Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
This pussy has been neglected for far too long.
It’s about time someone fixed that.
I lift her from the floor and carry her in my arms toward the lectern.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Having my way with you,” I respond, gazing up into her bright marine eyes that make me want to take a dive. “And to make sure you get the fucking message, I’ll make you listen to your wet fucking pussy too.”
With her face toward the chairs, I plant her down on the lectern, right on top of the fucking microphone.
“What?!” she yelps.
So I turn on the lectern and listen to her wetness through the mic as it reverberates through the entire hallway.
Her cheeks grow so red they begin to match her hair, making me grin.
Her wetness and my cum are spreading all over the microphone, seeping in like I slowly intend on seeping into her life until all that’s left is sheer and utter destruction.
“Don’t be shy. Let me hear you enjoy this,” I murmur as I tear down her pants and throw them away.
“No, this isn’t right—”
When she tries to get off, I grasp the rope that holds her arms in place and pull it all the way around the lectern, then tie both her legs together behind the lectern so she’s pincered.
“Do you think I care whether it’s right or wrong?”
I force her legs apart.
“You think consequences still matter when I have this delectable pussy right in front of me?”
I lean in to take a whiff, and my God, I could just about die from the thought of finally having a taste.
“You’re insane if you think I’m going to let anyone hear this,” she says.
I dip my tongue out and swipe it along her clit. She shivers in place, trying to conceal the excitement, but I can hear her wetness through the goddamn microphone.
“You think you can stay still while I do this?”
I flick my tongue around and look up to watch her squirm on the lectern. Every inch of her body fights me, but I’ll teach her there’s no winning from me and my fucked-up desires for her.
Every swipe of my tongue yields more goose bumps until her legs finally begin to quake under the pressure of my lips, and when I hear those wet sounds of that throbbing pussy through the microphone, my shaft begins to harden again.
This woman … God, this fucking woman will be my undoing.
“You taste so good, baby,” I whisper into her mound. “You think you can resist?”
“Fuck. You,” she hisses between ragged breaths.
“Always with the fuck you. Still haven’t had enough of my cock yet?” I quip, trying to get a rise out of her because the fire in her eyes when she tries to stab me with just a look is nothing short of perfection.
“You wish,” she grits.
“My only wish is your throbbing orgasm right here on my fucking tongue,” I murmur into her sweet, wet pussy. “There is no if, only a when. Because you will come for me again and again.”
She tries to push her legs together, so I grasp her knees and spread them apart even wider.
“Open wide, little slut, let me taste you properly.”
I stick my tongue inside where the microphone rests, and I can hear myself gorging on her wetness, taking delight in the fact that her pleasure is being announced over the fucking speakers so she won’t be able to deny that she’s turned on.
“Oh fuck,” she murmurs, twisting her arms as her nipples grow tauter.
I splay my hand against her belly as I eat her out, rolling my tongue around her most sensitive spot until she shivers under my touch.
“That’s it. Come for me and let me fucking hear it.”
Her body tightens even more, her legs trying to squeeze me to smithereens, but none of it matters because my tongue is right there where it should be—at the forefront of her fall…
Her fall into madness.
An uncontrollable wantonness for me and me alone.
And there is nothing, not even a knife to the back, that could ever keep me from licking her sweet little pussy.
She. Is. Mine.
“Come for me, slut. Do it now and maybe I’ll finally be satisfied.”
I flick her clit faster, faster, faster, until finally she squeals out loud and lets it all go.
Her moans fill the room, and her wetness sloshes around on the microphone, which I lap up right from the source.
And when I’m finally satiated, I lean up to look at her wasted face and the slow return of the rage that hides underneath. Rage at how much she fucking loved it.
Yes, little slut … that’s the face I’m looking for.
“You’ve had your fill now.”
“Really?” I pull up my balaclava again so my entire face is covered, and she can no longer see the dirty smirk on my face. “Or do you just want to believe that?”