Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“Are you sure?” he growls.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck me harder.” He needs no further invitation. My man thrusts hard, looking down into my face for a reaction, but when he sees only pleasure, he thrusts again, and again, bringing me close to orgasm. My boobs bounce into my face with the force of his ferocious fucks, and he cups one of them while licking the other.
“Hmmmm,” I moan. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jason grunts into my tits as he thrusts so hard his balls are pressed into my ass cheeks. Then, he lifts his face up to mine and kisses me with passion as his rod drills my squelching pussy. Fire erupts deep inside and all my muscles clench up as orgasm rips through my frame, my pussy squeezing his cock tightly.
“Oh!” I scream, my eyes rolling back to show the whites. “Oh oh oh!”
“Unngghh,” Jason grunts into my mouth, “you’re so tight.” His cock throbs intensely as he comes, pumping a load deep inside, grunting and groaning into my mouth. “Oh, fuck,” he rasps as he continues to fill me with his load. I can feel his seed spilling from the sides of my pussy and dripping down my ass cheeks in a sticky, delicious mess.
Eventually, we fall into each other’s arms, out of breath. My pussy is still contracting on his cock, buried deep inside me, with the aftershocks of my incredible orgasm.
“Oh my,” I sigh blissfully. “Yessss.”
Jason chuckles before ducking his head down for another kiss.
“It was that good, huh?”
I merely smile peacefully, although I want to tell him I love him. I want to tell him that I loved this, but that would be insane. So instead, I settle for the satisfying weight of his huge body on mine, as he lays his head on my chest and listens to the gradual slowing of my heartbeat. Yet what’s going to happen? Is Jason going to keep sneaking in through the window like an interloper? Can we continue this dirty liaison, even though I’m in high school, and he’s the older man? Even crazier, we didn’t use protection … and I don’t care.
7
Emily
I walk into the school cafeteria and let my eyes scan the large room, which is filling up fast with chattering, laughing teenagers with backpacks slung over their shoulders. I’m looking for Janine, and soon I locate my sister lining up in the lunch line as she scrolls on her cell. Making my way over to her, I join her in line.
“Please don’t ask me how the test went,” she mutters without looking up from her phone. Janine looks pale and wan, and her brown curls look limp for a change.
“That bad?” I ask, flinching a little. I helped my sister study for a biology test she had today. We pored over an entire term’s worth of material in the space of a week, but I guess it didn’t really work. Unlike me, Janine isn’t exactly the academic type. She’s let her grades slide all year and she’s now on academic probation. Unless my sister gets her GPA up, she could be expelled.
By contrast, a few days ago I received notice that I got a full-ride to State this fall. My acceptance letter was flowery and filled with congratulations, and the financial aid offer literally made me tear up. Yet even though this is what I’ve been working towards for forever, I feel so guilty that I haven’t even been able to share the news with Janine, or my parents. Instead, I’ve thrown myself into helping my sister improve her grades, in the hopes of avoiding the impending doom of her dropping out of high school, which seems inevitable if this continues. Knowing Janine, my sister would sooner drop out and save her pride, than face the humiliation of getting kicked out.
“So was it that bad?” I probe gently again. “The test, I mean. You don’t have to say if you don’t want to.”
Janine looks down at her feet.
“I just froze,” she mutters, and I can sense the note of panic in her voice, which is new. Usually, nothing can get my sister down. “I literally forgot everything I’ve been cramming all week. Poof, gone,” she sighs.
“It’ll be okay,” I say soothingly, putting my arm around her. “You still have the rest of this term to make it up. I’ll help you.”
“Thanks, Emily,” she says as we arrive at the pizza bar. We each help ourselves to a slice, and then I point to some yummy-looking cupcakes at the next station.
“Take one of those as dessert,” I encourage Janine, “it’ll make you feel better.” She nods and selects one with vanilla frosting, while I choose a strawberry one. We pay, and then go to sit down in the crowded cafeteria.
“Tell me something nice,” she sighs as we slide onto the benches of an empty table. “I don’t want to think about that stupid test anymore because it’s so fucking depressing! School sucks!”