Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Ahh gorgeous girl, the way you fucking drip for me.” He stands up, slaps my butt enough to sting and gathers my backside into his lap. At some point while he was kneeling, he must have unzipped his pants and took out his erection, because it prods me now, thick and pulsing in the valley of my rear. “So much wet down there, we better take advantage.” I’m jerked higher onto my toes and my hands shoot out, gripping the edge of the bookcase. “Did you wear those heels so you’d be the right height to catch my cock in that sweet ass, Mandy? Been asking me for it for two weeks, haven’t you?” He fists his length and rubs the bulbous head against my pucker while I hold my breath, pulse skipping.
Is he really going to do it?
Because he’s not lying—I do beg for my first anal experience when I’m overcome. I beg to be owned completely. To know what every part of him feels like inside of me.
Just in case I needed any further proof that this dangerous obsession runs both ways.
In front of me on the screen of Bobby’s phone, I’m shaking through my first orgasm and past Bobby is watching me under heavy lids, sweat on his upper lip, his tattoos glistening in the streetlight. God, it’s so hot, and it makes me even wetter now, giving present Bobby even more slickness to spread around…and then it’s happening.
He’s entering me there.
That virgin part of me I never thought anyone would touch.
And I’m encouraging him with whimpers, pushing myself up higher on tiptoes, giving him access that he takes in a long, low growl, his inches occupying me in a slow, thick push. With every section of hard flesh he gives me, I shake a little more, my mewls growing louder, but I’m comforted by his kisses on my neck—and his praise. As always, his praise.
“That’s such a tight ass, baby. Wrapped right around me like it’s been waiting so long. So long for your man to come get it. And fuck, look at you, ass up, thighs spread, hips tilted just right, offering it all to Daddy.” His open mouth rides up the curve of my neck, his exhale shaky in my ear. “Don’t worry, he’s going to take it. He’s got no choice but to take such a sweet young ass, huh, gorgeous? Grip the shelf like a good little girl.”
The moving images on the screen of his phone blur and I can only experience now. His big body takes from my smaller one, his fingers finding the groove between my thighs and pleasuring my clit while he pumps into me from the back, my tiptoes barely housed in my high heels any longer, my mouth open in a silent moan. His drives remain slow and thorough, lifting me off the ground when he fills me completely, my cheeks grinding into his lap, his touch making wet sounds between my legs, crude curse words emerging like gravel from his throat. He grunts and licks my neck, bites my shoulder, rubs his mouth in my hair. Every single inch of me is possessed by him. His wild heartbeat against my back tells me I possess him, too.
We’re addicts.
We both hear the footsteps coming in our direction, but there’s no stopping. No hiding what we’re doing when a voice calls out, “Hey…Mandy?” It’s the whistler. “Just making sure everything is okay back here…”
In my periphery, I see my fellow psych major come around the corner and witness what’s happening. I can only imagine the scene we paint. Me, clinging to the bookcase for dear life while Bobby thrusts into me, encouraged by my horny whimpers, my rocking hips. It’s very clear that none of this is happening against my will. I’m an eager participant. I always am. And I’m too close to finishing to be ashamed. I’m an animal. That’s what Bobby turns me into.
The fingers that have been rubbing my sex so deliciously are removed momentarily.
Bobby brings those fingers to his mouth and sucks off the moisture.
“You couldn’t handle her, kid,” Bobby rasps, fisting my hair and bending me over completely, forcing me to grab a lower shelf. Taking me harder. “So fuck off.”
The whistler’s footsteps are a scramble of sound as he runs away.
It’s almost embarrassing how much it turns me on, being claimed by Bobby in front of a witness. Especially by the boy who intentionally made me uncomfortable with his comments. There is no one who could consume me like this. There is no one who could break me and rebuild me like Bobby and it was an insult for this boy to think he could. I’m glad he knows better now. In this moment, I would let Bobby fuck me in front of the entire world.