Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“What?” I’m already starting to tremble. “Who?”
“Look at him. Let him see how good I make you feel. Only. Me.” Slowly, slowly, he presses a finger inside of me. Not all the way, just enough to brush against the barrier of my innocence and halt my breath in my throat. “That little pipsqueak wouldn’t know how to touch an angel like you. He’d fumble around and try and copy what he’s seen in all the shitty internet porn he’s been watching. But he wouldn’t get it wet enough and he’d only last fifteen seconds.” I’m dazed, I’m reeling, but I manage to glance over at the football player. He’s watching, slack-jawed, from the neighboring table as Flynt starts to rub my clitoris in fast circles, his low groan echoing in my ear. I look down. The football player can’t see my sex, only Flynt’s hand moving with intention underneath my skirt. Still, this is utterly crazy. It has to stop.
But I can’t seem to form the words.
Not with pleasure bearing down on me so quickly.
“Flynt—”
“You know, I haven’t watched a single minute of porn since freshman year. No need. I’ve been fucking you in my head twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, since the first time I saw you.”
My sex clenches and grows wetter.
Is it possible I like the way he speaks to me?
Is it possible I like Flynt…laying claim to me in front of the football player?
“You asked for this when you walked to class alone and let someone else think for a second they might have a chance with you, Ayla. I have to double down. Mark you while he watches, or I’ll go fucking insane.” I’m on the verge of something magnificent. So close. So close. My toes are curled, thighs quivering, my inner thighs growing slicker by the second. “Grind that tight ass in my lap. Work my dick. Show him who your Daddy is, baby.”
I moan out loud.
Right there in the middle of class.
I’m being projected straight out of my body to a place I’ve never reached. Never even thought to look for. I’ve touched myself during moments when I felt something stirring inside of me, but I never could have imagined I was seeking this. It’s color and light and sweet, torturous relief. It feels bad and good at the same time. The small, untested muscles of my core bear down and pulsate as I claw at Flynt’s pleasure giving hand, every part of me flushed and dewy.
In class.
The bell rings.
I can’t fill my lungs. Can’t do anything but collapse backward against Flynt’s sturdy chest, totally and completely depleted. When I manage to crack an eyelid, I realize in horror that our chemistry is watching the scene play out in shock. “Miss Barnes? What is—”
“She’s feeling a little under the weather,” supplies Flynt, lifting me into his arms with ease. “I’m going to bring her to the nurse’s office.”
Either my chemistry teacher buys that explanation, or she doesn’t want to deal with the alternative—that one of her students just had an orgasm in class—because she nods vigorously, waving Flynt toward the exit. “Let them through, everyone.”
On the way past the football players desk, Flynt pauses and looks the pale-faced student dead in the eye. Mine, he mouths, carrying me out into the rapidly filling hallway.
Show them who your Daddy is, baby.
Those words ricochet around my head. My reaction to something so…twisted is something I could never have anticipated. I liked Flynt calling himself Daddy. Referring to me as little girl. It made me feel coveted and protected. It made me feel safe enough to let go.
Instead of taking me to the nurse’s office, Flynt kicks open an exit door and brings me outside, the cool mid-morning air rushing over my fevered skin. His jaw looks like it’s trying to crack walnuts, as usual, his big chest heaving up and down.
This is when the reality of what just happened starts to crash over me.
I start to struggle in his arms. “Let me down. Now.”
“No.”
My throat constricts. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
He presses his forehead against mine. “You gave me no choice. I warned you.”
Unbelievably, when he’s this close to me, my pulse clamors in the hopes of a kiss. Pathetic. “You’re not in a position to warn me about anything.”
Flynt does set me down on my feet then, his ten long fingers diving into my hair. “Tell that to my fucking soul, Ayla.”
It takes me a full ten seconds to catch my breath. “You…you just gave me my first orgasm out of jealousy. It shouldn’t have been like that.”
My words seem to penetrate the air around him. He winces, his dangerous rebel’s face losing some of its color. “I went insane. You made me insane.”
I shove at his shoulder. “You made yourself insane. Stop blaming me for your behavior.”