Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I climb atop her, holding myself up with my hands pressed against the floor. She looks so beautiful when she tilts her head, a challenge gleaming in her eyes, almost like she’s saying, What next, huh?
Smirking, I reach down, grab my dick, and guide my tip to her entrance. Seed surges up my shaft when I feel her slit kissing the end of my dick, her folds slowly spreading. The hottest part is her face, the delight and shock in her eyes, her mouth twisting in pleasure.
She moans and grabs my arms as I glide deeper, pushing and telling myself not to explode or let my seed erupt too soon. I’m a human goddamn volcano. She’s driving me feral.
I almost roar when I push all the way inside of her. I lean up to look at her in the moonlight, her cheeks fuck-me red, her lips pursed. She meets my eye, nods, and her smile gets naughty.
“Sir,” she whispers, then hesitates.
With my dick buried in her and her walls pulsing around my base, I say, “Go on, Ellie. Say it.”
“Sir, fuck me, sir. Fuck me.”
Now, I do roar. Let’s just hope it’s not loud enough for anybody to hear me at the library. I don’t stop to think about the fact we’re on the lecture hall floor. Or that she’s my student. Or Jane or Vanessa or any of it. Just my woman grinding on my cock as I pull out, then hammer back into her. She moans captivatingly, nodding at me to go on.
I lean down, resting my body against hers, feeling her breasts against my chest and her breath against my neck. She wraps her arms around me as we melt into our rhythm like we’ve melted into kisses. We’re inking our future right here, just like a tattoo. Making it permanent as we… Fuck, I almost lose it again when she starts pumping her hips.
“Yeah? Yeah?” she moans.
“Ellie, Ellie,” I groan, moving quicker, our bodies slick and sweaty as we pump faster and more urgently. Her walls wrap tighter and tighter around my dick, the head buzzing with heat, electricity, and so much pressure I can hardly take it.
“Come on my cock,” I growl, leaning back again.
One of her breasts has become completely free from her bra, bouncing up and down as I fuck her harder. I start hammering her fertile body, hypnotized by her bouncing tit, her nipple gleaming from where I sucked her.
“I am, I am,” she whispers.
I look at her face. There’s no way I’ll miss this, the pleasure twisting her features as her pussy grabs onto my dick hard. Her orgasm makes her inexperienced hole somehow tighter, and then I stare down, lost in the sight of my dick hammering into her and sliding out. I’m covered in her come. She’s squirting all over my dick. She’s making me glisten as I slide into her.
“A-a-and you, s-sir,” she screams.
“Say it,” I roar.
“Come in me, sir.”
I go into overdrive, losing my mind, losing control. All I can do is keep fucking my horny girl as the heat burns up my shaft, concentrating on my end. I grunt almost in disbelief as it pulses out of me, more pleasure than I’ve ever felt. I empty myself into the woman I love, savoring every twitching moment. Her pussy begins to pulse slower, as though coaxing the seed out of me.
When her walls have milked me dry, I pull out. I stroke her with my fingers for a few more seconds when I see she’s still experiencing aftershocks of the orgasm, little tremors that start making me hard again.
“I’m so glad I waited for you,” she whispers. “I mean, I didn’t know it would be you. But for the first time, I can’t imagine it being better than that. More magical.”
I lean over and kiss her on the lips. “I love you.”
Neither of us mentions the obvious. This isn’t over yet. It could all still go wrong. It could blow up in at least three different ways. My job. Vanessa. Jane.
“Whatever happens,” I tell her, “we’re in this together. Whatever happens, we face it together.”
“Together,” she whispers, moving in for another kiss.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Ellie
“She said she’s still not ready to talk,” I say, struggling to keep my hands off Max.
We’re standing in the lecture hall alone. Unlike the last time we were here—that magical night—we’re fully clothed, and it’s daytime. It’s been almost a week since the standoff in the restaurant. Jane hasn’t come home. Mom doesn’t know where she is. I think that’s the holdup.
“We can’t keep sneaking around,” Max says as he runs a hand through his hair, his inked arms showing through his white shirt. Glancing at the door, I reach over and touch his arm. He smirks. “Careful, Ellie.”
“You never should’ve taken my virginity, sir,” I whisper, making my voice breathy. Just how he likes it. “You’ve turned me crazy.”