Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
He tries to tug me off his cock seconds before he comes, but I only suckle him deeper and take each pump of cum straight down my throat.
Then both of us are shaking—sweaty and satiated—as I blink back to myself. I slump against Isaak’s jeans, shocked to find myself back on the floor of the faculty bathroom. When Isaak and I are together like this, I always feel lifted to some alternate plane.
Isaak reaches down and lifts me off the floor from underneath my armpits. He’s breathing hard as he sets me up on the counter. I wrap my arms and legs around him.
I hug him to me and listen to the quick beating of his heart in his wide, muscled chest. His big arms rest around me, and I feel so fucking safe. Too many big, wild emotions rush through me. It’s too soon to feel this intensely for someone.
My brain’s just pumping serotonin and oxytocin. That’s all this is. A very chemically-explainable afterglow.
No. I’ve never felt it for anyone else ever before in my life, but I’ve never been this well-fucked before, and that’s probably what’s making this whole thing feel so… big.
I close my eyes and squeeze Isaak tighter. Knowing any of that doesn’t help me want to let go of him any sooner.
Please. Just a little longer, I think, or maybe even pray. Even though I haven’t believed in God since I was fourteen and my mother told me bratty little bitches like me went to hell to burn in the lake of fire for eternity.
Just a little longer.
TWENTY-SEVEN
ISAAK
Fuck, she’s holding me so tight. Like she actually— Like this is something more than just—
It’s a quickie in a college bathroom, you goddamned idiot. That’s where women like her fuck the help. They hide you away where no one can see you.
It’s a stupid thought, but that’s all I’ve ever been. Fucking stupid. I’m the brawn, not the brains.
I’ve known my place my whole life and why should I expect it to change now? I shouldn’t. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this life it’s not to bash your head against the wall called hope. You just come out of it with a concussion, and that’s if you’re lucky. Sometimes, you come out dead.
I force my arms to release her as I turn and zip away my cock that’s still wet from being inside her mouth.
“Ahhhh,” she breathes out from behind me. “Now that’s what I call a morning pick me up.”
I hear her hop off the counter behind me, her little feet slapping the tile. She smacks my butt as she walks past me, winking over her shoulder as she reaches for the door. “Shall we?”
I just stare at her for a moment. She’s so pretty when she smiles, and I immediately want to smile back. And what the fuck am I grousing about? I just got my dick wet between the legs and lips of the world’s most beautiful woman. I stand up straighter.
“Why are you being weird?” she asks.
“I’m not being weird,” I huff out. “You’re weird.”
“I’m not weird!” she says indignantly as she starts to pull open the door, only to freeze in place at a man standing with his arms crossed in the hallway. “Dr. Ezra!”
Kira’s cheeks immediately bloom cherry as she starts to wave her hands, flustered. “Dr. Ezra, this is Isaak, my personal protection officer. I told you about my situation. And Isaak,” she turns to me, eyes still wide as a startled deer, “This is Dr. Ezra, my Ph.D. advisor.”
Dr. Ezra looks younger than me, but like Kira, he’s wearing glasses that make him look really, really smart as he eyes me up and down quickly. Dude’s also wearing a legit cardigan sweater.
Kira just keeps talking, not letting in a moment for air, “We were just—Uh, he was helping me—We needed to check on this security thing—” She waves vaguely behind her.
Dr. Ezra gives a slight roll of his eyes. “I’ve been around college kids enough to know what you were doing. But what if it had been Dr. Harrington who’d found you here?”
Dr. Ezra puts a finger to cover his lips and waves us past him with his other hand.
“Sorry!” Kira whispers, face gone all blotched-cherry now as she scoots past him. I just give a nod and follow her, sure that silence is the better part of valor in this situation.
I’m not sure she breathes again until we’re out of the building. Then she smacks me on the shoulder. “I can’t believe you just made me get caught by my advisor.”
“Me? What did I do?”
She scoffs with an irritated noise, glaring my way as she stomps toward the car. “Please. As if you don’t know what you’re doing when you stand around looking all sexy and muscled. Plus, that thing you did to me this morning? I could barely focus on my damn lecture. I just needed to get my legs around your waist as soon as humanly possible.”