by K. Webster
Her muttered word against my lips is enough to have me pulling from her and gathering my bag.
“Okay,” I agree with a genuine smile.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do to her, but I can assure you, it won’t be pretty. It’ll be depraved. Stupid. Selfish. Greedy.
Once she shoulders her purse and bag, I grab ahold of her hand. She attempts to fight me, but I tug her from the classroom and only release her once we’re out the door, so she can lock up.
“We need to talk about all of this,” she murmurs under her breath as we make our way down the hallway. “Talk, Author. I want to know what’s going on.”
I sling my arm over her shoulder and claim her for anyfuckingbody to see. She tenses in my grip but can’t get away.
“We’re going to talk. And fuck.”
She swats at my chest. “Can you be any louder?”
“WE’RE GOING TO TALK AND F—”
Her palm slaps over my mouth. If looks could kill, I’d be a dead man. Those pretty honey eyes are liquid fury as she glares at me.
She releases me as we push through the doors. I let her squirm out of my arms. Her cute ass jiggles in her skirt as she hurries away from me toward her Audi. It makes my dick hard, knowing her panties are soaked with my cum running out of her. Serves her right.
“Nice car,” I say, pointing at the sleek, black thing.
She shrugs my comment off. “Not my choice but it’s mine nonetheless.”
When she reaches her car, I toss my bag into the back right after her and then climb into the passenger seat.
Her eyes are wide, worry flickering in them. “We can’t do this, Author.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “You keep saying that and yet here we are. Your pussy is still wet and sore from where I just fucked you. You can’t keep your tongue out of my mouth to save your life. This is happening, Maze.”
With a kitten-like growl of frustration, she puts the car in gear. After a few moments of driving, she turns to look at me. “Where are we going?”
“I could take you home to meet Mom,” I say just to goad her. Her face blanches and she jerks her gaze back to the road. “Or, you could drive us to the Hilton, and I’ll get us a room with the money Daddy gives Mommy each month to shut her the fuck up.”
Her knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. “What is wrong with you? Seriously. You’re…you’re…”
“Just like him?”
“Cruel. Hateful. Mean. Abusive,” she snaps. “So yes, just like him.”
The anger in her voice makes me bite back my reply. Instead, I lean back in the seat and let her drive without harassment. I’m not like that prick. I may look just like him but I am not like him.
She surprises me when she turns into the driveway of the hotel. I half expected her to leave me at the next street corner.
“I can’t get the room. He’ll see it on the bank statement. Just go book it and we’ll go inside to discuss this…all of this. What happened this afternoon cannot happen again.”
Shrugging, I climb out and book us a room. Fifteen minutes later, we’re standing in front of the bed in a queen suite.
I peel off my blazer and toss it away before ridding myself of my tie and dress shirt, loving the heat that flashes in her eyes. “So talk, Maze.”
Her nose scrunches up in frustration, but she can’t keep her eyes from my sculpted torso. When she licks her lips, I take my time undoing my belt. She remains statue-still as I push down my boxers and slacks.
“Want to talk about how big my cock is? Does it look just like my dad’s?” I question as I stoke it forcefully for her.
Crimson floods her cheeks and throat. “This. This is what we need to talk about, and I can’t do it with you standing there naked.” An exaggerated sigh. “Devon doesn’t have children.”
Her comment stings. “Fuck you.”
Tears well in her eyes. “Okay! So you look like him! But how do I know you’re his son? He’s never ever once spoken about any children. Does he pay child support?”
At least she’s not as guilty as I’d originally imagined. “I’m his. My mom told me more about him last night. Finally, after for fucking ever, she gave me the deadbeat’s name. Devon Macmillan. Imagine how betrayed I felt after meeting you. So you two don’t sit around and have a good ‘ol fucking laugh at my expense?”
She charges for me and slaps my chest. “Who do you think I am? Some monster? Of course not! I don’t talk to him unless I have to. I hate him, Author!”
Tears streak down her cheeks as she sobs. With a sigh, I relent and hug her to me. Her hair smells like almonds. Sweet and perfect.
“Why do you hate him?”
“Cruel. Hateful. Mean. Abusive. Remember?”
I tense and hug her tighter. “I’m not like him. I’m better than him. I would never pay off the woman I fucked to keep my son away from me. Shoveling money into her purse isn’t responsibility, it’s cop out. A motherfucking escape from reality.”
“I didn’t know,” she tells me through her tears. “Had I known, I’d have pushed him to see you. I swear it.”
My anger diminishes. She’s not lying. The woman doesn’t have it in her. My dad is an asshole. Even to his own wife.
“Why don’t you leave him if he’s so awful?”
She sniffles and looks up at me. “That’s why I took this job. I’m trying to take a little money at a time out of our account to stash away so I can leave him. I want to slip away one day with the clothes on my back and never look back at this shitty life. If he knows I plan on leaving, he’ll do whatever it takes to either stop me or ruin me. He knows people. His connections to dirty politicians like him are ridiculous. I’m not stupid and neither is he. I have to play my cards right. And this?” She motions between us. “Is incredibly stupid. I shouldn’t be here. I should be at home waiting for him. Cooking his dinner and ironing his clothes for tomorrow. I should take his berating and ignore the scent of the other women. All so I can keep going along as planned.”
She chews on her bottom lip and pulls away from me. My cock flinches when she peels away her shirt to toss it to the floor. Her full tits are all but spilling out of a sexy lacy pink bra. “But,” she murmurs as she frees her breasts. “I would much rather be here yelling at you for being an asshole because for the first time in years, I feel alive and wanted. Your mouth can be mean but your eyes don’t lie, Author. What your eyes say is enough to keep me here.”
My eyes skim over her pebbled nipples along to her stomach. When I see bruising there, I growl.
“That motherfucker do that to you?”
She clutches my wrist when I splay my fingers over her taut flesh. “He’s not always physical with me. Some women go through much worse. He’s never punched me with his fist. Just slapped at me and stuff. The occasional shove. It’s not as bad as—”
“I’m going to stomp his ass into the ground,” I vow, my voice trembling with rage. Maybe it was a good thing my mother never married the fucker. We were better off without him.
“No,” she mutters. “And, I worry what he’ll do when he finds out you know who he is. He’s not a good man. If he thinks you’re going to mess with his stupid position in the government, he’ll go after you and your mom. Family means nothing to him. He’ll find a way to hurt you.”
Dartmouth.
If that asshole so much as thinks about touching my scholarships, I’ll kill him. No doubt about it.
“Fine,” I concede. “I won’t say anything, yet. But, I will continue to fuck his wife.”
She shudders. “Why do you have to be so crude?”
“Because I like when you get mad. You’re so pretty when you’re pissed.”
Her lips draw up into a breathtaking smile. A smile I’ll do anything to keep plastered on her face. Hooking my thumbs into the elastic of her skirt, I drag it down her body until it hits the floor.
“Did you wear sexy panties just for me?”
Monday she had on a pair of sexy-as-fuck
granny panties when she flashed the world from the parking lot. Today she’s wearing a pair of lacy things that match her bra. Her cheeks redden and she looks away.
“No…”
Gripping her jaw, I force her to look at me. Heat flickers in her eyes as she parts open her mouth.
“Your lies are so transparent, Maze. Tell me you put them on this morning in desperate hope I’d be the one peeling them off later in the day.”
“Y-Yes.”
I grin at her and wink. “Good girl. Now get on the bed and let me taste myself on your pussy. I bet you taste better than your delicious-as-fuck cupcakes, too.”
She practically runs over to the bed, her sexy ass bouncing all the way. When she climbs on and lies down on her back, I can’t help but admire her. The woman is fucking beautiful and doesn’t even realize it. Dumb Dahna Big Tits or Annoying Aubrey have nothing on this woman. Absolutely nothing.
“Spread your legs apart. I want to see your pink cunt.” My voice is a husky whisper. “Is it wet?”
She lets out a nervous whimper but slowly obeys my command. Her pussy lips are smooth and glistening.
“Touch yourself. I want to see how you think you know your body. Then I’m going to teach you how you’re supposed to touch yourself. How to come harder and longer than you ever have in your entire fucking life.”
I climb onto the end of the bed between her spread legs and sit on my haunches. My cock is hot and throbbing in my fist as I watch her tentatively touch her clit. It’s cute how shy she is about it. Her cheeks and neck are still red, even creeping toward her tits. She squirms and is fidgety. And her swollen lip is trapped between her teeth as she gives me a look that says, Is this how?
“Use both hands. Pull your outer lips apart. Show me what you’re hiding, Maze. I want to see every part of you.”
Her head gives a slight nod, and she breaks our gaze so she can look down at what she’s doing. I smirk at how her fingers shake as she attempts to do as she’s told. When her middle finger rubs against her sensitive clit, her entire body tenses.
“Did you like that, little turtle?”
She laughs at the nickname, and it lights up her whole damn face. “Yes.”
“Do it again. Don’t stop. I want to see how fast you can move that finger.”
Her brows furl together with concentration as she rapidly massages her clit. With each breath, it becomes more and more ragged and uneven. At one point, I think she forgets to breathe. When she’s close, I snatch both of her wrists and yank them from touching herself.
“What’d you do that for?” she complains, the fiery anger that makes her look so hot revealing itself. “I was almost there!”
I give her a smug grin and climb off the bed to look for my tie. Once I find it, I motion for her hands. “Give ‘em here.”
“No.”
Quirking up a brow, I laugh. “Yes, give me your hands or I’ll take them. Either way, I’m tying you the fuck up.”
“But what will you do?” Her nose is scrunched up, and worry is painted all over her features.
“I’m going to pleasure you. Now give them to me, or I’ll be forced to punish you first.”
With a scowl, she huffs and shoves her wrists to me. I make quick work of tying them together. After I finish, I push them back until her arms are flat against the bed.
“Keep them there, or I’ll tie them to the headboard, too. Got it?”
She nods and her chest heaves. “What now?”
“I’m going to taste your pink little pussy. I want to bite on that sensitive clit. Maze, I want to know how many fingers I can get into your tight cunt.”
A growl rumbles from her. “You can’t say anything the normal way.”
Smirking, I lean over her, my cock resting against her belly and my mouth hovering over hers. “What’s the normal way? I want to lick your vagina like a cat laps up milk. I want to suck on your clitoris until it bleeds. I want to finger fuck you until you soak the bed with your juices. Is that proper and normal?”
“God! No! Just do it and stop talking about it! You’re making me crazy! Fuck me already!”
Throwing my head back, I laugh at her loss of control. I don’t think I’ve every really heard her curse before. “Yes, little turtle, as you command.”
I slide back and spread her pussy lips apart with my thumbs. My tongue makes rapid, uneven circles against her throbbing, hot clit. Her moans only excite me more, and the need to devour her until the end of time takes over. Sucking and biting and licking, I eat her pussy like it may be my last meal. She squirms and shrieks and begs. And all it does is make me want more. Her body explodes with trembles when her climax hits her. I don’t stop to let her rest. Fuck that, I’m going to give her another and another and another.
“Please!”
Her garbled pleas do nothing to deter me. In fact, I push a finger into her to see just how wet she is. My Maze is soaked—fucking drenched—as her pussy clenches desperately around my finger. I slide it in further as I lick her clit until I find the elusive G-spot that Daddy probably never once found for her. The moment my finger swipes against it, she comes alive with an ear-piercing scream. Her fingers have somehow made it into my hair, despite her bindings, and she rips at it, as if she can stop this force of pleasure.
She can’t stop it.
Only I can.
And I’m not done with her yet.
Giving her clit a break, I tug away from her grip on my hair and look down at her. “Hands back up, Maze.”
With a whimper and a lot of squirming, she obeys. As soon as she’s done as she’s told and her hooded honey eyes are on mine with that sexy mouth whispering prayers no god will ever answer, I press another finger into her. And then another. Three fingers are tight, and she moans loudly.
“Does it feel good when I touch you there?” I demand as I stroke her G-spot.
“Uh-yes-oh-God-don’t-stop—”
Using my other hand, I let my thumb massage her clit while I fuck her pussy with my fingers. She’s a live wire screaming and begging. I don’t let up until I feel the gush. The gush is what I was working toward. Hot liquid drenches my hand as she squirts from deep inside. A look of pure horror mixed with lust washes over her face. I drop the back of my hand to the bed and revel in the way the rest of her orgasm sprays toward me.
“Author!” she screeches and slams her knees together before shoving her body away from me up toward the headboard. “Oh my God! What just happened?”
Running my soaked fingers in the juices on my stomach and cock, I bring them to my mouth and suck the sweet musky scent from them. “I just made you squirt, little turtle. Nowhere to hide when I’m deep inside your cunt forcing pleasure from you like it’s mine. It is mine. Your orgasms were meant for me to take.”
Her eyes zero in on the wet spot on the bed, and she snarls in disgust. “Did I pee?”
Chuckling, I shake my head and snatch her ankle. She lets out a squeal when I pull her to me. I climb on top of her between her legs and push into her without warning. When she lets out a moan, I cover her mouth with a hungry kiss. Her hot, tight body clenches around my thick cock. This woman is addicting. I like being inside of her.
I’m close to coming but I want to see her face—Dumb Dahna would be so jealous. I need to see those honey eyes. To watch them turn liquid gold when she screams my name.
“Look at me, Maze,” I growl against her mouth and lift up.
Her heated eyes find mine, and she snares me in her trap. I don’t want to look away from her. Ever. Life is perfect buried balls deep in this fucking gorgeous woman.
“This will never be enough for me,” I breathe against her lips as I thrust into her slower but harder. “I’m going to want your hot cunt every goddamned day. What are we going to do about that?”
She mewls and starts to close her eyes. Grabbing her jaw, I kiss her forcefully and pick up speed as I drive into her.
“Tell me what we’re going to do about that.”
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bsp; “I don’t know…”
“Yes, you do.”
“You’re going to have me every day.
“Damn straight.”
I crash my lips to hers again and claim her with my mouth. I’ve fucked lots of girls but never have I fucked a woman with such a receptive body. She comes alive at my touch and that’s heroin to my ego. I’m high on her need for me.
She lets out a moan as her pussy begins to contract with yet another climax. Lifting up, I meet her searing gaze and it tips me over the edge. Bliss rushes through every vein in my body, and I explode with pleasure. My heat pours into her and fills the little bad girl up. Her sweet pussy milks every bit of it because we were meant to fuck. Motherfucking born to do so.
“Shit!” she hisses, her eyes wild with confusion and stress.
“Shhh,” I murmur against her lips. “Tell me my cum feels good in your sore pussy. Tell me you like it there, Maze. Fucking tell me.”
Her brows scrunch together and her cheeks darken with embarrassment. “I do like it. More than I should. This is all going to blow up on us, Author. What we’re doing is fun and crazy and hot as hell, but it’s going to blow up. Mark my words.”
Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, I smile. “Let it fucking blow. We’ll deal with the aftermath together.”
Monday
The fog named Author Banks has lifted, after a weekend without his addicting presence, and I’m clearheaded enough now to realize I’m officially fucked. Literally and figuratively. Like majorly up a creek without a paddle. I let my—oh God, I can’t even think it—husband’s son have sex with me twice.
Sick. Sick. Sick.
And yet, here, as I sit at Mrs. Lovell’s desk waiting for class to arrive, I’m already craving more. More Author. More of his expert tongue. More of the dirty things he makes me do.
Twisted, Maise. You’re twisted.
My phone buzzes in my purse and dread washes over me. Every time Devon calls or texts, I think I’ll be ill. Friday, after I showered and made a quick dinner before he came home, I attempted to collect myself. To talk myself out of any more sexual encounters with Author. When Devon walked through the door, it was almost like he got a whiff of my guilt. He dragged me away from the stove by my hair and forced me to my knees to suck his cock. I gagged when it tasted like another woman. After he finished, we ate dinner like it never happened.
