Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Holy shit, how could he know? Swallowing, I glance around my room.
“I wasn’t.”
“Liar.” He laughs as my cheeks burn.
“How did you know?” I demand as I start to smile.
“Because I’m sitting in my office with my cock in my hand, thinking about how I wish it was deep inside your tight cunt.” His voice is deep and gravelly.
“Now tell me the truth. Are you being a naughty girl?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes, what?” His voice reaches down to my core, making me so wet it’s almost dripping out of me.
“Yes, I’m being a naughty girl, Dean Powers,” I say breathily.
“Such a dirty little slut, Alexandrea. What are we to do? Last night, my cock was fucking your ass, and already you need to touch my cunt.”
I moan out at his words, which should be making me angry. Instead, I think I could come listening to his filthy mouth.
“I can still smell you, feel you. Take your hand, baby, and rub that clit.”
I shiver. It’s as if I’m on fire, but my body is covered in goose bumps.
“Oh God,” I stutter out. Leaning back on my bed, I open my legs and rub my clit.
“Talk to me.” His voice is tight. “Are you thinking about my hand stroking my cock? Because I didn’t lock my office door. Anyone could come in.” His voice is low as I rub hard back and forth on my clit. “What if I told you I had a woman in here, and her mouth was sucking on my cock?” he grunts.
My eyes pop open. “What?”
He chuckles. “Or what if that woman is in your room, and her head is between your legs, licking your sweet, swollen clit as I watch.”
“Brett, what are you doing?” I gasp.
“That’s it, baby. It feels good, doesn’t it?” He praises me. “I’m right here with you. Now close your eyes and let her eat what’s only mine.”
“Oh my God…” Something is wrong with me. As I pant, my pussy gets even wetter, and I frantically rub myself.
“Yeah, just like that. Look at her eat you, baby. You getting ready to come? Because I am.” And I’m barely holding on as my eyes flutter shut, letting his dark fantasy spill out of his mouth.
“Brett…” I whimper, my hand gripping the comforter as my other hand keeps rubbing. “I… need…” As the pressure builds, I moan loudly.
“That’s my little slut. Come while I watch her get you off,” he growls, and I do, spiraling over, pulsing and jerking again and again.
“Fuck, Alexandrea,” he grunts, and I listen to his own release.
Staring up at the ceiling, I struggle to catch my breath, then sit up.
“What the fuck, Brett?” I say, mortified, when he starts laughing as I look around, wanting to crawl under my bed and never come out.
“Alex, relax, it’s only phone sex. You’re okay.”
“I… you just,” I sputter.
“I tried to have her suck my cock, but you weren’t digging it.” He laughs again, and I can hear he’s moving around.
“I didn’t… I just…”
“Okay, I’ll make a deal with you. From now on, I’ll keep it just us.” He starts laughing again.
“I need to go,” I snap, standing.
“Me too, office hours.” His voice sounds way too happy as I press End.
“Fucking adrenaline junkie.” Tossing my phone on the bed, I march over to my dresser. In seconds, I’m jerking on my bra and panties. “He’s turning me into one of them,” I huff, grabbing a black tee and some leggings, ignoring my phone, which is ringing again.
It’s not Brett. I can feel it’s not him by the way my stomach doesn’t flip. As I hop on one foot, putting on my ballet flats, I glance around to make sure I’m ready for my day.
I have a physics quiz that I need to focus on since I got zero studying done this weekend. Maybe I’ll skip English and go to the library for a quick review. I grab my backpack and stupid phone.
“Christ.” I groan at the massive line of notifications. Missed calls from Jordan, of course, then Skylar, rolling my eyes because I’m surprised she knew my number, my dad, my mom, Jordan again and again, and now Jude.
Fantastic.
I’ll call my brother back in the car, I decide, as I lock the front door. I need a solid plan here. People know I always answer my phone and return texts.
“Hey, Walter.” I smirk at the neighbor’s dog waiting for me on his porch. The dog happily runs to the fence, jumping and barking as I walk by. He’s starting to grow on me, probably because he’s the only one happy to see me come and go.
I toss all my crap onto my passenger seat and push on Jude’s number, then start my car, making the call go to Bluetooth.
“So you’re alive?” Jude pants into the phone.