Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
She swallows, her neck almost beckoning me to suck it. Maybe it’s the full moon or the way she likes to battle me, but I want her naked on my lap while I spank her ass. Then when it’s nice and fucking hot, I’m gonna ruin her cunt for all other men.
“You understand, right?”
“Yes, Dean Powers.”
Christ, she’s gonna be my downfall, but at this moment, I almost relish it. Opening my door, I watch her walk in.
“Strip,” I demand, shutting my door and walking past her to my liquor cabinet, where I pour myself a bourbon. She stands frozen, her big eyes traveling around.
“Alexandrea.” She jumps when I say it.
My eyes narrow. “I said strip.” Dropping down onto the couch, I rest one hand on the back as I bring the whiskey to my lips.
She nods and kicks off her Converse. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?”
Even with nothing but the full moon’s light, I can see her cheeks pinken, but her fucking scent makes my nostrils flare.
“Ah, my beautiful Alexandrea. As usual, you’re not understanding.”
Her chest rises and falls in a pant. She holds tight to one shoe.
“I said strip, or don’t. I can always jerk off in my bedroom and pass out watching the news.”
She drops the shoe with a loud thud.
“I listen fine. Have you ever thought it’s the way you instruct?” She pulls off her shirt in quick, angry movements, and I hide my grin behind my glass.
I shouldn’t play with her like this. More than likely, she’s only been with high school boys. But she seems to bring out the best and worst in me.
“Baby, I’m the best teacher.”
Her eyes dart up to mine while she shimmies out of her pants. When I stand and come nearer, her breathing picks up. My eyes travel the length of her. If I thought she was beautiful before, seeing her in nothing but a tiny G-string and see-through bra…
“You’re exquisite.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“Tell me, how many cocks have been inside that pussy?” I ask, watching the pulse in her neck race.
“A couple,” she breathes out.
She’s lying.
A liar… I like that. Taking her hand, I walk us back to the couch and sit again. She bites her lower lip.
“Take your bra off.” She lifts her chin and slowly unhooks it, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts are full, yet her nipples hold my attention—I want to suck and bite them. But I can play with them later. Right now, I want the truth. The pieces are falling into place.
She has, without a doubt, the tightest pussy.
I could barely get two fingers in her on my desk.
I reach for her hips to move her between my legs as adrenaline pumps through my blood. I lick her belly button feeling her slightly shake.
“You a virgin, Alexandrea?”
She takes a deep breath as I look up and watch my answer play across her face.
Despite that, she clears her throat. “No.”
“Hmm, you know what happens to bad girls who lie, right?” Ready to release my cock and shove it down her throat, I consider making her gag on it until she admits to what I already know.
I shouldn’t be getting off on this, but I am. The thought of being her first…yeah, I like that.
“I’m not lying,” she states, looking down at me.
“All right.” I pat my lap. “Sit.” Her eyes widen, and she lowers herself next to me.
“Here. Let me help instruct you.” I grab her wrist, pulling her down so she’s lying with her face in the couch and her ass across my lap.
“What the hell?” She wiggles when I spank her right cheek, the sting and heat on my hand making me grunt. Alex lets out a shriek as I swat her again on the other side.
“Just tell the truth.” Caressing her warm cheeks with my tingling hand, I wait for her answer.
“You can’t spank me.”
Ignoring her, I swat her again, then pull her thong to the side.
“Spread your legs,” I command.
Together, we groan.
“Look how wet you are. And so fucking tight,” I murmur, sliding my middle finger in and out of her.
“Oh God,” she whimpers as I remove my finger, dragging her slick wetness onto her rosette hole. Jesus Christ, I’m ready to blow my load just looking at it. I swing her legs to the floor and weave my hand in her hair till I’m jerking her head back. Our eyes lock, and everything else seems to cease as I peruse her face and increase my grip. She licks her lips, but if she’s unsure, it’s not in her eyes—they’re almost pleading.
“Last chance, Baby Girl. Anything you want to tell me?”
Her breath stutters as a moan escapes her puffy lips. “Fuck me, Dean Powers.”
ALEXANDREA
“Fuck me, Dean Powers.” My voice sounds breathy, his fist tightens in my hair as he makes me stand with him. I feel like I’m in a deliciously erotic dream, where I demand my hot professor take my virginity.