Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Fuuuuck. This is a nice surprise,” he says, his voice sexy and gritty.
“Are you hard?”
“Yes.”
I get out of my seat and move over so I’m beside him, pressing my hand against his growing bulge and massaging it with my palm.
“Jesus, Cherry. I’m all boned up. What are you going to do with me?”
“Bathroom,” I answer simply, then get up and walk away.
Shai doesn’t have to be asked twice. He scoops up the bag and follows me.
I grab some kid from one of the booths—I’ve seen him around campus—jerk him to his feet, and pull him along with us.
“Dude. What the fuck?” he complains.
“Shut up.” We get to the bathroom, and I push him against the wall. “Don’t let anyone go in here. Don’t walk away until we’re done.”
He curses under his breath, but I can see the resolve. He’ll do as told.
The second we’re in the bathroom, not even in one of the stalls, I drop to my knees. I don’t give a fuck how dirty it is in here, I want him. I work his pants open, shove them down along with his underwear, and immediately suck his thick, hot shaft into my mouth.
I never imagined how much I would love sucking dick. There’s something powerful about it. I felt it when I blew Ollie, but it’s even more intense with Shai. It’s not like the power and control I feel in other areas of my life; it’s this live, pulsing thing inside me, knowing that I’m making him feel so good.
Shai threads his fingers through my hair. “Fuck, look at how much you can take, Ror. You’re so good for me, so fucking good at taking my cock in your ass…your mouth…like you were made for it.”
Everything he said makes my dick throb, but my brain latches on to one word—Ror. Cillian and the crew call me that, but Shai has never used it, and hearing it on his tongue alters my brain chemistry, makes me thrum with this electric spark, the snap and crackle going off beneath my skin.
I use my mouth and hand on him together, savor the feel of his fat cock on my tongue, look up and see his head tilted down at me, this strange look in his blue gaze that I can’t understand.
I feel alive doing this for him. Still not what I saw on Ollie’s face with Cil. As good as the sex is with him, I still can’t find that, but it’s so fucking good, it makes my head spin.
“Jesus, I’m gonna be quick. My balls are so fucking full for you. Gonna shoot down your throat, and I want you to swallow it all up for me. I want to know my cum is in your belly.”
I love how he talks to me, the way it makes my dick throb and even my hole clench. I’d bend over and take him right here if he wanted me to, would spread my cheeks for him and let his fat cock ruin my ass.
Shai pumps into my mouth, not too much but not holding back either, his balls hitting my chin in what is maybe one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced. He fucks my mouth, his gaze never leaving me, his fingers tangled in my hair. I can tell by his jerky movements that he’s about to come, and I want it all, want every single drop of the cum in his balls.
I work hard for the load, and Shai finally gives it to me, his dick flexing in my mouth, hot spurts of his thick release on my tongue, sliding down my throat. I suck and lick every drop of it, not letting any of it go to waste.
When he’s done, he grabs me and pulls me to my feet, sealing his mouth to mine. Shai pushes his tongue past my lips, and we share what’s left of his cum, kissing and rutting against each other, his back now pressed against the wall.
“Fuck, I hate that I have to go back to work. Let me get you off real quick.” He reaches for my fly.
“I’m good. You can do it tonight. Still only counts as one fuck, though.” I try to adjust myself in my jeans.
His lips straighten out in a thin line. “Yeah, sure.”
I don’t understand. Does he want it to count as two nights? We discussed this in the beginning, and that’s not how we’re doing this.
I pick up the bag of panties he’d dropped on the floor, and the look on his face changes, softens.
Shai pulls up his jeans and zips them. “I wish I could have bought them for you. I know I said I would, but money is tight. Our landlord is already harassing us for rent. I’ll get you more, though, if you like them…if we need more before this is over.”