Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Keep coming!” I order him. “I need to feel you keep coming!”
“Uhhhh!” He grunts again as his cock thrashes wildly against me. “Fuck, it’s good! Yeah! Keep rubbing your cunt against me. Uh!”
“Ah!” I bite down on his shoulder to keep from wailing.
“That’s it! Uh!” His speed is unrelenting. “Come again for me, Luci! Come on! I’m gonna make that pussy come again!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” I thrust my hips as we both rub out another orgasm.
“Ohhhhh I feel another load coming!” His hand grabs my hair. “You want more of my come?” I nod, and he gives one final thrust, holding me tightly, pushing me into the wall. “There we go,” he groans, as more of his liquid oozes through his pants, mixing our juices together. “There we go,” he repeats quietly.
When his throbbing finally subsides, he lets out a small laugh.
“By the way, happy early Valentine’s Day,” he whispers.
“Yeah, you too.” I pant.
“What’s with you always making me come in my pants?” He shakes his head while setting me back down on the ground.
“I don’t know,” I hesitate, realizing what we just did.
“I’m sorry,” his hands cradle my face. “Please don’t regret this.”
I offer him a half smile, because as much as I want to, I don’t.
He backs away, and I give myself over, smoothing out the fabric of my dress. While it’s a little wrinkled, it isn’t stained or ruined, but Josh’s apparel is another story.
“I have other pants upstairs,” he says. “Do you want to come?”
“Yeah, okay,” I sigh, following him as we make our way back to the other side of the building. “This place has an upstairs?”
“Yeah, there are hotel rooms here.” We round the corner and he holds the door open for me as we step inside. “This place is absurd.”
“Wow,” I follow him into the stately building, through the ornately decorated lobby, and towards the large curved staircase.
“Luci?” I turn around mid-step, coming face to face with my old English teacher. I turn back to Josh, who is still facing the other way, three steps up, unable to turn around because of his stain.
“Sorry,” he whispers.
“What’s she going to say to me?” I ask, and he just shakes his head.
I descend the stairs, going back to the lobby, while Josh continues up.
“Hi, Ms. Harrington,” I offer a small smile. “Congratulations!”
“You can call me Deb now,” she smiles kindly. “We’re not in school anymore.”
“Right…” I laugh.
“Is there something going on between you and my brother?” She’s blunt, but not in an unfriendly way.
“No,” I attempt to hide my lie. “We’re actually,” I laugh. “We’re sort of friends now, I guess?”
“Friends?” It’s obvious she doesn’t believe me.
“Yeah,” I nod, believing the lie. “He helped me get a student teaching position at the school. I start the week after next.”
There we go, not a total lie.
“Babe?” A male voice booms.
“In here!” Deb responds, just as a tall, handsome man walks in. “Luci, this is my fiancé Matt. Matt, this is one of my past students, Luci.”
“Hi,” I reach out and shake his hand. “Congratulations.”
“Is she not the best teacher?” He smiles, his white teeth looking almost too perfect.
“Yeah, she’s great-”
“I think my brother was Luci’s favorite,” Deb chimes in, and a frown line forms.
“You were both good,” I swallow hard.
“Speak of the devil,” Matt looks towards the stairs just as Josh is coming back down.
“You changed?” She accuses.
“Yeah,” Josh affirms. “Spilled wine all over myself.”
He doesn’t look at me, but I can’t help my fixation with him. He’s broad and powerful - sexy, and a huge part of me can’t get over what I let happen just now. He’s done the worst thing someone could ever do to me - lie - and yet for some stupid reason I still think he’s the best.
“Luci?” His husky voice brings me back to the now.
“Yeah?” I whisper, willing my eyes not to betray me. I don’t want to want him anymore!
“I was asking what you’re majoring in?” Ms. Harrington seems annoyed.
“Mathematics,” I swallow hard before pausing. I need to go. I shouldn’t be hanging around Josh. Not when he still has such an affect on me. “It was really wonderful seeing you again,” I breathe, “and congrats, but I really should get going.”
They all look at me confused.
“It was great meeting you,” I offer Matt a small wave.
“Luci,” Josh objects.
“You didn’t even eat yet!” Ms. Harrington stares at me, and then at Josh, bewildered.
“It’s a long drive back,” I can feel an anxiety attack coming on.
“We can get you a room here,” Ms. Harrington argues. “Or I’m sure my brother won’t mind sharing his.”
“Um,” I wince. If I was going to change my mind and stay, that did it.
“Deb!” Josh shouts.
“What is going on?” Matt finally speaks.
“I’m sorry, but it’s a little strange that you’re my brothers date tonight,” she admits.