Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
My thighs clenched on his, and my head fell backwards.
Dean took advantage of my exposed neck by leaning forward and skimming his lips over the length of my throat, letting his tongue trail along one exposed cord to curl up around my ear.
I bit back the moan threatening to bubble out of my throat, instead biting my lip to the point of pain.
“Don’t hide from me,” he whispered. “Let me hear you.”
I shook my head in denial, and he took it as a freakin’ challenge.
“We’ll see how well you can hold it in, then,” he growled. “Stand up and take your panties off.”
Biting my lip even harder to prevent my moan of agreement from slipping free, I did as he asked.
Slowly lifting up the skirt of my dress, I hooked a finger at both hips and started to push them down.
He stopped me before I could get them more than an inch past my hips by saying, “Turn around and let me see you bend over while you take them the rest of the way off.”
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as a flush rose over my cheeks.
Presenting him with my back, I gathered the skirt in one hand, and pushed my panties down with the other.
Once they were far enough down that I needed to bend to remove them, I did.
Slowly.
When one side was free of my foot, I widened my legs and stepped out of the other side, staying bent at the waist as his hand slowly lifted to run up the outside of my thigh.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy,” he informed me, letting one large thumb sweep between the lips of my sex.
My fist clenched the panties in my hand, and I brought my free hand up to my lips to help hold the gasp inside.
He laughed almost soundlessly before his head leaned forward, that naughty mouth of his skimming the delicate skin on the insides of my thighs.
“You smell so fucking good,” he rasped against my leg. “I bet you taste just as good, too.”
I closed my eyes and my hand unclenched my panties to grasp my knee.
I needed the extra support.
The feel of his tongue running up the seam of my sex had my legs weakening and my heart rate accelerating.
I held onto my knees for dear life as I pushed back slightly, unable to do anything else.
“Pure perfection,” he said after one languid lick. “You taste like honey.”
I doubted I tasted like honey, but he was making me feel too good to disagree with him.
As he licked and prodded my pussy with his tongue, I heard the distinct sound of the zipper on his jeans unzipping.
Then I felt him remove his hands as well as his tongue from me before he guided my hips back.
I sat in an awkward hover over his cock, stopping above him while he lined his cock up to my entrance.
My thighs started to quiver and burn as he dragged out the agony of my wanting.
When I was sure he was about to make me scream in frustration, he urged me to sit fully on him, and I cried out in relief.
His chuckle had me wanting to hit him, but I couldn’t quite manage to lift my hands from my knees as he filled me completely.
“Goddamn,” he gasped from behind me. “So tight. Fucking dreamed of this while we were quits. You were all I ever thought about…but this. No, this was the stuff of my dreams. This and your smile. Fucking killed me not having it.
Tears immediately pricked my eyes, but the first push up on my hips, and the subsequent pull down had my throat closing as pleasure and sensation started to pour through me.
“Ride me,” he urged, letting go of my hips to grab my calves so he wouldn’t be tempted to do any of the work.
My dress fell down around us, concealing everything that was going on below our waists, and giving off an even more obscene feel to what we were doing.
I was in the boys’ bathroom. At my old school. Having sex!
There was no way in hell this could get any naughtier.
I was wrong.
There was a way.
At first I didn’t notice.
I was too caught up in the way my legs were burning, or the way he was filling me up so completely to notice at first.
We were being relatively quiet, and my mind was so focused on what we were doing, the way he felt inside of me, that I didn’t hear the door open at first.
I didn’t hear it until the door slammed, which then caused me to freeze half way down the length of Dean’s cock.
Dean’s hands on my legs tightened, and I sank back down all the way until my ass rested completely against his thighs.
“This is no different than what it used to be like ten years ago,” someone said.