Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
A faint noise escapes her when I push my wet finger into her pussy. Her tight heat around my finger alone is enough to turn my cock to molten fucking steel in my pants.
Needing relief, I use my other hand to push down my fitted sweats just enough to get my cock out. I palm it, closing my eyes and stifling a groan at the sensation of touching myself at the same time I’m touching her.
I rub her pussy gently, using a second finger to massage her clit. In her sleep, she moans, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
I stroke it, imagining her hand wrapped around me instead of my own. Running my palm over the crown, I catch some precum on the end of my thumb, then I reach over and rub the salty cum on her exposed stomach. My cock jumps seeing my seed on her soft belly. I rub it in gently, barely resisting the urge to lean down and lick her.
Fuck, she is beautiful.
And mine.
So fucking mine.
Whether she likes it or not.
Her lips are slightly parted. I know I’m pushing my luck, but I don’t care at this point. If she wakes up, she wakes up. Then I can fuck her, so it’s a win-win for me.
I push lightly on her bottom lip, opening her mouth just enough to push my thumb in and leave the taste of my cum on her inner lip.
Once I’ve marked her, I extract my finger from her mouth and my hand from her shorts.
I look down at my work, at my beautiful girl with flushed cheeks and a peaceful face, her tummy marked with my cum and the taste of me in her mouth. I rub it in a little better on her stomach, then decide I better leave before I lose control and fuck her senseless, uncaring of the details.
I don’t want to leave any hints that I was here tonight since I don’t want her to be suspicious of the pens, so I make sure everything is as it was when I got here, then I slip out.
Goodnight, sweet Sophie.
I’ll see you soon.
Chapter fifteen
Sophie
"Sophie, you're going to be late," Mom calls down the hall.
"I know," I call back, my face hot as I search for my class schedule. I know the general time all my classes are, but I'm not the best with directions so I still have to check it for the room numbers when I'm on my way to class.
I swear I tucked it in my psych notebook with my useless notes yesterday, but I can't find it anywhere.
I'm already running late, so I don't have time to stop by the office to have another one printed. I planned to get to class a little early today so I could review some of the material before the pop quiz I’m expecting in my first class. Nothing is going to plan.
I finally manage to rush out the door with my bag and a granola bar since I didn’t have time for breakfast. I look up to head for my car, and I’m startled to see a familiar stretch limo parked in front of my house, Hugh waiting by the door.
“Good morning, Miss Bradwell. There’s breakfast and a hot latte waiting for you in the car. Caramel apple spice. That’s what your roommate said you’d prefer.”
I blink, fleetingly think about saying no, but there’s no time for a debate today.
I’m starving, I’m running late, I’m hot and cold at the same time from rushing around, and relaxing and being driven to class today actually sounds magnificent. I can study in the car, so I’ll probably do better on my test, and the promise of a caramel apple spice latte has my mouth watering.
I change directions and lug all my crap to the limo instead of my car. “Thanks, Hugh. You’re a lifesaver.”
“Happy to be of assistance, Miss Bradwell.”
The car is toasty and comfortable as soon as I duck inside. I drop all my stuff on the seat and sink back into the warm leather. Are these heated seats? It feels magnificent.
Every bit of the stress I’ve felt since my eyes opened this morning melts right out of me.
Once the car is moving and I’ve taken a moment to catch my breath, I lean forward and grab the tray off the bar.
A hot breakfast sandwich on a buttery croissant, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a cold bottle of water await me. I realize as soon as I see it that I completely forgot to grab myself a bottle of water on the way out the door.
I wolf down breakfast. It’s so good, infinitely better than the sad granola bar I abandoned on the seat beside me.
Once my belly is full and I’m relaxed, I turn my attention back to the stuff I dropped on the seat. I sort out my purse and tuck the granola bar inside in case I get hungry later, then I open my schoolbag and take out my notebook and textbook so I can go over my notes.