Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Fuck, hang on, baby,” I hiss, panting as I fight to hang on. “Fuck, Kempton, I’m—”
She pulls away just enough to look up at me, her tongue still lazily swirling over my pulsing head as she grins wickedly, fire in her eyes.
“I want your cum,” she purrs softly, kissing my head.
“Can I have your cum, professor?”
She doesn’t wait for my answer, which is good because in that moment, I’m fucking speechless. Instead, she just drops her mouth to my cock, swallows me into the back of her throat, and sucks. And when her fingertips graze over my shaft and tease over my swollen balls, the trigger pulls, and I’m lost.
I gasp, grunting in pleasure as my cock suddenly lurches in her hot little mouth. My balls jump, and when the first blast of my cum explodes across her tongue, Kempton whimpers as she wraps her lips tight around my cock and starts to swallow. I roar into the crook of my arm, every muscle in my body clenching and rippling as I pump rope after thick rope of cum into Kempton’s mouth and down her throat. She moans, slurping and sucking wetly as she milks every single damn drop of my cum from my balls, until I’m panting and staggering on my feet.
Holy. Fuck.
She pulls away, looking at me coyly with this heat on her face as she licks my tip with her tongue. Suddenly, the bell in the hallway rings, and she blushes as she suddenly jumps to her feet.
“Shit, that’s the next period bell.” She bites her lip, looking up at me with heat in her eyes.
“I—I really do need to get to my next class.”
I growl, pulling her close and wrapping my arms around her. I lean in, and I kiss her slowly, loving the way she whimpers so sweetly when I do.
“I need more of you,” I groan into her lips.
She blushes.
“When?”
“Now. Always?”
She giggles, her eyes flashing.
“How about tonight?”
I frown. Fuck, I can’t.
“I’ve actually got a department meeting tonight,” I mutter, scowling.
She sighs dramatically before looking up at me.
“You sure?”
I nod, still scowling, and she sighs again as she strokes a fingertip teasingly over her lips.
“Well, your loss, I guess,” she purrs heatedly. She bites her lip as she tugs the front of her skirt up, and before I know it, she’s taken my hand and pulled it between her legs to the front of her soaked panties.
“Because I’m so wet for you, professor,” she coos quietly. I groan, my cock instantly hardening again as she giggles and pulls my hand away.
“But, if you’re too busy for me…”
I eye her. I know she’s having fun teasing me, but still.
“I can’t miss the meeting, Kempton.”
She sighs again. “Well that’s fine. I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to play with.”
My face darkens as my jaw clenches.
“Like who,” I growl.
Kempton flashes me this bratty little grin that makes me want to take her over my damn knee right there in my classroom.
“Maybe Beckett.”
I grin.
“Trying to make me jealous?”
“Is it working?”
“With Beck?” I slowly shake my head. “Nope.”
She swallows, blushing as she looks up into my eyes.
“You guys really aren’t bothered by this, are you.”
“By what, you having taken both of us?”
She blushes fiercely and nods.
“No, Kempton, we’re not.”
She shifts on her feet.
“Do you guys do this a lot?”
I frown. “Do what?”
“You know…” she squirms, looking down. “Share girls?”
I snort. “Hell no,” I growl. “No, Kempton. Not ever.”
“Lucky me,” she says softly.
The bell rings again, and she jumps. “Shit, I’m going to be late. She grabs her bag from the ground and turns for the door, and I barely have time to stuff my cock back in my pants before she flings it open, shooting me a wicked look knowing she almost let the whole hallway see my dick.
“Enjoy your meeting, professor,” she says softly, blushing.
“Enjoy Beckett,” I throw back.
She blushes even deeper, her eyes locked on mine as she steps into the hallway and the mingling students. There’s one last flash of fire between us, before she turns, and disappears into the crowd.
11
Kempton
I glance up from the book I’m reading in bed at the sound of our dorm window sliding open with a squeak. I grin as I see Anastasia climbing back in, her hair looking wild and some seriously obvious looking hickeys on her neck.
“So, be honest.”
Ana glances back at me as she closes the window.
“Huh?”
“Just how naughty a schoolgirl were you for the professor tonight?”
She rolls her eyes, blushing as she looks away.
“I mean, did you need detention? Maybe some punishment?”
“Har har har,” she tosses back, grinning at me. “Hey, by the way.”
Her grin turns wicked.
“I heard people saw you making out with Beckett Truman the other night at a party.”
I swallow, the heat blooming on my face.
“Uh… you did?”
“Uh, yeah,” she throws back sarcastically, wagging her brows.