Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“You okay?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah…” he grunts, his hand dating under the desk to push mine away. But I don’t let him, not at all. I just keep stroking as I lean forward and let my breath tease over his thick head.
“You know, you should come join me some time.”
“Pardon?”
Ms. Lyne laughs flirtatiously again, which sets of my jealous, possessive rage again. Only this time, I know exactly how to channel it.
…I sink my mouth over Oliver’s big cock, and I suck.
“My gym! You could come work out with me sometime.”
Bitch.
I suck even harder, swirling my tongue around his crown as I greedily slurp more of him into the back of my throat. I can feel him tensing, and I hear the barely contained grunt from his lips as his thick cock swells in my mouth. He reaches under the desk again, trying to push me away from him, but I knock his hands away as I hum quietly on his cock.
“Not that you need to work out. I mean, those arms, Oliver! What do you do? Crossfit?”
I take him even deeper, sucking on him so wetly as I stoke his shaft. He’s mine, not hers. My bobbing lips move faster, quietly slurping up and down his thick cock as I tease him with my tongue. His hands try and push me away again, but at this point, I think he knows it’s a futile gesture.
I can taste my own pussy on his head, from when he was teasing me with it before that bitch just barged right in. I moan quietly, stroking his cock with one hand, I bring the other one up to cup his full, heavy balls. Oliver clenches, and his hand under the desk no longer tries to push me away. Instead, he pushes it into my hair and tangles it there, giving me a thrill as I start to suck and bob even harder.
“I… uh, no,” he grunts. “No Crossfit, I just lift.”
“Well, it’s certainly working for you. Listen, Oliver, why don’t you pack it in? It’s late, and we can go grab that drink I keep asking you about.”
“What about the gym?”
She giggles, and I imagine her waving her hand flirtatiously, which only fuels me as I start to go to town on his cock.
“Oh, it can wait. Come on! The bar on first floor of my building has fantastic cocktails. You know that.”
Oliver grunts, clearing his throat.
“Maybe another time, Kelly,” he hisses, his cock swelling so big between my lips as his hand tangles in my hair. His hips move—barely, and basically undetectable from the other side of the desk, but the thrill of him fucking my little mouth has my pussy so wet that I can feel it trickling down my thighs.
Ms. Lyne is silent for a moment, but when she talks, her flirty tone is gone.
“Okay,” she says testily, “I mean, we had that drink before, when you first started at Winchester.”
Green, envious rage burns through me, and I pull away from him, scowling at the thought of Oliver meeting up with the gorgeous and sultry Ms. Lyne for a drink, at the freaking bar in her goddamn building. Them doing other things besides having a drink together seeps into my mind like poison, and my scowl deepens. But then, that possessive feeling comes roaring back into me, and without another poisonous thought, I drop my mouth back down onto his cock.
“Oliver are you… I mean,” Ms. Lyne sighs deeply. “Do you date men, Oliver?”
I almost laugh around his cock.
“Excuse me?” he growls.
“Oliver, I’m telling you I want you to take me out for a drink. I’m inviting you to come hang out in my very building. Most of the male staff here would trip over themselves at the opportunity.”
I arch a brow as I pull away to tongue at Oliver’s head.
What a bitch, I think to myself before I sink my mouth back over Professor Bard’s big cock.
“I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re asking, Kelly,” he growls. “I just don’t mix work and play, that’s all.”
“I see,” Ms. Lyne says testily.
“And you’re technically my boss. I don’t know how appropriate—”
“Forget it, Oliver,” she hisses under her breath, and I hear her stand from the desk.
“Enjoy grading your paper,” she mutters.
“Enjoy the gym, Kelly.”
I listen, my mouth still bobbing up and down his pulsing, thick cock, as Ms. Lyne walks towards the door. It opens, and she pauses.
“Oh, and Oliver, one more thing. I expect those mid-term evaluations on my desk first thing on Monday.”
My fingers tease over his swollen balls as I kiss his head, and he just groans, hand tightening in my hair as Ms. Lyne slams the door behind her.
Oliver immediately growls, pushing his chair back and dropping his fierce gaze to me, sitting there on my knees suckling his fat cock.