Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
She’s still talking, and there’s a faint voice in my head telling me to look away—that this is wrong, and perverse, and that she’s been through way too much recently for me to be staring up the leg of her shorts at her naked pussy like a creep. But fuck if I can stop myself. Not with the way she captivated me back at the club before I knew who she was—captivated me like no woman has in years. Not with the way she slid into that private room and into my lap. Not with the memory of her gorgeous, tight, soft body grinding on my thick cock, her breath catching and the heat between her thighs pulsing against me. Not with having seen her in the shower earlier.
And certainly, not with what I’m looking at now. My cock thickens, pulsing and throbbing between my legs as my jaw clenches.
“Colton?”
I blink, and slowly, my eyes raise to hers. Our gazes lock, and she gasps quietly at the intensity of my gaze, before suddenly, her eyes drop, and realization spreads over her face.
“Oh God,” she whispers softly, her face going red. But she doesn’t yank her legs down, or curse at me, or run screaming from the room. She just blushes intensely, slowly lowering her legs and smoothing her robe down as she chews at her bottom lip.
“I—I guess I’ll just...”
She swallows, her face red as she raises her eyes to mine. And there’s pure, blue, fire in those eyes as they lock with mine.
“I’ll just go to bed now.”
I nod, my jaw still clenched, my mouth dry as she stands.
“I—” she blushes. “Goodnight, Colton.”
“Goodnight, Brynn,” I growl quietly. “We’ll figure this out in the morning.”
She nods, her eyes flashing one last spark of heat my way before she turns and scurries from the room. The door mostly shuts behind her, and I groan, the air whooshing out of my lips and my muscles clenching as my hand drops to the throbbing bulge in my sweats. I growl, my hand wrapping around my fat cock through the material and giving myself a stroke as my mind replays the sight of her bare, pink pussy on fucking repeat.
My pulse surges, and I grunt as I shove my sweats and boxers down until my cock springs free to slap against my abs. My hand wraps around the pulsing shaft, and I hiss in pleasure as I let my mind go to all of the places I’ve been telling it not to go all night where Brynn Henley is concerned. I imagine her dancing on that stage. I remember her grinding her panty-covered little pussy on my lap, her tits in my face and the need to have her roaring in my ears. I remember the glimpse of her in the bathroom earlier, and then just now—the image of her absolutely gorgeous little cunt on display for me.
I freeze, my eyes squeezing shut as one last burst of morality grips me.
Stop this. You need to stop this.
I start to let my hand drop, but instant, I cave, and it goes right back to stroking my throbbing cock. Because I can’t stop this. Not when it’s her in my head. Not with the way she’s somehow drawing me into her like a moth to flame. How she’s captivating me in ways no woman has for a very long time.
Not with how much I fucking want her.
And so, I stroke. And I keep on stroking, images of Brynn bouncing on my cock melting through my thoughts as my pulse races and my balls swell with cum.
6
Brynn
He didn’t see.
…Right?
My face burns as I climb the staircase, my mind whirling and my core tightening as I think about the look of hunger on his face when his eyes dropped low like that. I mean, maybe he did, but… maybe he didn’t? I’m wearing shorts, after all. Maybe he was just thinking of something else and his eyes just happened to look there?
…Maybe I’ve spent way too long fantasizing about my gorgeous, way older school principal and now my mind it totally corrupted when it comes to him.
I feel my face flush, and I pause halfway up the stairs as I frown.
Crap, my tea.
My lips twist, my mind weighing the pros and cons of going back to that office for the mug of tea I left on the table next to my chair.
C’mon, there’s no way he saw anything…
I say it to myself again as I turn and start to pad back down the stairs. It’s just my imagination. My filthy, wicked imagination when it comes to Colton Kane. That’s all.
Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t practically seen all of you already tonight.
My face burns hot, but I shake it off as I head back down the stairs and then down the darkened hall to his office. I’m making this up in my head—creating some sort of saucy fantasy that isn’t real. After all, Colton is a principal. He’s not “into me,” and I sincerely doubt he’s daydreaming about awkward little virgin seniors. After all, he didn’t know it was me in that private room, and it wasn’t even him who bought the private dance anyways.