Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
A wrinkle of confusion appears between her brows. “No?”
I drop my forehead down on hers. “Put the ring back on right now and I’ll fuck your pretty mouth so good, your lips will chap.” Her eyes widen as my motives become clear, but before she can respond, I continue. “My men are going to hear me getting the best blow job of my life up here. It’s all going to make sense—me running out of here the second my shift is over. I’ve got a college girl with a hot mouth at home willing to wring me dry.”
She’s going to give me hell for strong-arming her with sex, I know it—and damn, she should, it’s unforgiveable—so I dive for her mouth and kiss her hungrily, before she can start. I work her tongue over until she’s good and horny again, clawing at my shirt and trying to pull me down on top of her. Somehow, I don’t go. I stay where I am, continuing to kiss her, and I guide her hand down to my dick, letting her feel it through my jeans. Letting her know what’s available to her if she just puts that tiny piece of jewelry back on her finger.
“God, I miss your lips wrapped around it,” I rasp, rubbing myself on her palm, picturing her kneeling in front of me, head bobbing. She gives blow jobs like she does everything else, like she wants to please her teacher. Like she wants to get a good grade. “I’d kill for those big doe eyes on me while I pump it into that suckling mouth.”
Her eyelashes flutter and I can feel the conflict rolling around in her perfect head. I hold my breath and pray. Please give me this. I just need some proof she’s still mine. “All I have to do it put on the ring?” she whispers, tracing my dick worshipfully through the denim.
Sensing her imminent agreement, I take the ring out of my pocket and slide it onto her finger, barely resisting the desire to roar and beat my chest. “Go ahead, baby. Take it out.” I tug down the neckline of her dress, so I can look at her nipples while she gives me head. And son of a bitch, she has me unzipped and tunneling down her throat within seconds, she’s burning so hot for it. She scoots to the very edge of my bunk, causing her dress to ride up and I can see her wet underwear, ready to be stripped off. It should have my fucking name on it, but we’ll get there again. By God, we will.
Right now, though, I want to reward her for putting the ring back on. I want to service her kink. I want to drag her deeper into the abyss with me. So the next time she deep throats me, I stay there a little extra long, until she chokes a little, gasping. I stay locked in her little throat until I’m on the verge of coming and the guttural moan leaves me, broken and animalistic, definitely loud enough for them to hear downstairs.
“That’s a good girl,” I pant, stroking her hair while she coughs. “Again.”
Her eyes are glazed, mouth swollen. She’s in that place where she’s losing touch with reality and becoming consumed with me, the way I’m consumed by her. Thank God. It’s like I can finally breathe again. “Yes, Daddy,” she hiccups.
And I thrust back into her mouth, stroking into heaven several times before pausing in her throat, allowing the roar to build and release from my chest, all while our eyes remain locked, mine possessive, hers dutiful. And her hands lift, fisting my cock and adding a hand job while she sucks so beautifully, so fucking eagerly, that my balls begin to rumble and tighten. I don’t have much longer before I need to make my next move.
“I could come on your face. You would love that, wouldn’t you?”
She nods without hesitation, sucking me harder, trying to get me there.
“But you know what I would love even more, gorgeous?” I slip my throbbing dick out of her puffy lips, yank her onto her feet and strip the panties down to her ankles. Keeping her mouth busy with rough kisses, I take her ass in my hands and boost her up, growling my approval when she wraps her thighs around me automatically. Then I guide my shaft right to her pussy hole and rub it there enticingly, savoring her gasp, the way her thighs and butt flex in anticipation. “I would love to fuck you against my locker, Mandy, so I think of you every time I open it.” I run my tongue up the slope of her neck. “And God, it would make so much noise. They would know you’re getting the business up here.”