Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“I wish I could taste you. I wish I could have you. Just once, Hudson. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so sick. Maybe you could heal me.”
I pump my cock and tense as my orgasm builds. “If we ever crossed the line, there’d be no coming back, baby. We wouldn’t heal. The sickness would fucking spread. I can barely think of anything beside you right now. If I actually had you, I’d become obsessed.”
A frustrated sound rips from her. “This is torture, dammit! It’s not fucking fair!”
“Shhh,” I say in a soothing tone. “Someone will overhear you. It’s just us right now.”
“We’re not doing anything wrong.”
But we are. It’s so wrong. What we want to do is even worse.
“Take your panties off,” I demand, desperate to have this moment with her. Tomorrow we can go back to staying away, but tonight, I want this. “If I can’t touch you, I want you to do it for me. I want you to tell me every goddamn sensation, Rylie, because I’m going insane not knowing. I want you to push your fingers into your tight, slippery cunt and I want you to taste how sweet you are. I need to know just how good that forbidden fruit tastes. Please.”
She gasps and then a slight moan slips from her. My cock is aching in my grip. I close my eyes and think about her perfect pouty lips. I imagine what it would feel like to rub the tip of my dick against her bottom lip. Would she flick her tongue out and lick me? Would she suck me into her throat?
“Fuck,” I curse. “Fuck.”
“I’m so wet,” she whispers. “When I touch myself normally, it doesn’t get like this.”
“Because it turns you on that I’m over here fisting my cock wishing you were here to do it instead?” My words are clipped and gravelly.
“Y-Yes, I’m very turned on.”
“How many fingers are inside your pussy, Ry?”
“One.”
“I’ll never get to push my thick cock into you, baby, but I want to know what it would feel like. Put another finger in and tell me how it feels,” I demand, my balls heavy with the need to come.
“Tight,” she breathes. “I have to use the…um…the juices to get it slippery so it’ll slide in better.”
Fuck me.
“Is it in now?”
“Yes.”
“Do the same for that third finger. My cock is much bigger than your little fingers, heathen. But you can pretend it’s me, right?”
“I don’t want to pretend.” The pout in her voice makes me chuckle.
“I don’t want to either. Now tell me how it feels.”
She breathes heavily. “Like it’s too much but not enough. I want…I need…” Her breathing catches and I can tell she’s close.
“If I were there, I’d lick your sweet cunt until you screamed. Those juices that are dripping down your fingers wouldn’t be a problem. I’d lick you all clean.”
“Hudson,” she moans. “I want you.”
“I want you too, but it can’t happen. Stay with me. Play this game with me, please.”
“Okay.”
“Put me on speaker so I can hear you.”
She shuffles and then tells me she’s done it.
“Now,” I instruct. “Use your other hand to touch your clit. I want you to rub it and pretend it’s my tongue, okay?”
“That feels good,” she breathes.
“I would do it so much better, baby. So much better. But this is all we have. I want you to keep rubbing and then tell me when you come. I’m barely holding on here by a thread, but the moment you let go, I’m going to come all over my stomach. If you were here, I’d want you to lick my cock clean and—”
“I’m coming!” she cries out.
The sounds from her are so fucking erotic that it tips me over the edge. I close my eyes, imagining her three fingers inside her little pussy as she makes a big mess with her release. It’s enough to have me groaning as cum jets from my dick and shoots up my chest, soaking my bare chest. I keep my eyes closed for a moment as I imagine her sweet red tongue running along my happy trail that’s splattered with semen. My cock jolts from that image.
When she bursts into tears, I blink open my eyes and shake away my daze.
“What’s wrong?” I demand, panic welling inside me. “Did I…Do you regret…”
“W-What? No,” she sobs. “I…I just want you back home. May fifteenth is too far away.”
My last final is on the fifteenth, so we have about three weeks until the end of the semester. It may as well be three years because it sure as fuck feels that way.
“It’s not that far away,” I lie.
“I’m lonely without you.” She sniffles.
“I’m lonely without you too.”
She’s silent for a beat. “I miss Mom and Dad. I’m just a responsibility to Aunt Becky and Uncle Randy.”
“I miss them too. I could tell Coach that—”