Banned Read online Madison Faye (Winchester Academy #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Winchester Academy Series by Madison Faye
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
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I gasp as I feel Carson go first, his fat cock throbbing in my hand. And when I feel the first spurt of his hot, sticky white cum jet across my tummy, I moan wildly as I turn to kiss him fiercely. My hand keeps stroking, and I feel another spurt splatter across my stomach, and then a third that arches higher to land between my breasts. Behind me, Griffin bites my shoulder, grunting as his cock swells in my hand. His cum blasts out in thick ropes across my ass, hot and thick and sticky on my skin as I start to come again.

And I just keep going, stroking them both and turning back and forth to kiss them each over and over, until slowly, we all slump against the sheets.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, trembling as the two of them move in close to hold me, stroking me.

“That was—”

I gasp at the hard pounding on my door. It comes again, and when I hear the voice of my RA calling my name sternly as she knocks a third time, I go white.

“Oh fuck!” I hiss, practically jumping from the bed. I whirl, white faced towards Griffin and Carson.

“Closet,” Carson growls, his face grim. Griffin nods, and the two of them jump from my wrecked bed, yanking boxers on and scooping up their clothes before they both jump into my tiny closet. Griffin winks at me with a hungry grin, making me blush before he yanks the closet door shut behind them.

I whirl as the knock comes again, yanking my robe on and tying it around myself before I stride for the door. I open it just as Cynthia, the RA for Marshall Hall, is about to hammer her fist on it again.

“What are you doing in there?” she snaps.

I blink, swallowing the heat from my face.

“What’s going on, Cynthia?”

Cynthia is a somewhat severe looking woman in her early thirties with jet black hair and cold, dark eyes. As our RA, it’s kind of her job to look after us all while we’re living here. In a way, I do actually feel bad for her. I mean, I wouldn’t want the job of dealing with forty-odd eighteen-year-old high school senior girls at a snobby boarding school like Winchester. Hard “hell no,” actually.

“I heard…” she scowls at me. “I heard noises coming from your room.”

I arch a brow, feeling my face burn. “Noises?” I squeak out.

“Noises,” she grumbles, eyeing my suspiciously before she glances past me. She actually half pushes me aside as she glances over the room.

“You’re alone.”

It’s like half a question and half a statement, and I clear my throat.

“I mean, I am now?”

Her eyes dart to mine, and I smile weakly.

“As in, I am now, now that I’m living in a single room?”

Cynthia smiles thinly before her eyes narrow.

“You’re flushed. Why are you flushed?”

I tremble, my heart racing and I’m sure the guilt is written all over my face. It doesn’t help that under my robe, I can feel the hot, sinfully wicked cum from the two gorgeous guys hiding in my closet still dripping down my skin. I blush again before I finally snap myself out of it.

“Crunches,” I say hastily.

She scowls. “Crunches?”

“Yeah, like exercise?”

“It’s eleven-fifteen at night, Zara,” she mutters.

“Well, you know, gotta keep fit!” I laugh nervously. “You know, all these unhealthy and unrealistic body images the media forces down our throats. You know Cynthia, as girls, we’re exposed to two-handed negative judgements of our own bodies every single day from advertis-”

Cynthia quickly waves me off. “Fine. Fine. But keep it down.”

She juts her head into my dorm room once more, glancing around before she steps back.

“And make your bed. It’s a mess.”

“Will do.”

She turns without another word and marches away. And it’s not until she turns the corner at the end of the hall before I let my breath out and close the door.

“She’s fun.”

I grin as I turn to see the two of them stepping out of my closet.

“Have fun in there?”

“Oh, tons,” Carson grins, nodding his head at Griffin.

“Griff is a very tender lover.”

I giggle as Griffin rolls his eyes.

“This douchebag kneed me in the nuts,” he growls.

“Dude it’s like a two-foot wide closet, give me a fucking break.”

I laugh again, blushing as I watch the two of them joke with each other.

“Guess we should probably get going before we get you kicked out of school,” Carson says with a grin.

“Yeah, or you, seeing as where you are.”

“Us?” Griffin shrugs, grinning. “Nah, we’d be fine.”

“What, ‘cause you’re football players?”

“Yeah, basically.”

I roll my eyes as Griffin chuckles and pulls is t-shirt back on before he walks over, buttoning his jeans.

“Zara, tonight was…” he grins and pulls me close. “Fuck, I don’t even know what tonight was.”

“Amazing,” Carson growls, moving in behind me, also clothed now, sadly.


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