Page 62 of Boys Who Taint

Another spanking, and her thoughts are instantly replaced by a throbbing pussy. I bury myself inside her to the hilt and come so hard I have to look up at the lights to stop myself from seeing the fucking stars come alive.

Because fuck, a pussy this good could make any man want to fall.

I pull out and watch my cum drip out, so I bring my fingers to her slit and listen to her whimper as I push it all right back in.

“Keep my cum where it belongs, baby,” I whisper, leaning over to kiss the red mark I left on her ass. “I want you to rememberthis moment so you’ll know exactly when it was that you fell for a killer.”

“Fuck,” she mutters as I dip two fingers inside her to feel how much she’s throbbing for me yet again.

This pussy has been neglected for far too long.

It’s about time someone fixed that.

I lift her from the floor and carry her in my arms toward the lectern.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Having my way with you,” I respond, gazing up into her bright marine eyes that make me want to take a dive. “And to make sure you get the fucking message, I’ll make you listen to your wet fucking pussy too.”

With her face toward the chairs, I plant her down on the lectern, right on top of the fucking microphone.

“What?!” she yelps.

So I turn on the lectern and listen to her wetness through the mic as it reverberates through the entire hallway.

Her cheeks grow so red they begin to match her hair, making me grin.

Her wetness and my cum are spreading all over the microphone, seeping in like I slowly intend on seeping into her life until all that’s left is sheer and utter destruction.

“Don’t be shy. Let me hear you enjoy this,” I murmur as I tear down her pants and throw them away.

“No, this isn’t right—”

When she tries to get off, I grasp the rope that holds her arms in place and pull it all the way around the lectern, then tie both her legs together behind the lectern so she’s pincered.

“Do you think I care whether it’s right or wrong?”

I force her legs apart.

“You think consequences still matter when I have this delectable pussy right in front of me?”

I lean in to take a whiff, and my God, I could just about die from the thought of finally having a taste.

“You’re insane if you think I’m going to let anyone hear this,” she says.

I dip my tongue out and swipe it along her clit. She shivers in place, trying to conceal the excitement, but I can hear her wetness through the goddamn microphone.

“You think you can stay still while I do this?”

I flick my tongue around and look up to watch her squirm on the lectern. Every inch of her body fights me, but I’ll teach her there’s no winning from me and my fucked-up desires for her.

Every swipe of my tongue yields more goose bumps until her legs finally begin to quake under the pressure of my lips, and when I hear those wet sounds of that throbbing pussy through the microphone, my shaft begins to harden again.

This woman … God, this fucking woman will be my undoing.

“You taste so good, baby,” I whisper into her mound. “You think you can resist?”

“Fuck. You,” she hisses between ragged breaths.

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