Page 20 of White Hole

He didn’t answer me, just nodded and clenched his jaw. “Let’s get started. Now, the next step to the—”

“I know what you’re going to say. I have it all right here. The last quiz,” I showed off my test results, “I got an A. I’ve been studying.”

His eyelids narrowed as he stared at me. “No thanks to me? Your tutor?”

“Well, I mean, you were here.” I shrugged. “Not that you did much.Iwas the one who put in the work.”

“Seriously, Kinsley? Why do you have to be a bitch all the time? There’s no reason for it. I’ve been nice and—”

“Nice? You’ve beennice? How about telling me to put my smart mouth…” I bit my lip.

George sat back and a small smile crept over his lips. “Put your smart mouth where?”

My cheeks got hot, and that made me more embarrassed than anything. I whispered, “You know what you implied.”

“No, I don’t know. Tell me.” The blue of his eyes seemed to sparkle like the sun on the ocean as he spoke.

“Will you guys shut up?” Someone from the next section over was clearly annoyed.

“I’m not going to repeat such—such crass words. Especially ones coming from an ogre like you.”

“Shh!” The other student said.

“Oh, shush yourself!” I yelled back, but before I could turn, my body was yanked from the chair I was sitting in.

George ushered me forcefully down some rows of books to a deserted corner of eighteenth-century poetry. His huge chest shoved me against the stacks and I had to look up to breathe. His face was close to mine. “What the fuck did you call me?” he whisper yelled. I couldn’t answer. His breath smelled like spearmint and his body like a warrior: a mixture of sweat and steel. I blinked. “Princess, you turned on right now?” I was. I so was.

George leaned down and captured my lips with his as his hands threaded through my hair and mine through his. I loosened the tie holding back his long hair, letting it fall over our faces. He growled and lifted me up easily, grasping under my skirt. Each of his gigantic palms held an ass cheek. His thick fingers delved into my crack, with only the fabric of my tights separating our skin.

His kisses were unexpectedly sweet, his lips soft and caressing, as if they were tenderly caring for my own. My body was craving more. As his tongue danced with mine inside my mouth, I imagined what it would feel like to be tangled up together elsewhere.

George’s body moved in such a way that his lower half pressed against mine, and I felt it. The horse cock. They were not joking. It. Was. Massive. Like a Clydesdale. The heat rolling off the thing could have supported its own living solar system. Even through his jeans.

I think I made a loud moan because he pulled his lips away from my suction and put his mouth over my ear, whispering, “Shh. I know you’re a naughty girl, but try to keep quiet. For once.” He sucked on my ear, and I whimpered behind my closed mouth. Writhing on his cock, I knew I could come just from the weight of it on my clit.

Locking my legs around his waist, I humped him like a rabid dog while he pushed into me. Chuckling a breath into my neck, I heard him say, “Not such a pristine princess, are you? You think you can handle something this big? I’ll break you in half, little girl.”

I clenched my teeth as my orgasm started to rise, but I yanked his hair, so we were face to face. “I can. I will.”

“Oh, you will? You want me to give it to you raw right now? Watch you bleed on me? It would make good lube.” His fingers dug into the crotch of my tights as if he might tear them.

“You-you don’t s-scare me, George.”

He pushed into me harder, his face buried in the crook of my neck. “You want this thick cock that bad, huh, princess? I knew you were a sneaky freak. Dirty fucking whore.” He let go of one of my cheeks, only to smack it.

Then he dug inside my tights, ripping them so he could fill my hole with one of his fingers. Adding a second one, I almost screamed. “Princess, if you can’t even handle this, I’m going to enjoy ripping you wide open.”

With a last wave of my hips, I came so hard he had to thrust his tongue into my mouth again so I would be quiet. Once we pulled away, he held me for a moment as our eyes searched each other’s. He let my legs slide down his body, the baseball bat in his pants catching on my stomach as I did. He hovered his massive body over mine completely, putting his arms above me against the bookshelf.

“Don’t wear those stupid tights again,” he commanded. Then, he left.

My panties were disgustingly doused. I wasn’t sure what to do. Was he waiting back at the table to continue our lesson? I didn’t know if I could face him, feeling too embarrassed that I allowed myself to dothatin the library. With my tutor.

Fixing my hair and clothes, I took a deep breath and walked back to our stuff, but George was gone. So were his things. Gathering my items, I wondered if he’d gone somewhere to jerk off. My body involuntarily shivered all over, picturing what that would look like. I hustled out of the library.

George made it sound like this was to become a thing. That he was going to give me his gigantic cock. It was a test. He was trying to scare me off, and I wasn’t going to let him. I would pass with an A.

I knew what I had to do. Once I made it home, I showered and changed into fresh clothing. Opening my laptop, I searched out a sex toy store and ordered the girthiest dildo they had. It wasn’t nearly as big as he felt, but it would do. I’d show up ‘Big G’ and be ready for him when he would put it inside me.

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