Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
His hips continue to thrust powerfully inside me. Except now, from where I’m pressed against the door, I can see how his jeans have slid down past his ass in the mirror as he fucks me. My feet are flung up indecently, one foot almost to my ear.
Oh god, what the hell am I doing? I’m on campus, where I strive so hard for my peers and students to take me seriously.
But as I throw my head back against the door and continue watching the show we’re putting on, I can see very clearly what I’m doing.
I’m getting fucked by the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. It’s hotter than any porn I’ve ever watched, and it’s real life. Happening to me.
I all but squirt around his cock as I grab Isaak’s face to mine so I can kiss him again. And I kiss him furiously. Hungrily.
The pleasure and emotions rise together in a confusing, ecstatic tide. No one’s ever made me feel anything like this. He makes love to me with a single-minded obsession that makes me feel—
It takes everything inside me to muffle the cries and squeals that I usually let free when we’re in the hotel room. I lock my legs against Isaak’s back and drive back against his ferocious thrusts with my hips. I should care that we’re making an indecent, rhythmic noise against the door. I don’t. I’ll just have to make him come faster than he usually does.
But after several more ecstatic moments, as I’m driven closer and closer to my own peak, I remember the kind of stamina he has. So I wiggle out of his arms and off his cock.
He frowns in confusion, but I just grin, holding a finger to my mouth. “Shh.”
Then I start to rub my own clit as I drop down in front of him, skirt pooling just enough to cushion my knees. Then I blink up at him seductively.
“Aw fuck, Princess,” he whispers.
“Don’t call me that if you want your cock sucked.”
Those words out of my mouth in any other situation would feel ridiculous. The whole situation would be awkward and have me totally in my head.
But as Isaak swallows, so affected by me, his Adam’s apple bobbing, all the other analyzing stops. There’s just me and him, nodding as he gets a little of his bravado back after a moment.
“Fine. Suck my cock, Red.”
I grin and open my mouth to lick up the pulsing vein along the bottom of his shaft. I taste myself coating his cock, and it’s probably wrong that it’s so hot. But after that first night when he made me taste myself on him, with Isaak, it turns out that wrong is so, so fucking right.
With the hand not touching myself, I reach up and pull the clip out of my hair, shaking out my curls.
Isaak reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair. God, I love it when he does that. I feel his desire for me in the flex of his fingers and the throaty gurgle he tries to swallow when I finally open my mouth and swallow just the bulbous head of his thick cock, sucking with all my might. Then I lick the very tip of his cock with my tongue.
His legs start to shake, and I know I’ve really got him now. It’s wild to me that I can feel such a heady rush of power even while I’m on my knees. But I do. He’s in the palm of my hand, and I love the feeling of controlling his pleasure. In the rest of my life, I so often feel out of control. But here, suctioning my mouth around Isaak’s cock as I move up and down his shaft—oh God—I’m about to come. I can’t help the little whimpers in my throat that make me hum around his cock, even as I try to stifle their volume.
Isaak’s hand in my hair clamps tighter, and he starts to take over and direct my movements. Oh fuck. That’s even hotter. While I like feeling in control, I love this dance of handing control back and forth to one another even better.
Now I don’t have to worry about how much or how fast. He’s taking care of every worry I might have, so I can just focus on how good it feels to connect with him so viscerally.
Oh shit. My pleasure spirals higher and higher. Oh—Oh—
Oh god. This is what’s been missing in my sex life the whole time. Trust. I’ve never trusted any of my former partners as much as I trust Isaak.
I look up, Isaak’s cock all but down my throat. He’s looking down at me, eyebrows furrowed in concentrated focus. Our gazes connect, and the pleasure bites through me. Oh god.
Isaak’s face contorts in surprise, then agonized pleasure as if he’s triggered by mine.