Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Here in the library, lit by the glow of the green glass-shaded lamp that sits on the corner of the desk, his tanned skin looks so perfectly smooth.
He’s in a form-fitting long-sleeve white shirt, and the neck is just low enough that the edges of his collarbone tattoos peek out. He looks like a heartthrob jock, the kind of guy who would be nice to everyone and win Most Popular, too.
I touch the edge of his textbook.
And I slam it shut.
When he finally glances up at me, I reach lower and push the top of my pants and underwear down, pulling out my cock.
His eyes land on it, bare, for the first time.
Something I’ve always been more than proud of.
My cock is hard.
Thick.
Very ready to fucking shut him up.
He suddenly stands up from the desk chair and yanks my arm deeper into the stack of books.
“Are you insane?”
“Anyone could walk down this row at any time,” I tell him. “And if they do, I’m not stopping. Get on your knees.”
I get my foot behind his legs and give him a little push there a moment later, taking him by surprise.
He falls to the ground, and the instant he’s there I press the slick tip of my cock up against his pretty lips.
Need that.
Need a lot more of that.
“I’m not doing this here,” he whispers.
I just push my tip against his mouth again.
“You already are. Open.”
I take two of my fingers and put them on his lips instead, and finally he parts for me. He takes my fingers into his mouth, and the slick feeling of his tongue makes me throb.
Fucking give that to me, Rayne.
The moment he’s sucking on my fingers I yank them out.
And I replace them with my cock.
Rayne finally takes me in his tight, wet mouth like he should, and for a moment I let him gently suck me, pausing to marvel at how good he looks.
Then I get impatient.
And I slam my hips forward and push my cock in all the way to the back of his throat, making him choke on me.
And it’s everything I’ve needed for weeks on end.
“Oh, God, Rayne,” I utter, gagging him a little and then shoving a little deeper. “How many times did you dream of taking my cock like this?”
And he really does look prettier with me inside him.
He looks perfect and dutiful.
Not that he has a choice.
“Going to use you to get off,” I utter as I pull out fast, let him take a quick breath, then thrust into him again, in a deep, deliberate motion. “And you need my cum.”
I push in so far that I know he can’t breathe again.
I let it hang there for one second, then two.
Then I pull back and let him gasp for air as I slide my tip along his lips, the friction of his mouth just enough to drive me wild.
He runs a hand across his hair.
Collecting himself, which I’ll be sure to ruin in another moment.
He holds my gaze.
“You think I’m your plaything,” he says softly, his voice a little ragged. “But you’re the one who admitted I’m the only thing that can get you off anymore.”
I dig my fingers into his hair and yank it hard, pulling his head back.
I stuff my cock past his lips to shut him up again, but it feels so good my thighs twitch, and his eyes are so captivating when he’s taking me.
I need to come, sooner rather than later.
I’ve had enough of this.
This hold Rayne has had on me.
It’s going to end once I get him out of my system.
“You used me that first night at the party,” I whisper. “Now I use you whenever I want. Going to come on your tongue.”
This time he’s the one who deep throats me so far down that he can’t breathe.
I don’t have to thrust in, because he willingly takes it.
He’s trying to milk the cum out of me.
“You’re desperate,” I say, pulling out for a second.
“Call me something worse.”
I suck in a breath of air. “The most willing mouth I can find to fuck. Lips all slick because you’re a needy slut for my cum.”
He laps his tongue along my underside and I’ll lose my fucking mind if I don’t shove deeper into him. He takes me like he’s been waiting for it, hollowing his cheeks out as he slides me deeper.
Every flick of his tongue is better.
Takes me closer.
You liked that I called you my slut.
When I tug his hair hard again, I can feel him moan on my dick.
And when I put my other hand on his throat, I can feel my own cock thrusting inside it.
I lose all control at the thought of it.
When I know I’m going to come, I force myself to keep my eyes open.
Look at him the whole time.