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)
He’s giving this to me, doing this for me.
His smirk drives me insane, and I can’t focus on anything other than his moving shoulder. It’s early, so he’s probably still on his head. I imagine how he’s playing with it, rubbing it between his fingers, maybe even use his palm and circling it. Next he’ll probably wrap his hand around his whole length, jerking it a few times before squeezing hard. That’s how he likes it. It’s what makes him come the fastest. Although, with me sitting here like this, I’m sure he’ll come fast enough as is.
The tops of my thighs are now completely soaked, and it only gets worse when he reaches his other hand up and presses the remote, increasing the ball speed yet again.
I flex my fingers, wishing I could just place them where I need it.
He laughs silently, his shoulder working faster, tugging on himself hard now.
I open my legs more and push myself down onto the ball, trying to alleviate the ache. I can just barely reach it like this. I try again, driving down hard. Another time. It’s just not hitting me where I want.
His grin lets me know he knows exactly what I’m trying to do, and he shakes his head. I don’t stop, bouncing faster, my hands balling against the table. He’s moving his shoulder to match my speed, biting his lip, loving how desperate I am.
I close my eyes, frustrated, desperately wanting release. I can’t keep them closed for long, though. I’m too interested in watching him. I can tell he’s really pounding himself under the desk now.
He makes a face, and I know that look well.
Shit, he’s going to come.
He reaches over and pulls out a handful of tissues. He waits a second, as a few people look up upon hearing the noise. As soon as no one’s looking he places them under his desk. His eyes are on mine, hooded, and his mouth opens slightly. He gives me a wink before learning forward and biting his lip. He rocks in his chair and his shoulder is really moving now.
He’s coming.
I can practically taste it. God I love how it spills out of him, always so much, always with so much power, gushing like a damn river.
I’m about to loose it.
He silently laughs again as he shifts in his seat, no doubt putting himself away.
Stupid bastard.
He clears his throat.
“Please bring your tests up once you’ve finished, and if you need more time you may stay behind.” Of course no one will stay behind, except for me.
Everyone starts packing up, realizing the bell is about to ring. He presses the button again. Fuck, the ball is pounding me now. I stop my bouncing, since everyone is no longer focused on their tests, and instead ground myself into the chair, pressing down hard. The way it’s smacking into me feels so good.
Oh God, I want to come so badly!
The bell rings, and when the last person exits, he stands and shuts the door.
“Luci,” he turns around. “You’re being so good.”
I start my bouncing again, my face painted with need.
He walks over and wraps his arms around me from behind. “You want it so badly.”
I nod and I can’t help it, I grab my breasts and lightly pinch my nipples though the fabric. I let out a loud moan, feeling him smile against my neck.
“Oh, Luci,” he nudges my head to the side, grazing my nape with his lips before his tongue licks softly.
I groan loudly again.
“Please,” I beg as his hands move down to my thighs. He starts bouncing me faster than I’ve been able to do by myself. It’s so fucking good.
“Oh yes!”
His hand moves under my skirt.
“Yes, please!” I thrust towards him, because he’s not getting to me fast enough. He uses one hand to hold me down, bouncing me at an almost blurry rate, not as high as before, but lower, so much faster. His other hand finally finds my pulsing clit.
“Shh, I’ve got you, baby.”
I don’t think he makes it around more than once before I’m coming hard, falling back against him, my legs so far open, shaking.
“There you go,” he encourages in my ear.
I don’t have a chance to settle before another orgasm rapidly approaches. My lips find his neck as he starts thrusting against my back.
“You have no idea how you turn me on,” his warm breath hits my ear, and before I register what’s going on, he’s lifting me off the stool, carrying me across the room.
I’m on cloud nine as he sits in his chair and slides himself into my swollen, wet folds. I’m already moving, grinding his cock in me.
“Fuck, Luci,” he leans back. “Yeah, ride me!” My breath is still coming hard as I chase another orgasm. “Oh ride it!” He shouts, moving back and forth in his chair, his hips beating into me. “Uh, take my cock! Take it!” He cries, and I bounce faster, feeling as he swells inside me.