Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“And you’re so little.” I nip at her bottom lip. “Now shut up and take my cock.”
She giggles and slaps my sides. “Bully.”
“Brat.”
I push the rest of the way into her and she breathes heavily.
“This okay?” I ask, my cock throbbing from the intensity of being inside her.
“I think so.”
“I’ll go slow.”
I begin rocking into her at a torturous pace. Her little moans of pleasure are my undoing. This little vixen of a girl is mine. Now that I’ve buried my cock in her tight cunt, I’m ruined for all other women. She’s the only one I’ll ever crave. No pussy will ever be as perfect.
“Everett,” she whimpers, her fingernails damn near drawing blood from my shoulders.
“I know. Your sweet body will get used to me eventually,” I murmur and nuzzle her nose with mine. “We’ll condition your pretty pussy just like we condition your body on the track. Lots of practice.”
Her breathing becomes ragged and she stiffens beneath me. I’ve barely been inside her but she’s about to explode. I grunt and buck into her a little faster. The moment she orgasms, I know I’ll come harder than I ever have. Her pussy is so damn receptive. It practically devoured my fingers only moments before.
“Ahhhh!” she cries out and arches her back.
Her hot body clenches so hard around my cock that I have no control. I blow my load with a shocked gasp. I feel fifteen again, getting laid for the first time. Motherfucking bliss. My eyes roll back as I drain out my release. Her entire body spasms with pleasure. So damn beautiful. I feel like a goddamned king and she’s my treasure. The key to my kingdom.
“Oh, River,” I groan against her lips. “That was the best sex of my life.”
She gives me a small chuckle and plays with my hair. Her body starts to relax. Now that my dick is softening, I’m able to slip easily out of her. “I can agree with you on that one. That was amazing.”
The condom is still on my dick, and I need to clean us both up, but I’m selfish for another moment with her. I kiss her softly, gentle even.
“Now what?” she asks.
I nip at her bottom lip. “Now you go to sleep like a good little girl. You have school in the morning. Friday is test day and you better pass or else.”
She scoffs and I laugh.
“Bully,” she mumbles.
I pinch her tiny nipple until she squeals. “Brat.”
I fidget in my seat. My body is thoroughly fucked and sore from last night. Everett, despite my begging, didn’t put his cock inside of me this morning. He was right. I could barely handle it just once.
“You okay, Miss Banks?” his deep throaty voice is coming from behind me.
I look over my shoulder at him. Today he’s incredibly hot, wearing a gray mascot T-shirt that’s practically painted on his body and a pair of black basketball shorts. I’d nearly humped his leg when he came waltzing into the kitchen while I was making us a quick omelet this morning. And now, my panties are already wet, as dirty thoughts of him fucking me on his desk run rampant in my mind.
His jaw clenches and to another student, he would appear angry. Me, though, I see past the exterior and notice the hunger blazing in his brown eyes. Five bucks says he’s hard under his desk.
“Actually,” I say as I slide out of my seat, “I need your help.”
He narrows his eyes and his features seem to darken with lust as I slap my paper on his desk before bending over to give him another unobstructed view into my shirt. Of course I’m not wearing a bra because I like seeing the way his nostrils flare as he boldly checks out my tits. When he picked me up yesterday from school, I made sure to pack my stuff to sleep over. My parents bought the story that I was staying with Olivia. I’d wanted him and I was going to have him. And I did. God, he was so much better than I imagined.
“What do you need help with?” His voice is raw and husky.
The other kids in the class are working diligently on their papers and don’t seem to notice or care about our exchange.
“Everything,” I tell him and bite my bottom lip.
“Stop,” he mouths at me, the muscle in his neck ticking.
“I don’t want to,” I murmur.
He stands up so quickly, I squeak. “Out of my classroom,” he snaps. “We’ll discuss this in the hallway.”
His words are harsh and then he stalks out of the room.
“He hates you, Stripper,” one of the catty girls named Lacy, who’s friends with Olivia, snarls.
I ignore her and strut through the room. My confidence is rebooted when I hear some boy say, “God, what I wouldn’t give to tap that.” Once outside the classroom with the door closed behind me, I find Everett pacing with his hands on his hips.