Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Oh goodness. Oh god.
I can’t tell what’s bringing me to the edge faster, my fingers or Crane’s description in my head.
I kept him spread and put my mouth on it. He tasted like soap from the bath we just had, and he tasted like him. I ran the tip of my tongue around the pucker, teasing and savoring and then he was crying. Crying real tears because he wanted to be fucked so bad. By my tongue, by my cock. I wrapped my hand around his throat and pulled his head back and licked the tears from his cheeks before releasing him. Then I grabbed the oil and slathered it along my own cock and it was so hard now I wasn’t sure how I’d survive it. But I did. Fuck…
He trails off and I look to see his wrist moving faster under the desk, his eyes heavy with lust as they stare at me.
Do you know how tight Brom’s ass is, Kat? Sometimes I think it’s tighter than your cunt. It takes a lot of effort to open him up wide and push the head of my cock past that first ring of muscle, even when we’re both slick and slippery. Even just the flared crown of my cock is enough to make Brom start losing control. He started to jerk beneath me, desperate for purchase, for his own release, but I shoved his head down on the bed, held him down with my arm as I jammed the rest of my cock into him.
He licks his lips. Shove your fingers in your cunt, sweet witch. Shove them in deep.
I do as he says, my legs spreading under the desk as I clench around my fingers.
Good girl, he says. You are such a good girl, my vlinder. And Brom, he was such a good boy. Brom was whimpering. He was needy. He was a writhing mess beneath me. Do you know what it’s like to have a big strong man like that reduced to someone who pleads and begs under your power and is completely at your mercy? There’s nothing else quite like it. I fucked him until I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t breathe, and all the while Brom was crying, begging for my clemency and I held that power in my hand knowing I was the only one to grant it to him. To set him free.
Crane suddenly lets out a sharp gasp as he works himself and I’m already on the path of no return as I do the same to myself, both of us pleasuring ourselves under the desk while the rest of the library has no idea.
You know what happens when someone comes when you’re deep inside them? Crane rasps. Their whole body constricts. All of it. I couldn’t wait a moment longer, I reached down and found Brom’s heavy, hot cock and I started stroking it. He couldn’t hold back. He came immediately, shooting his thick, hot seed onto the bed, his body squeezing my own cock until…until…
Oh god.
I’m coming.
I try to hold back my cry but it’s like trying to cage a wild animal. The sound claws through me, set loose by the orgasm that makes me buck in my chair, but mercifully gets caught in my throat before I can alert the entire library to what I’m doing.
I choke on it, writhing, my boots sliding against the floor as my legs move, trying to ride it out.
When I lift my head, my neck feeling boneless, I see Crane staring at me with such a dark, carnal look burning in his eyes that I think I might burst into flames on the spot.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.
Then he’s up on his feet and coming around the desk to me, tucking his cock hastily back inside his trousers as he takes a quick cursory glance around the library, then pulls me up. I can barely walk, my legs shaking like jelly, but he quickly pulls me back into a row of books, until we’re half-hidden by shadow.
“I can’t wait,” he says gruffly as he pushes me back against the books. He reaches down and bunches up my gown while he lifts me up at the same time, his mouth going to my neck, biting beneath my ear. His hands go to his trousers, pulling them down and I feel the hot hard length of him against my bare thigh.
I think my body is still pulsing when he shoves inside me, his cock so stiff and hard and long that it wrings the air from my lungs, despite how wet and open I am.
“God,” I cry out but Crane covers my mouth with his hand and fucks me.
I don’t care what I just told you about Brom, he says inside my head, his hand still over my mouth. But you belong with me, sweet witch. You belong with me.