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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Anders is right behind them, and with a guttural growl, he buries is cock to the hilt in her tight little ass and lets go. Rope after rope of his hot cum blasts deep in her asshole, filling her with his seed over and over until she all but collapses between them.

But we’re not done yet.

Anders slowly eases out of her, and Griff holds her steady as he slides from her eager pussy. And then, she’s mine.

Zara moans when I scoop her into my arms, and when our lips crash together, I can feel the unhinged lust coursing through her like a drug. I push her down on the couch, sliding between her leg as they wrap around my muscled waist. Our eyes lock, and I see the raw fire there as she moans and pulls me closer with her legs, until my fat cock is right against her pussy.

“Fuck me,” she gasps.

“With pleasure.”

I thrust in with one stroke, my big cock sliding right through Griff’s cum deep into her messy little cunt. And then, I fuck her hard.

She squeals in pleasure, clinging to me, her cries of ecstasy filling the room as I fuck her hard and deep, pounding her bad girl little pussy like its mine to claim. I rut into her like a man possessed, our lips an inch apart, panting each other’s breaths as our eyes lock. I watch her face start to crumble as I thrust into her, her clit dragging over my shaft on every thrust and her ankles locking behind my back. I plunge into her, fucking her deep and hard, until suddenly, her mouth crushes to mine as yet another orgasm explodes through her.

I’m so close, and I can feel my cum boiling in my heavy, swollen balls, but I need more. And more is what I’m going to take. I grunt as I slip my cock from her eager pussy, and when I push my fat head against her freshly-fucked asshole, all she does is kiss me harder. I ease in, pushing through Anders’s cum as I plunge deep. Our tongues duel, and my balls swell up with cum as I push all the way in, grunting as the impossibly tight heat of her ass surrounds me.

I ease out and then thrust right back in, and then again, and again, and again, until the world blurs and all I know is the taste of her lips, the sound of her pleasure, and the feel of her tight little asshole clenching and rippling up and down the length of my cock.

She stiffens, and when I feel her come for me one last time, I’m lost. I roar into our kiss, plunging my swollen cock deep in her tight, clenching, naughty little ass, and I explode. I groan, and Zara moans eagerly as my boiling hot cum blast into her ass—rope after thick, sticky rope blasting deep into her, until the world goes blank around me.

I’m vaguely aware of easing gently out of her. I’m aware of the three of us softly wrapping her in our arms and carrying her to the big bathroom off of the living room—a private bathroom with a bathtub and everything. Yet another perk of being football royalty at Winchester. I’m still buzzing and trembling, and barely on my feet as I start the water—hot—and fill the tub. We all climb in, groaning as we sink into the steamy heat. It’s a tight fit, but we manage with the three of us sitting sideways, our legs over the edge, and Zara cuddled tight across all of our laps.

And we stay right there, soaking and eventually coming down from the high of the wild sex we all just had. We laugh, and we take turns kissing her, and washing her skin, and her hair, before finally we all make our way to Anders’s bed. We climb in together, a big pile with her in the middle. And the last thing I’m aware of before I fade to sleep is just being happy.

I’m happier than I’ve ever been, actually. All three of us are. And it’s all her.

It’s bliss. It’s heavenly. It’s perfection.

…Too bad what goes up must come down.

14

Anders

A week after our crazy night back in the suite, I’m barely back in the locker room from some light conditioning, when my phone buzzes from my locker. I jog over and open it up, snatching the phone up to see I’ve just missed a call Zara’s number.

Damn.

Carson and Griff follow me into the locker room, nodding.

“How you feelin’?”

I groan at Griff’s question.

“Banged up. Like it’d be great if we had one more day of recoup before tonight.”

It’s a big fucking day for Raiders football at Winchester, because tonight is the qualifier game to get us into the division championships. And man are we ready for it. Well, at least, we’re trying to be. The problem is, our double lives as football gods and amateur rock stars are starting to catch up with us, hard. Add to the mix the frankly insatiable sexual appetites of a certain blonde-haired little spitfire of a band nerd warming our beds almost every night, and we’re running on empty.


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