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)
And trust me, he makes good on his promise.
…Three times.
11
Oliver
And for the next two weeks, it’s perfection. I take her that night in my bed, for hours, and we take our damn time. In my car, in the school library, we even check out for the weekend and go and stay at a fancy hotel just ordering room service and fucking each other’s brains out.
I fuck her in her dorm, my hand over her mouth and her pussy gripping my cock so tight, knowing her roommate could burst in at any time.
She makes me reckless, and wild, and it’s so fucking freeing that I never want anything else. Because the truth of it is, as wrong as this is, and as much as people would scorn us for it, I’m falling for Anastasia, in a very, very big way. I want to tell her everything—everything about me I haven’t told her yet. The secrets I keep, the shit I’m not supposed to tell anyone. I want to tell her, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I do, consequences be damned.
Two weeks of stolen kisses, of tasting her across my office desk after-hours, of watching her with fire in my eyes as she teases me from the front row of class without panties on. For two weeks, it’s perfection.
…And then, everything explodes.
* * *
“Just like that, fuck, baby.”
I groan, my hands tightening on her hips as her ass bounces up and down on my cock. My mouth finds her breast, lips wrapping around one pink puffy nipple and sucking as she moans and starts to ride me harder. Ana’s slick, tight, eager little pussy slides up and down every inch of my thick cock, her honey making me glisten as it drips down my balls.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!”
We’re being too loud, but I don’t even fucking care anymore. Yes, we’re on campus, in my office, during school hours. This is beyond fucking stupid, but like I said, she makes me wild. She makes me lose control.
Besides, I don’t have a class or office hours right now, my classroom door is shut and locked with the lights off, and the door to my office—where Anastasia is riding my cock on the small sofa—is closed as well.
My hand comes down with a spank on her ass, and she coos in pleasure.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come for my big cock. Be a good little fuck toy and fucking come for me.”
I know my filthy talk drives her wild, and I know commanding her and being in control like that sends her over the edge.
“You wanna be my little cum-slut, baby girl?”
Anastasia groans, her whole body rippling in pleasure as she whimpers her desire, nodding her head eagerly.
“Yes! Oh fuck, Oliver! Fuck me!”
Her fingers slide through my hair, gripping me tightly as she rides me harder, and wilder, her sweet tits against my mouth and that tight body bouncing up and down on me. I can feel her start to tense up as she sinks down on me even harder, and when her breath catches and her pussy clamps down around me, I know she’s about to come, again.
…And so am I.
I groan, gripping her tight and slamming her down on me as I thrust my hips up, sinking my cock as deep as I can fucking get in her pretty little cunt. And just like that, she comes.
Anastasia cries out, her pussy rippling up and down my length, milking the cum from my balls. I roar, crushing my mouth to hers as the cum pulses out of my cock, spraying the walls of her pussy as I pump rope after rope of my cum deep inside of her. She kisses me fiercely, gasping into my mouth as her body slows on top of me, before she slumps against me, panting.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs, kissing my chest before she gingerly slides off of me. She rolls onto her back, giggling as she clamps her legs together.
“You want to keep me there, don’t you?”
She blushes as her eyes dart to mine, and she grins shyly as she nods.
“I like feeling your cum on me, and in me, when I go sit in someone else’s class,” she murmurs almost bashfully.
I grin as I pluck her panties from the pile of our clothes on the floor and slip them over her feet and up her legs. I pull them tight against her pussy, watching the little pink thong darken with her cum and mine.
“When’s your next class?”
She rolls her eyes. “Who cares.”
I arch a stern brow at her and she giggles.
“I’m kidding, jeez,” she laughs, play slapping me. She knows that one of my rules is that she has to go to class. I guess there’s the fucked-up scope of my moral compass: fucking one of my eighteen-year-old high school students, at school, nonetheless, is fine. So long as she doesn’t skip class.