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“I don’t wanna go a single damn day without eating this pussy,” he groaned. “You gonna give it to me whenever I ask, baby?”
“Yes… Oh my God, yes!” I cried, my voice breaking as the orgasm built.
His lips clamped down on my clit, sucking hard, his tongue flicking faster than a damn heartbeat. I exploded as I screamed his name. My pussy clenched so hard around nothing that I damn near passed out.
“Nolan!” I wailed, as the orgasm shattered through me.
He didn’t move. Just stayed there, licking and sucking, drinking every last drop of my cum like it was a damn reward.
Then he stood.
His lips met mine, wet and warm, and I tasted myself on his tongue. I moaned into his mouth, dizzy and gone.
His hand undid his belt and then I saw it. That thick, massive dick sprang free. My breath caught and my eyes widened.
“Now tell me, that dick you wrote about in that little story, was it like this?”
“N-no…” I stammered, eyes glued to the size of him.
“Then how the fuck you writing scenes you never experienced?” he asked, voice calm but full of heat. “I’m about to make sure your next story comes straight from your pussy’smemory. When you sit down to write, I want every word soaked in what I’m about to make you feel.”
“Mr. Nolan,” I moaned.
He stepped between my legs, his dick pulsing, ready to ruin me and I knew I wasn’t ready. I also knew I wasn’t gonna stop him.
Just as he was about to slide into my soaking pussy, the door flew open.
“What the hell are you doing?! I’m gonna report you,” snapped a voice laced with fury.
Chapter Six
Nolan Hendrix
The sound of Alison Porter’s voice shot through the bathroom like a damn bullet, snapping the moment in two. My jaw clenched and my hand tightened on Lena’s thigh. I waspissed. Not because we got caught—I could’ve handled that better. I’d seen it in Mrs. Porter’s eyes from the jump. That woman had a problem with me. Probably ‘cause I never gave her the time of day, even after she practically begged to taste my dick more than once.
Fuck her.
“No, it’s not what you think!” Lena panicked, trying to push herself off the counter, dress still bunched around her waist, breath all shaky.
I held her in place. My dick still out. Still hard. Still ready to claim what was mine.
I’d waited too long for this. Dreamed about it. Craved it. And now that I had her? I wasn’t letting this moment slip through my fucking fingers.
“It’s not what I think?” Mrs. Porter snapped, stepping into the room like she belonged there. “This man has his dick out and your dress is up. And what’s that on the floor? Your damn underwear? Are you two fucking while we’re all waiting to go on a damn field trip?”
Lena whimpered. “Mr. Nolan, please… let me go.” Her voice was broken. Her face said shame, panic, everything at once.
I didn’t budge.
“Stay still, baby,” I murmured, holding her steady with both hands. “I’m not done with you. I told you I was gonna fuck this pussy, and I meant that. Right fuckin’ now.”
I turned to face Mrs. Porter, staring her down without blinking.
“Lock that fuckin’ door, Mrs. Porter. And stop asking stupid-ass questions. I don’t like interruptions when I’m about to fuck.”
They both froze. Mouths open. Eyes wide.
Mrs. Porter gasped like she’d been slapped. “Are you not ashamed of what you’re doing? I’ll be reporting you to the school board. And you, Miss Morrow. How could you do this? Don’t you have any dignity?” Her voice dripped with disdain.
