Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Slide down that big cock,” he growls deeply into my ear, his voice thick and masculine. “Show me how much of that cock you can take.”
I moan as I sink down onto him, my breath catching as the size of him stretches me wide. But I keep going, whimpering in pleasure as I slide down inch after inch of his cock, until finally, I can feel my clit resting against his balls. His hands are all over me as he starts to slide me up and then back down—cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples, and the other hand sliding down over my tummy to find my pussy. His fingers tease my lips where they’re stretched around his thickness, and when he starts to roll his thumb over my clit, I cry out and start to bounce on him.
And then, Beckett starts to fuck me.
His powerful hands hold me tight, thrusting me up and down his cock animalistically, growling roughly into my ear as I start to tumble all over again. Another mini climax explodes through me, and I can feel my pussy rippling up and down his shaft as my honey floods his balls. But we just keep going, and I know this is building into something huge.
Beckett’s lips move over my skin, his teeth grazing my neck as I bounce on his big cock wildly. My breath becomes ragged, and his groans get deeper and deeper as I feel his cock somehow get even harder and bigger. He grunts as he drives up into me, filling me with his cock over and over again as I start to tumble towards a very, very big cliff.
My body trembles, my pussy clenches tight around his thickness, and suddenly, as he bites and sucks at my neck and plunges that big cock into me again and again, I know I’m going to fall.
“I—oh God!”
“Come for me,” he snarls into my ear. One big hand slides to my neck, cupping my jaw and twisting my head as he kisses me fiercely. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
I pull away from him, gasping for air as I throw my head back and just start to ride him, bouncing wildly on his gorgeous cock as the climax begins to boil up to claim me.
And just then, the door opens, wide.
“Hey, sleeping beauty, you about ready to get the fuck out of—”
And just like that, my whole world flips upside down. Because standing there in the doorway is Beckett Truman. My heart leaps into my throat, and almost in slow motion, my jaw drops as I turn my head. Because if Beckett is standing there, who the fuck am I—
My head swivels, and when my eyes lock onto the older, just as hot version of Beckett, suddenly, it’s like raw fire engulfs my entire body.
I’m not riding Beckett Truman’s cock.
…I’m riding Porter’s.
Right now, Porter fucking Truman’s cock is deep inside of me. My fucking math professor’s big, thick cock is plunging deep inside of me, swelling up so hard, even as the horrible realization turns his face white.
“Oh fuck—”
He chokes the words out, and I’m about to scream, but it’s too late. It’s too late, because right then, a combination of the incredible feeling of him, and the buildup, and the adrenaline shock of Beckett himself walking in, and the filthy wrong realization that the thick cock I’m bouncing up and down belongs to my gorgeous, hot math teacher ten years my senior?
Well, all of that suddenly comes together in one powerful, explosive rush. And suddenly, wrong or not, fucked up or not?
Suddenly, I’m coming. And I’m coming hard.
The orgasm hits me like a fucking train, slamming into me and making me squeal in pleasure. Pleasure floods through me, and all I can think to do is turn my head back to Beckett. Our eyes lock just as the wave crashes over me, and all I can see is the raw, blazing blue fire in his eyes before mine squeeze shut with the thundering force of my orgasm. My pussy clams down so tight on Porter’s big, thick cock, and as my own arousal floods onto him, he groans deeply, and suddenly, I can feel it.
Suddenly, I can feel my professor coming inside of me, right in front of Beckett.
I cry out as I feel the hot, thick ropes of his cum spurt into me, pump after pump of him filling me to the brim as I gasp for air and tremble and convulse on top of him. My eyes roll back in my head, and I’m gasping for air before I force my eyes back open.
…And find myself looking right at Beckett.
The whole room goes still, like time has stopped. My heart suddenly lurches into my throat, and I start to open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes.