Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Pressure built in my middle—rising to a fever pitch with each hard, targeted slam inside me. Wilder had me stretched and fucked to the limit. I straight begged for my orgasm.
“Please, baby. Let me come for you.”
“Come with me,” he strained. “Same... time.”
“Whoa,” I shrieked, suddenly finding myself upright.
Wilder held me under the knees, lifting me wide-eyed onto his dick. This was a new position. Very, very new.
I didn’t get a word out before he bounced me on his lap, lifting and impaling my pussy like it was hammering a nail.
White dotted out my mind. I knew nothing. Felt nothing. Was nothing but a creature of pure sex and pleasure.
“Come, you beautiful, dangerous, perfect woman,” he growled. “Come for me.”
Wilder had me at the first consonant. I came hard, belting out a hoarse scream as my body jerked and spasmed under explosion after explosion—orgasm after orgasm.
“Fuck,” he roared. Wilder spilled inside me, filling my pussy with—
“Ahhhh!”
We jumped. A sudden scream ripped through our perfect world, throwing Wilder off-balance. We went down in a shrieking tangle of limbs.
“What the fuck is that?” Wilder shouted.
I scrambled up, clutching my pounding chest. “That is my second surprise of the night. Someone in the club carried out another dare against Wesley, and he’s finally seen it.”
“Wesley?” Wilder rolled up, chest heaving. “Never had the shit scared out of me mid-ejaculation before. Wesley Hill ain’t worth the first time.”
I kissed his cheek in apology. “We will definitely pick up where we left off. Trust me on that. But I knew you’d want to see this.” I angled the screen for us to see. “Multiple times you reported Wesley for animal abuse, and no one did anything against the pampered rich boy. Let’s see how he likes this.”
The lights were on in his dorm, allowing the webcam I secretly turned on to capture the entire scene.
Wesley flailed on the bed, hopelessly tangled in the sheets he was fighting to escape. It was a crime scene.
Blood streaked the sheets and covered half his torso, soaked his hair, and got everywhere as he tumbled off the bed. Lying on the pillow next to him, sharing his bed as he slept, was a pig’s severed head.
“No! No! Ahhh!”
Wesley shouted his head off, throwing everything he got his hands on at the thing as if it would come alive and attack. When he read the message I dared KiwiGirl3 to leave over his head, his bellows got louder.
You’re Next
I gasped. “Oh my goodness, is he...?” My eyes widened at the growing dark patch on his boxers.
“Yes, Sinclair. Hill just pissed himself in fright.”
Clapping my hand over my mouth, I burst out laughing. “Oh, that is good. It’s better than good. How could tonight be more perfect?”
“I’ll tell you—” Wilder snapped the laptop shut. “I get that bastard and his piss-soaked shorts out of my head, and return to a certain thing he interrupted.”
“That is the correct answer.”
Wilder pounced on me.
That night ranked top among the best dates anyone ever had. Up on that observation tower, high above the world, we made love in every position there was, and a few we made up. In between, we talked and laughed and fed each other spring rolls.
Every now and then we checked on Wesley, who passed out after Wilder shut the laptop, and spent three hours splayed out on the carpet.
I lay safe in his arms—warm and content as the sunrise bathed us in golds, reds, and tangerines—a gift just for us.
“He’s on the edge.” Wilder dropped kisses on the sensitive spot under my ear. I practically purred. “Passing out in his own piss? One more push and it’s over. He’ll tell you anything you want to know to make it stop.”
“I know just what I want that push to be. But first...” Flipping over, I popped a kiss on his lips. “There’s a little something that’s going to hit everyone’s student emails in about an hour. I timed it just right. Want to be there with me when it goes down?”
“Does it involve us getting dressed and leaving this spot?”
“Yes,” I said, peppering him with kisses. “But afterward, we’ll go home and you can watch me and my dildo in action for real this time.”
He groaned. “Tempting. So very tempting.” Wilder kissed me hard. “But no.”
It took a lot of coaxing and promising an obscene number of sexual favors before we finally dragged ourselves away.
Wilder held my hand across campus. His thumb tickled my knuckles and his lips found his way to mine at least every thirty seconds. It surprised and delighted me how affectionate he was. After weeks of frisking, tossing away anything I cooked for him, accusing me of being a spy, and disinfecting me before letting me touch him, this Wilder who had his hands all over me and told me he loved me without hesitation... this guy could put a ring on my finger while I was sleeping too. I’d marry him in a heartbeat.