Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Finally, I’m standing in front of him, and he brings his lips to mine and everything inside of me melts. My clit feels swollen, my nipples threaten to rip through my shirt. I haven’t been able to keep a pair of panties dry since I’ve met Leo.
Our tongues slide against each other, our breath becoming one. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me as tight as he can as if he were afraid I would float away if he let go. And that’s how it feels. I could float away right now. Everything is light and airy, and wonderful.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says when we part. He rubs his thumb against my cheek, studying my face before his eyes come back to mine. “I want you. Tell me you want me too.”
“I want you,” I say, breathless.
“Show me how bad you want me.”
I unbutton my shorts and let them slide to the ground. I step out of them. Then I pull my tee shirt over my head and toss it aside to my shorts. I stand there, in my bra and panties, and look him straight in the yes. He watched intently as each article of clothing came off, yet he doesn’t move. Doesn’t reach out to touch me.
“The rest,” he says.
I hesitate. I know it’s incredibly ridiculous. I’m standing in this large lecture hall, in just my bra and panties. Is there really a difference whether I’m completely naked? I mean, how much worse could it really look if someone walked in now while I was in just my bra and panties? So I slide off my panties, unhook my bra, and toss those aside too. As I’m standing here, completely naked, I lift my foot onto his chair. Being in this gigantic, empty room, makes me feel even more naked and vulnerable than I already am. But it’s exciting too. There is nothing left to the imagination. I’m exposed. I’m his for the taking. He’s looking at me like a wild animal would look at its prey. Like he wants to devour me.
I grab his hand, bringing it between my legs. Guiding his fingers through my wet folds. Leading his finger inside me. It slips in so easily; I’m already so wet.
“Is this enough proof of how much I want you?” I whisper.
He growls and the hungry look in his eyes grows even more predatory. With little effort he lifts me onto the desk and lays me back. He spreads my legs and throws them over his shoulders. I hear his zipper just before his hard cock eases into me, stretching me so deliciously and fully I stop breathing for beat.
I groan at the sudden intrusion. He goes in deep and hard. Each time he hits me so deep, I cry out. It’s not painful really, only a little uncomfortable until my body adjusts, and then I’m hurtling toward my orgasm suddenly. His hands are squeezing my thighs, gripping so hard I expect I’ll have bruises later from his fingertips. His hard, fast thrusts cause me to squirt a little, which seems to put him in a frenzy. I’ve never had that happen before. I’ve heard of it happening, but I always thought it was a myth or a trick they use in porn. I’ve heard boys in school talk about it, like it’s some kind of unicorn they could never catch. But it’s not a myth and it happens over and over again until the desk and my thighs are completely soaked beneath me.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says and begins to pound me even harder. He pinches and pulls at my clit, stroking it. I scream as I finally come, clenching my thighs tightly around his hips, stopping him for a few seconds from moving at all.
When my thighs unclench, he fucks me harder, and I can tell from the look on his face, from his gritted teeth, that he’s very close to coming, too. He grunts, and just before I think he’s about to come, there are voices outside the door.
“Shit!” I say.
He pulls out and I scramble to gather my clothes into a ball. There’s no time to get dressed or leave the room. There’s nowhere for me to hide! Terror rips through me as I scramble for a place to hide.
“Under the desk.” Leo sounds far more calm than I feel.
I hurry and climb under the desk. He sits in his chair, his cock still outside of his pants. There’s not much room under here. My heart slams against my chest as I hear the chatter of students filing into the classroom.
Shit, shit, shit. I’m going to get caught. This is going to ruin me. It’s one thing for a rumor to spread, but to be caught naked in the act? This is so humiliating. Not only that, but the desk is a slippery mess from my pussy and our fucking. I could see it glistening in the overhead lights. There’s so much of it that it looks as though he’s spilt a cup of water on it.