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She’s mine now.
Mine forever.
The thought jolts through me as I watch her through hooded eyes. Her head bobs along my shaft, and her slender neck moves up and down smoothly. She’s using both of her hands, and when she begins to twist them, my mouth drops open. Whatever she’s doing brought me halfway to coming in her pretty, little mouth.
“Fuck, Zoe,” I murmur. Pleasure claws down my spine and shoots straight to my balls.
She hums, and the vibration in her throat sends an electric current through me, and I start to pant. Moving her mouth up and down, she tightens her grip slightly, slowing down her tempo.Fuck, she’s good.Automatically, I start to thrust into her mouth and my hand flattens against the back of her head to keep her in place. It occurs to me that we haven’t discussed a non-verbal safe word, so I don’t force her to take more of me than she can, though the idea of her gagging nearly sends me over the edge.
“That’s it, Zoe. Fuck, you’re good at this,” I tell her, and she hums again.
Another question was, ‘Do you enjoy being praised in bed?’ and again, I answered with a five.
Her answer after taking the kink quiz comes back to me, and I loosen my hold on the back of her neck, instead running my fingers over her cheek.
“Yes, baby girl. Look at you on your knees for me,” I purr.
She audibly groans this time, and when she looks at me through her lashes, I nearly explode down the back of her throat.
“Fuck. I’m never going to forget how you look with your mouth full of my cock,” I tell her. “So. Fucking. Good,” I grunt, clenching my teeth.
She moans again, and this time she starts to slow down.
“Don’t you dare stop, little rebel.” With wide eyes, she continues, and throbbing currents of pleasure tighten in my balls. I can’t help but thrust up into her mouth now, chasing my climax as her teeth scrape my cock. It’sfuckingincredible, and I let out a low groan as my cock curves up and toward my body. “Zoe, I’m going to come,” I hiss, hips bouncing erratically now.
She doesn’t heed my warning. Instead, she reaches down and squeezes my balls, and I see spots as my orgasm crashes through me. My cock pulses and erupts down the back of her throat at the same time as my mouth drops open and a heady groan fills the room. She swallows every couple of seconds, which only enhances the suction.
It feels as if my soul is leaving my fucking body.
A full minute later, I’m still panting as my cock twitches, and she releases me with a soft pop. Licking her lips, I watch her with hooded eyes as she stands and straightens her skirt. My heart is still hammering in my chest, and I’m genuinely speechless. She grabs her purse and walks to the door—luckily, my desk hides my still-hard cock, otherwise I’d make more of an effort to tuck myself away.
“Have a great class, professor,” she says, unlocking the door and walking out—with my pen still holding up her hair.
It takes me a full three minutes of staring at the ceiling to recuperate, and after I tuck myself away and buckle my belt, my legs are still shaky. Running a hand through my hair, I take a couple of steadying breaths before making my way to my next class.
On time,I think, smiling when I think of how no one had ever gotten me off that fast.
And how I couldn’t fucking wait to do it again.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
THE HOUSE
Zoe
I look down at my phone before glancing up at the group of people sitting in the large booth on the back wall. Orion is on the end, talking to an older woman. They’re laughing, but it looks platonic. Next to him are two women who appear to be deep in conversation. And then a younger guy I think I recognize from one of my classes at Crestwood University. There are a few other people chatting, and it’s nothing like I thought it would be.
Smiling, I walk up to where Orion is seated. “Hi,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
Orion turns and looks at me, a crooked smirk on his face. “Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.”
I laugh, instantly at ease. “Scoot over.”
He does, and then he introduces me to the people in the booth. There are eight of us total, and as my eyes flick over each and every face, I relax.
I’d been so worried that being here—being a part of this kind of thing—would mean I’d be hanging around people in leather or wearing collars. Instead, most of them look like an average person. If I didn’t know I was at a munch, I’d never guess any of these people wanted something different in bed. And that fact alone allows me to relax instantly.
No one talks about BDSM or kink right away, so I’m one beer in when Kandie, the woman next to Orion, leans over and begins to talk to me.
