Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Almost unwittingly, I take my cock into my hand, squeezing myself hard while sliding up and down the length. The mere thought of her has me horny and ready to blow my load. I tighten my grip and jerk myself harder. My grip fringes of pain, and I grit my teeth.
Fuck, it feels so good. All I see is her in my mind. She ran so perfectly, without me having to prompt her, and the best part of all, she got away.
Dammit. I stroke myself faster, up and down, up and down. I’m on the edge, close to losing control.
Control. I would’ve lost it entirely if I’d caught her in the dark abandoned stacks at the back of the library. No one would’ve been able to save her from me. I’d have ripped her leggings and panties off her body and fucked her raw right there. Would she have begged me to stop? Or would she have begged me to keep going? All I can see is how she tried to hide from me, and the way she pressed her glasses up her nose. How her eyes flashed and her chin tipped up as she attempted to stand up to me.
No matter the cost, I need her body beneath me. I need to feel her trembling cunt as I press deep inside her, fucking her until she’s a weeping mess, begging me to stop because the pleasure is too much. I can only imagine how beautiful her pale, smooth skin will look covered in my marks. I can't fucking wait to find out. I work myself closer to the edge, my thoughts swirling as I consider everything I want to do to her. Pleasure zips up my spine, and I let out a roar as I explode, splashing ropes of sticky cum against the tile. I let out a blissful sigh, and the frustration I carried from earlier feels lighter now.
I quickly finish washing and rinse off. When I step out of the shower, I’m calmer, my control closer to the surface. I consider the information I have. It’s not much at the moment, but there will be more to come. Right now, though, I need to ensure that Maybel makes it to the event tomorrow night, and the only way to do that is to ensure her friend, the blonde, brings her.
I smile to myself as I dress quickly in a T-shirt, jeans, and my university jacket. The package isn’t complete without the jacket, the golden child fulfilling his family duties. The gentleman, the charming hero. That's who I want her to see, who I want her to think I am until it's too late for her to get away. I might have already ruined that in my surprise at the library, but it'll be interesting to see how she pivots when I show up at her dorm. There won’t be anywhere to escape.
I shove my wallet, keys, and phone into my pockets and head downstairs. I’ve just passed Sebastian’s room when he asks where I’m going.
“Out.” That’s the only response he gets. Before anyone else can ask me what I’m doing or if I ate lunch like they’re my parents, I slip out the front door and walk down the driveway, heading back toward the campus.
I have a car, two actually, but I prefer to walk. It gives me time to clear my head and think through things. Plus, you can be a lot less conspicuous without a car. On the walk, I consider what to say and how I’ll lure her out of hiding. Her little roommate is going to play an integral part. If necessary, I will blackmail her too. Nothing stands in the way of what I want.
The streetlamps have just turned on when I reach her dorm. I tuck my hands into my pockets and stand casually outside the building, waiting for the first girl to offer me the opportunity to enter. Obviously, I’ll have to see maintenance about making a key card so I don’t have to stand out here, flashing a smile every two seconds. It’ll be well worth the five hundred dollars.
It takes all of two minutes for a bystander to take pity on me.
“Are you wanting to come in?” the brunette asks, licking her lips. She’s pretty, but something tells me she's one of those girls who pretends to be afraid, and that’s not what I’m looking for.
“Yes, my girlfriend isn’t answering the phone.” I shrug.
She bats her eyes at me and holds the door open. “What kind of girl leaves their boyfriend out in the cold like this?”
I ignore her comment altogether and slip inside the dorm. A rush of warm air hits me, and I start up the stairs, heading to the third floor.
“If you get bored with your crappy girlfriend later, I’m in 2B.” Her voice reaches me, and the offer hangs there, but I don’t show any interest. I’m selective about the girls I fuck, and even more selective about the ones who see the darkness hiding just beneath the surface.