Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“I went with my sister,” he offers.
“It doesn’t matter,” I sigh. He bows his head and I will my thoughts away.
“Okay, so let’s hear what you thought.”
Ashley invites Chloe and I over after school, but I bail, too anxious to get home and look up the French he spoke to me today.
The second I bound through the front door I run straight to my room, pressing the power button on my old computer and waiting for it to buzz to life. Gracie pops her head in, wanting to hang out, but I tell her I’m busy. I connect to the Internet and pull up a search engine, clicking on the first translation website the results provide. I type the words I wrote in my notebook, and wait.
My body falls back against my desk chair as I gape at what’s on the screen before me.
I miss your kiss. You’re all that’s on my mind.
His words are what inspire me to go to his office the next day during lunch. I have to know if his routine is still in tact. If his lust for me is still so powerful that he feels the need to relieve himself in the middle of the day.
His office door opens easily and I’m brought face to face with him, sitting, his piercing eyes staring directly at me. He looks down and I follow his stare. His pants are wide open, and he’s squeezing his hard length while lightly rubbing the tip with his thumb. My eyes water, a mix of elation and anguish, as I slide inside and shut the door behind me, clicking the bolt in place.
“Why don’t you ever lock your door?” I practically whimper as my hands twist behind my back.
“Maybe I’ve been waiting for you,” he confesses, a hint of a smile around his lips.
“And if I didn’t come?”
He laughs, a naughty sound that causes adrenaline to pump through my veins.
“I can’t take the back and forth,” I admit, moving towards him. “You either want me or you don’t.”
“How can you ever doubt me not wanting you?” He leans forward and grabs my hand, tracing soft circles over my palm.
“I feel like I keep forcing you,” I confess, looking away.
“Does this feel like you’re forcing me?” He moves my hand to his erect penis, while his other grabs onto me, pulling me forward so I forcefully land on his lips.
He opens his legs and I fall between them. I move my arms around his shoulders, leaning down, meeting his embrace.
“That was a pretty slick move with the French,” I whisper.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he smirks before repeating his words. “Vous êtes tout ce qui est dans mon espri.”
His lips find mine again as our tongues enter a ferocious combat of pure indulgence. I thrust my left hand into his hair as my right grabs hold of his penis tightly.
“Tug on it like you did last time,” he mumbles. “My hand doesn’t feel nearly as good as yours.”
I moan against his mouth as he jerks and swells at my touch. I wrap my other hand around him too, using both to pump him with a resilient power. He grunts, his breath hot on me, already letting me know he’s close.
I let go of him, backing away before dropping to my knees.
“Oh God, Luci, what are you doing?”
I want to taste him. I have to taste him.
“You don’t have to do this,” he says, and the unmistakable want in his voice makes me smile, because there’s nothing I want to do more than this.
“Yes I do,” I answer, my own hooded expression finding his as I lightly place a kiss directly on the head of him.
“Oh hell,” he closes his eyes. I plant a second kiss on the tip. His eyes open again almost immediately, and I giggle, because I know there’s no way he’s going to miss watching this.
“At least get off the floor,” he pants. “Let me sit on the counter so you can stand.”
“Just… shut… up,” I whisper against him, giving his mushroom head another kiss, this time letting my tongue swirl around it.
“Uhhhh,” he exhales an unintelligible sound, pulsing in the air, begging for more. One more kiss from me, a groan from him, and wetness begins to leak out of the hole.
“Lick it up,” he orders.
I smile as I do, savoring the salty taste, before shamelessly inhaling deeply. He smells so amazing down here, and I twirl my tongue around him as I make my way lower, all the way to his tight balls.
“Yes,” he growls.
I inhale him again, his aroma completely mouthwatering.
I make my way back up, focusing on the tip again for a second before wrapping my hand around the entire length and leading it into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he whispers as I take him in, deeper and deeper, sucking as I go down until I feel him in the very back of my throat. My eyes tear a little from the strain of my wide-open mouth, but it’s amazing and perfect. I have no restraint, weariness or worry, even though I’ve never done this before. It comes naturally, just like everything with him seems to do. He rewards me with the most wonderful sounds as I bob my head up and down.