Page 151 of Wicked Heirs

Cornwell slid his fingers lower, grazing Ore’s balls with his nails and making him buck against the wall.

“Where else, pretty prince?”

“Ah… fuck… taint.”

A long groan left him as Cornwell teased him there with his pinky finger.

“Your answer is incomplete,” he said, like a professor.

That was the first thing I seen of him in professor-mode since I’d walked in to see this sordid scene playing out and him, a member of the faculty who was decades of supernatural years older than his student, taking advantage of his state and using him.

The only reason I hadn’t stepped forward was because I knew Orpheus was stronger than him, that he could have stopped it ifhe wanted. Instantly. It was also working to calm him down like he’d desperately needed.

But beyond what was happening now, that had to be it.

I had to intervene and stop this fucked-up relationship they obviously had going—something me and X had no clue about. And according to their conversation, it had been happening since Ore had enrolled here? What the ever-loving shit?

A flash of magic drew my attention back to them and I watched as Cornwell levitated a fancy Mont Blanc pen from his pocket in front of Ore’s face.

A second later, he flicked his hand, and it buried halfway down his throat, making him gag as it pounded in and out of his mouth.

“Use your tongue, get it nice and slick. Believe me, you’ll want it that way.”

My dick jerked as I watched Ore’s tongue come into play, swirling wildly around it as he took the face-fucking, a bit of a degrading face-fucking with it being a pen forced down his throat, and stabbing like that.

It was ripped out with Cornwell’s magic in the next second, and then it shot through the air and slid into Ore’s asshole.

Real slow, twisting as it drove deeper and deeper.

“Motherfuck… ungh,” Ore gasped.

He shuddered as it must have hit his sweet spot.

“Yeah… fuck…fucking…ungh. Suck… suck me, Professor… please.”

“Good little prince.”

In the next moment, Cornwell drove down onto his cock, bobbing furiously and taking him deep and sloppily, making Ore lose his shit and fight against his binds to buck his hips like a wild thing.

“Yeah, don’t stop… don’t fucking stop…yes!”

The pen picked up pace, matching Cornwell’s blowjob, and Ore strained against the cuffs, panting heavily, sweat pouring down his brow and his sexy cut torso.

“Make me come… ungh… shit.”

Cornwell chuckled around his mouthful of cock, then grabbed Ore’s balls, twisting and pulling, giving him that bite of pain that he needed.

And that was it, Ore lost it, roaring out into the room as he came.

Cornwell pulled off his cock while he was still shooting his load, and he gathered all that delicious hot cum and spread it over Ore’s nose, mouth, and chin, adding more degradation to the mix.

Then he grinned and rose to his feet, and started lapping it all up, telling Ore how impressed he was with him, how hot he was when he came, howprettyhis cock was.

With a flick of his hand, he released the binds, and then they were wrapping their arms around each other, Cornwell stroking Ore’s naked back as his fully-suited form pressed against all that bare skin.

It took me several moments to regain my equilibrium.

And then I took off out of the gym in another covert blur.

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