Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Katie, I’m late,” he says, visibly annoyed. At what? At me? Or at them, whoever they are? Jordan doesn’t clarify. “They’ve been waiting for me - I have to go.” He kisses me on the lips and turns to walk away. “I’ll see you later,” he calls over his shoulder, and then he’s gone, leaving me to stand alone in that empty corridor, his seed starting to leak from my pussy, which is sore from the delicious pound. Realizing I’ll need to get myself cleaned up before my next class, I start walking back to my dorm, where I find Nicole. My friend’s practically bobbing up and down, eager to hear what happened.
“Oh my god, he’s soooo hot,” she babbles excitedly. “Even hotter than you described. So what happened? Why did Mr. Marks come find you? Did you, you know, make out?”
I tell her what just happened, leaving out most of the X-rated details. But Nicole shrieks with delight.
“Holy shit, Katie!” my friend screams. “That’s incredible! I had no idea you were such a raunchy horn-queen! But here you are with an older man,” she adds, laughing. This makes me giggle too, but I also tell her how Jordan didn’t seem to know Jimmy and I broke up.
“I mean, if he thinks Jimmy and I are still together, what does he think he’s doing? And more importantly, what does he think of me?”
But Nicole dismisses this.
“You think too much. This guy is clearly so incredibly horny for you he literally can’t help himself. Enjoy it, babe. Just go with the flow.”
But I have my doubts.
“Yeah, but what makes you think it’ll happen again? I bet now that he knows Jimmy and I aren’t together anymore, he’ll lose interest. The way he ran off after we were done was pretty hurtful.”
Nicole scrunches her nose, thinking.
“I thought his phone rang and he was late for a meeting,” she says thoughtfully.
“Maybe, but he could have at least said a proper goodbye or something.”
“Nah, you’re worrying too much. He’ll be back. You’ll see,” says Nicole confidently.
But I don’t tell her the truth: that I want more from Jordan. I don’t want random hook-ups on the sly. I want to date, like a real couple, holding hands for the world to see. And yet I’m not sure that’s ever going to be possible. I might have been nothing but a fun little distraction for him. After all, an alpha male like that surely enjoys hunting forbidden prey.
So to me at least, it’s obvious he’s not interested anymore: the way he looked when I told him Jimmy and I were over was pretty telling. Because now that his son and I have broken up, I’m no longer that forbidden fruit, no longer a ripe little virgin to be corrupted. No longer his son’s innocent girlfriend he can fuck against a wall at school. Now, I’m just a single, curvy design student among millions of other girls. And why would he be interested in that, when he can get any woman he wants?
Chapter 11
KATIE
A day goes by. Then two. Then three. And still no sign of Jordan. I decide I was right - now that I’m not the forbidden little tease, the fun’s gone out of pursuing me. So I try to put him out of my mind. Then a whole week goes by and still no word, and I try not to feel miserable, but I’m devastated. If he’d been so into me as he seemed to be, then how can he stay away?
I try to forget him. How he looked at me. How his undeniable masculinity made me so wet non-stop. It would be easier to put him out of my mind if I could stop thinking about how amazing his cock felt, and how I creamed so hard with him inside. It would be easier if I didn’t find myself touching myself every night, dreaming feverishly of the alpha male. But no amount of touching myself can replace Jordan. It’s absolutely futile.
So I roam the campus grounds, wandering from class to class, trying to pretend I’m fine. Nicole’s been attempting to cheer me up, but there’s not much she can do.
“Katie, you need some TLC,” she says with a sigh as we walk to the Emerson Building. “Let’s skip this next class and just go home. I’ll order us some pizza and we can curl up on the sofa and watch Netflix.”
“That sounds amazing, actually,” I admit. A little comfort eating and getting into a new bingeworthy TV show with my bestie will set the world to right. Hopefully.
Suddenly a car pulls up to the curb and comes to a screeching halt at the curb. Nicole and I gasp and jump in shock, shying away as a gleaming metal fender barely misses my knee. Nicole is about to turn and yell at the driver when both our jaws drop. Because it’s not a car, it’s a stretch limo.