“The devil made me do it,” I scoffed at the age-old defense.
My human expectations were for the room to be heavily influenced by leather, maybe some whips and chains; with various other sexual instruments. Basically, a Fifty Shades of Gray scenario. That, or something out of a sultan’s harem: lots of pillows, Persian rugs, and see-through drapes. Lilith’s room was neither of those. For someone so extraordinary, her space was completely ordinary.
The one thing that did surprise me was that she didn’t have a single room. There were only so many singles on campus, and they usually went to seniors. For someone with unique dietary requirements, I thought she’d be a shoe in for the private space. Instead, there were two beds on opposite walls, and what looked like an imaginary line drawn down the center. Half the room was clean and orderly, and the other half looked like a bomb had gone off; books, schools supply, and more than one pair of bra and panties were strewn all over the messy side. I expected to head that way, but was surprised again. Lilith took my hand and led me to the clean half.
“Sit,” she commanded, and I obeyed.
I thought she was going to get right down to business, but she went to the chair at her desk and retrieved the answers I’d given to her under the bleachers. She didn’t say anything as she perused them with a critical eye. I just sat there, unsure what to do, and nursing a severe case of blue balls. Being so close to her was like popping a Viagra. I’d never done it, but this was what it had to feel like.
“If only I could last for four hours,” I thought.
Like she heard my thought, her eyes snapped to me. “You’re a bad boy, aren’t you, Cam?”
If this was role play it was so working for me. “I operate in a gray area,” I tried to be smooth, and by the way her lips turned up in a smile, I might have succeeded.
“Those lips . . .” I could already see them wrapped around the shaft of my cock, and Lilith had some dick-sucking lips, that was for sure.
“I say this to everyone,” she continued as she put the paper down on her desk and started to pull off her blouse. “You are food,” the white shirt disappeared over her head to reveal flawless lightly-tanned flesh, and abs you could bounce a quarter off of. “This is nothing more than that,” she reached behind her to undo her bra. “It’s like going to the dining hall and ordering an omelet. You do not get feelings for the omelet. You do not want to date the omelet.”
Her double D’s hardly even bounced as she removed the bra. They were so perky, perfectly symmetrical, and like the rest of her, flawless.
“Oh my god,” I gulped, and realized Jerome was right. I wasn’t going to last thirty seconds with this goddess of a woman.
“You can grab my tits, pinch my nipples, I love that shit,” she continued as she lowered herself to her knees in front of the bed. “Don’t grab my head and slam your cock down my throat,” her voice was serious and dispelled some of the sexual tension permeating the air. “I was literally built for this. I know what your body wants more than you do, so let me do the work.” She reached for my belt.
My breath caught as she slipped the leather out of the buckle. Next came the button, and then the zipper. I didn’t even need to stand for her to work my pants off. A yank with her superior strength and they were down around my ankles. That left me in nothing but boxers. I was already pitching one hell of a tent, and the fabric around the tip was damp with pre-cum.
“Let’s see what I have to work with?” she removed my boxers, and I was waiting for her at attention. This was definitely the hardest I’d ever been in my entire, short life.
“Hmmm,” she purred, and grabbed my cock at the base. I groaned at the shock of pleasure her touch sent through me. “Decent length . . . nice thickness . . . not the best I’ve seen . . . but definitely not the worst.”
I didn’t reply. I was holding my breath. I was half-convinced this was a dream and I was going to wake up any second to the worst case of morning wood and a pressing need to do laundry.
She cradled my balls, and gave them a little jiggle. “Three and a half days since you had a release,” she judged expertly. “Let’s fix that.” She ran her tongue up my dick to the tip, and slurped at the seepage.
I nearly went off from just that. While blowing my load in her face was literally the American dream, I wanted this to last. I finally took a breath and tried to control myself. She could tell I was struggling, and grinned up at me as she wrapped her lips around my cock and slowly lowered her head.
“Oh fuck!” I gripped the bedsheets like my life depended on it.
“She isn’t even sucking yet!”
I’d always wondered how people let a succubus literally fuck them to death, but now I had the answer. I didn’t want to be anywhere but here. I only wanted her. Nothing else mattered. My hands instinctually moved toward her head. Her emerald eyes narrowed with a glare and her teeth sunk into my flesh. Not enough to make me bleed, but enough to tell me to back the hell off.
“Ow . . .
