Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Her smile is so innocent it’s almost erotic, and then she cocks her head to the side to slightly expose her bare neck. It’s enough for me to see the veins throbbing against her skin, and I have to swallow a groan.
“Ask away.”
I keep the book in place because my cock is fully erect now, and in these thin hospital pants, it wouldn’t leave anything to the imagination. “Would you let me eat your pussy from the back?”
I didn’t mean for the words to come out, but I’m not used to being overwhelmed like this. If I’d seen her across the room coming toward me, maybe I could have been better prepared. As it stands, it’s not my fault.
There’s a moment before anyone reacts, and I see her eyes widen and her lips part. She’s shocked by my vulgarity, and I wonder if that means she’s a virgin. She certainly looks like one.
“That’s enough,” Alton says, and then he moves fully in front of Mia to block her from my view.
I’m off the couch in a heartbeat and already in motion. I use my book to backhand Alton across the cheek and send him stumbling back. He’s going to be pissed as hell for that love tap, and I’m sure I’ll lose reading privileges, but I don’t care. The only thing that matters to me is getting closer to Mia.
While Alton stumbles, Mia’s eyes change from shocked to terrified as I push her against the wall and press my body into hers. My cock is so fucking hard it must feel like a bat shoved against her belly, but she’s so goddamn soft. I bury my face against her neck and take a long lick of her sweetness as my fingers dig into her hair.
She smells like lilies and something fresh. Something that the inside of these walls hasn’t experienced in centuries. Her mouth opens, and I expect her to scream, but instead she lets out a whimper.
My fingers tighten in her hair, and I thrust my cock harder against her as I bite the place I just licked. My teeth don’t break the skin, but I suck anyway. I want to leave a mark on her so that she remembers this. Remembers me. God knows she’ll be the only thing on my mind when they throw me in the confinement cell.
I don’t have much longer, so after I leave my mark on her neck, I move my lips to her ear. “When you put your fingers in your cunt, pretend it’s me.” I thrust against her once more before I feel arms ripping me away from her.
I manage to free my fingers from her hair before they get me off of her, and entwined in them is the pink ribbon. I wrestle with the orderlies, and in the shuffle, I hide the ribbon down the front of my pants. With my cock still hard as fuck, they won’t put their hands down there any time soon.
After that, I stop resisting and let them lead me away. I get one last look at Mia, who is still leaning against the wall with her cheeks flushed and her hair a mess. Our eyes meet, and I wink at her right when I feel the pinprick on my ass.
That’s the last thing I remember before the world around me fades away.
Chapter Three
MIA
It’s been a week, and the hickey on my neck still lingers. At least now it’s easier to cover with makeup. I rub my finger over the spot where Jamison left his mark and recall the way my body responded to it. He had me pinned to the wall while he was pressed against me, and even hours later, I could still feel him there.
It was difficult to forget because every time I drifted off to sleep, I dreamed about it. Each time I would wake up with my panties almost soaked through. Once I woke up with my hand between my legs and my fingers inside of me.
It shocked the hell out of me. Sure, I’ve masturbated, but it’s not exactly an easy task when sharing a dorm and having roommates. This is the first time I've lived in a place where I have a room to myself.
The thing is, when I touched myself before, I never put my fingers inside me. Since Jamison said those filthy words, it’s like I can’t think about anything else.
“What is wrong with you?” I say to myself in the mirror. No good can come from this kind of thinking. I huff, then pull out my concealer to cover the mark before starting my shift.
I adjust the purple ribbon in my hair before pushing all of it over one shoulder. It helps cover the hickey more effectively, and I don’t need anyone else to have a reminder of what happened. The whole episode made me feel like I was caught doing something wrong when I wasn’t. Maybe it’s because I knew how wrong it was and enjoyed it anyway. Not that anyone else would know that.