exactly what I’m doing. I know what to do and when to do it. I know the moment to put a finger delicately inside of her, feeling her tightness, the flesh that’s going to encase my cock and grip down on it as I plunge into her… soon enough, soon enough.

I work and work, enjoying every second of it, enjoying the smell and the taste, until she’s thrashing crazily, moaning and crying out. She’s in the throes of an intense orgasm, maybe the best one I’ve ever given, which is saying something… There’s a reason all the chicks on campus want me… and it’s not just because of my cock.

She’s out of breath, panting.

The orgasm is over, and she’s caught in the aftermath, the intense afterglow.

I raise my body over her, my cock approaching her wet pussy.

I push the head ever so slightly against her, teasing her, making her want me even more.

“Give it to me,” she moans, begging me to enter her.

I do, finally sinking into her.

It feels fucking perfect.

I’ve never felt a pussy this perfect. I’ve never felt or seen a body this good.

Her curves drive me wild. My mind sinks into them and I think about nothing else but her body.

I drive into her with my cock and she moans with every stroke. I start off slow, but pick up the pace.

Suddenly, a thought crosses my head—I don’t have a condom on. I must have literally a thousand condoms in my room, hidden in various places for storage, and many in plain sight. I never don’t wear a condom. When you’re as prolific as I am with women, you don’t take chances.

But she excited me too much. I just couldn’t pause to put that condom on.

And it feels so much better with my naked skin against hers, no barrier between us.

Should I stop?

Fuck…

She’s moaning crazily. I don’t want to interrupt her.

And I don’t want to stop.

I don’t want to put that condom on.

She’s probably on birth control anyway. Of else she would have said something about the lack of a condom, right?

I keep plunging, getting carried away, my shaft entering her at an incredible pace. Her body is rocking back and forth, her perfect breasts jiggling as I fuck her intensely.

Fuck the condom. Fuck it. I don’t need it.

What are the chances that the one time I don’t wear one that the girl isn’t on birth control and that she gets pregnant. I know my biology. I know about the fertility cycle. The chances are low. Some people try for years to get pregnant.

I push it all out of my mind. It’s easy. Her body calls to me.

I pick her up and together we flip over.

She’s riding me. The way her body curves, and the way her breasts hang… I just can’t take it.

She places her hands on my chest, her palms pressing against my dense, strong pecs.

Suddenly, she pulls up, raising her pussy high enough that my cock slips out of it.

“You like being inside me, don’t you?” she says, her voice full of lust, teasing me, tormenting me.

My cock screams out at me. It needs to bury back inside her.

But I love this. I love this teasing.

“Fuck yeah,” I growl at her. “Give it to me. Sink back down on my cock.”

“Not just yet,” she says, a diabolical twinkle in her eyes.

“Fuck…”

I try to raise my hips, trying to stab her again with my naked cock. But she lifts even higher than before.

“Just a little longer,” she says.

Finally, she sinks back down onto my cock.

“I couldn’t take it anymore,” she moans. “I need you inside me.”

I don’t say anything. I just start fucking her like crazy. I reach up and pull her down against me, her breasts smushed against my chest.

Her face is pressed into mine. Our lips lock. She turns her mouth slightly away. Her eyes lock onto mine. Her breath is hot against mine, hot and heavy. She’s panting with exertion.

She starts moaning, approaching her second orgasm. I pound away at her, holding her tight against me, my cock slamming into her.

We come together. She screams out, high and loud, filling the whole room.

My cock explodes deep inside her. I leave it buried there, filling her up. I’ve never come inside a woman before without a condom. It’s a fucking rush, a spiritual, transcendental experience. My mind goes blank, filled only with her.

I start moving my cock again slowly. I can’t not keep fucking her. I haven’t gone soft even for a second.

She moans with each slow new plunge. It’s even juicer and more lubricated than before. Fuck this feels even better. It’s like my cock is even more sensitive now. Each little movement drives both of us wild with pleasure.

I lift her off me, disengaging my cock from her for a moment.

I pull the two of us off the bed.

I position her with my strong hands so that her breasts and stomach are down along the mattress, pressing into it. Her face is buried into a pillow that she pulls towards her. Her hair streams down from her head. Her long, perfect legs reach down to the floor.

I stand behind her, feet firmly planted on the dorm room floor, admiring her ass, a perfect bubble that I stroke and caress with my roughened, calloused hands.

I enter her from behind, my cock plunging into her easily.

She cries out.

I don’t waste any time. I fuck her fast and hard, like I’ve never fucked before, ramming into her like I’m some crazed man during the last day on Earth.

As far as I know right now, she’s the only woman on Earth. None of the rest matter. None of their tight pussies matter.

My cock has never felt this good.

She comes again, wild guttural sounds erupting from her sweet mouth.

My body slams against her ass I pierce her with my cock.

It erupts inside of her again. I bury myself deep in there, pushing harder and harder, going as far as I absolutely can.

We come together.

I grunt and she cries out.

We’re lying in bed ten minutes later. My itch has been satisfied for a moment. But my cock is still hard.

She’s resting her head in the crook of my arm, her arm draped over my chest. Her hand starts to work down towards my still-hard cock.

“You never tire do you?” she says, giggling.

“Not with you,” I growl at her.

She picks up her gorgeous head and moves it down to my cock.

She starts slurping on me, her hand gripping the base of my cock as her mouth engulfs the upper portion. I can’t get my cock all the way inside of her mouth anyway. It’s just too big.

Her hand is tight around my cock and she works her mouth up and down. It isn’t long until I explode in her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan. “That was good.”

“It’s only because I like you so much,” she says, her hand still on my cock. “Look, it’s finally going soft.”

“It won’t be that way for long,” I growl at her. “You’re going to stick around, right?”

“Just so you can fuck me again?”

“Exactly.”

“I thought you never kept girls around. Don’t you usually just call another?”

“Not with you. I’m willing to make an exception to my rule.”

“A rule. Like a hard and fast rule?”

“Hard,” I say.

She laughs. “Hard is right,” she says.

My thoughts start to drift back to when I was inside her. There was something nagging at me in the back of my mind, something I can’t remember now.

“I never do it without a condom,” I say, finally remembering. “You’re on birth control, right?”