Page 59 of Twisted Legacy

I’m warning you

Thea

Kiss my ass

She tucks her phone away and the group breaks off. Austin’s friend’s head left and he and Thea go to her dorm. They linger outside for a while, talking, then he leaves. At least that’s one thing he’s got going for him. He’s smart enough not to cross The Trium by stepping foot in their dorm. That just means I need to spend some time outside of his frat house to see when she’s going in and out.

Fuck! I sound like a stalker. I tamp down a groan as the memories of our hook up in the alley come back to me. Stalker it is.

It’s after ten at night and I’ve been waiting for Thea to come out of the library. When she does, I watch her stick to the middle of the path directly under the lights as she walks back to her dorm.Alone.

I follow a safe distance behind. She wasn’t much of a people person before her attack, but now that little fact bothers me. We tell all students sticking in groups off campus is important. Now we need to tell them to follow the same rules on campus too. Until we find out the truth of what happened, Thea shouldn’t be out here at night, alone.

I lose sight of her when she crosses The Circle, and hurry to catch up. I realize too late that she’s made me and turn around seconds before the backpack she’s wielding connects with the back of my head.

She goes to swing again and I grab the edge of the straps, pulling it from her hands. She throws a jab -which I deflect- and anticipating her hook; I sidestep it, but she’s anticipatedthatand aims lower, giving me a nice punch to my side.

I can’t believe we’re out here fighting. Sheshouldn’tbe fighting. She can see it’s me, but she doesn’t stop charging at me. I’m both proud and turned on that she’s coming at me so hard.

She throws her whole body into the next punch and when it connects; I double over as it knocks the wind out of me. She’s ruthless and goes in for the kill, wrapping her arms around my neck, trying to choke me out. I straighten, which lifts her feet off the ground, taking away her leverage.

In a move that can only come from a trapeze artist, or stripper, she swings her body up and around, and ends upon my shoulders, her legs locked around my neck, her arms around my head.

Her voice is breathless from exertion. “Tap. Out.”

What kind of trainer would I be if I let my students win? I stumble towards the treeline and when we’re far enough away from the sidewalk, I lower us to the ground, leaning my weight into her so she can’t roll out. She squeezes even tighter, and tugs my hair, which brings my nose in direct contact with her cunt. There’s a damp patch in sweats. Is she turned on from the fight or something else?

I think of Austin and how she’s been flirting with him all day, and snap. I break her leg hold and yank her pants down, before tossing her legs over my shoulder and burying my face between her thighs.

I eat her like she’s my last meal, and my favorite dessert, using my tongue, teeth, lips and nose. There’s no part of my face I want left dry. It’s like drinking from a never ending well. She closes her legs again as she gets closer to detonating. I’m dying to feel it around my cock. I let out a strangled growl, because I don’t have a condom.

After tasting her again, there’s no way I’m finishing myself off tonight. I drag her upper body through the dirt until her head is between my legs and shove my pants down enough for my dick to spring free.

I don’t give her time to think and position the tip at her mouth and push in, hissing through the scrape of her teeth. I push in until I’m lodged in her throat and feel her fighting it. Then I lower my head back down and latch my mouth around her clit, using my tongue to tease it into submission. I feel her relax around my cock, then slowly start to move in and out of her mouth.

I lick her slit, humming at the feel of her tongue on me. “That’s it, sweetness. Breathe through your nose.” I say, as I continue to strangle her with my cock.

She sputters a few times, trying to fight the feeling, but I continue my assault on her clit and she forgets she feels uncomfortable.

“Clench your lips around my cock like this cunt is clenching my fingers.” My eyes roll back in my head when she does. “Yeah, just like that, sweetness.”

She does it again, and I reward her with another finger in her cunt, while my dick pushes further down her throat. “I didn’t know anything could feel as good as this sweet pussy, and then I met your mouth.”

She moans at my compliment. The vibration shoots up my spine and across my dick. I’m not gonna be able to hold out much longer. “Are you close? God, tell me you’re close.”

Of course she can’t say actual words, because her mouth is stuffed. She rocks her hips and I latch onto her clit again, tugging it into my mouth, sucking on it like the sweet candy coated gift it is. I can’t hold off anymore. I bite down on her clit and she shatters with a scream. I press that last inch into her mouth, shooting my hot cum down her throat. I hear her sputtering and gagging like she’s being waterboarded, which just prolongs my release. Her walls are still clenching around my fingers. “That’s it. Choke onallof it.”

When the tremors finally stop, I slowly withdraw my fingers and place a soft kiss against her inner thigh. I climb off her and help her to sit up, before scooting back, to brace myself against a tree, and gathering her in my arms. I slowly massage her jaws because I know they have to be sore by now.

“You okay?”

“I don’t know. Nobody’s ever tried to drown me with their dick before.”

“You did so good, sweetness. Such a good girl.” I say, peppering kisses along the top of her head.

She snuggles closer. “You did good, too.”

Something lights up inside me. Is this what girls feel when they get praised? Warm and like they’d walk barefoot over hot coals to please us again? We sit in silence for a few more minutes, then I push her away to climb to my feet.

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