Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
I moan, my entire body on fire as I whimper and look up at him with lust-hooded eyes and nod. I push down as deep as I can go on his big, fat cock, and when my tongue swirls over the underside of him, I feel him pulse in my mouth.
And suddenly, he’s coming.
I whimper, sucking on him and jerking his shaft as he starts to flood my mouth with hot, sticky cum. He grunts, his hand tight in my hair as he pumps rope after sticky-sweet rope of hot cum across my tongue until he’s filled my mouth entirely with him. I moan eagerly, swallowing his cum and shivering in ecstasy at the utter wrongness of what we just did.
…And at how much I liked it.
He stops coming, and I stay right there, sucking him gently as he pulses once more between my lips. I pull away, and suddenly, he’s tugging me into his lap, my legs spread around his as he kisses me fiercely.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, kissing me slowly.
I blush as I kiss him back, grinding against his lap as I feel the underside of his cock press against my pussy, and I whimper.
“You’re still so hard,” I gasp incredulously as I feel his very hard, very thick, very eager cock pulse against me.
“Always for you,” he growls, kissing me slow and deep as he starts to pull me down to grind on that perfect, big dick.
“I’m always hard for you.”
6
Oliver
This is insane. I know it is, and the voice in my head keeps screaming it, but I just keep tamping it down and shoving it aside. Because insane or not, there’s no stopping this, and the longer I kiss her, and the longer I hold her, and feel the heat in her lips as she moans into me, the more I know that.
Technically legal or not, I know I could lose everything because of this. But the thing is, for her, I would. I’d give it all up for her, willingly.
I know people could and might call this creepy, or predatory. But I know in my heart it isn’t. She’s young, yes, but there’s an agelessness to her soul. It’s the knowledge that I’d be head over heels for Anastasia no matter her age, not because of it. That’s the difference between what I feel for her and creepiness. I won’t deny that the wrongness of her age versus mine gets me hard as stone. But I’m not obsessed with her because of it. She could twenty-five, or my age, or fucking ten years older than me, and I know damn well that I’d still be under her spell.
She whimpers as I stand, lifting her with my hands on that sweet ass of hers before I sit her down on the edge of my desk. I groan into her lips, kissing her with everything I have as I slide her shirt and bra off entirely. Our bodies move together, and the feel of her puffy pink nipples dragging over my chest has me groaning for more. I move between her legs. She opens them willingly, moaning eagerly as she feels my thickness brush against her bare little cunt.
“I’m going to take you now,” I growl softly into her lips. “I’m going to make you mine.”
She moans, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me fiercely. Her hands slide down my back, around over my sides and up over my muscled chest as she coos into my lips.
“Last chance to stop, angel,” I say softly.
Anastasia pulls away, frowning, her brow worried.
“I mean it, Ana. This is done the second you say so. I fucking want you, but I’m sure as fuck not going to force you to—”
“You’re not,” she whispers fiercely, kissing me.
“You might regret this.”
“I won’t,” she hisses. “Will you?”
I shake my head, my eyes locked on hers. “Fuck no.”
She whimpers as our lips come together, her mouth opening so willingly for my tongue as we groan into each other.
“But you need to know, if you want, this is done, now. No repercussions. We go right back to being student and teacher.”
She swallows, chewing on her lip before she lets her tongue dart across it.
“But… but sir,” she whispers with this sultry tone to her voice. “Won’t my grades suffer?”
I frown. “What?”
“If—if I say no,” she purrs out, this little edge of heat to her voice. “Won’t I fail?”
My jaw tightens. “Jesus Christ, Ana. Do you seriously—”
And then I see it—the impish grin, the sly look on her face. The fire in her eyes.
Little. Fucking. Tease.
She wants this—she wants to play this game, and she’s eager for it.
…Two can play it.
“Yes,” I snarl, my soft tone fading away as my eyes burn into hers
“You’re damn right you’ll fail,” I hiss.
She whimpers, panting, her eyes blazing with lust.