Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
I hum, getting into this now as I get used to it, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. Smiling when he chokes on my name kind of like I’m choking on his dick right now.
“Fuck, Immy,” he rasps, and when I look up his eyes are on my face. He plays with my hair, pulling it up to the top of my head with both hands. That feels nice too. “You’re so fucking hot. I hate you but I fucking love looking at you with my dick in your mouth.”
I bite down making him laugh and then he jerks, losing himself but before I have to swallow any, he pulls out, grabs my hair, yanks my head back and spills himself all over my face and my parted lips and tongue. I squeeze my eyes shut as he yells out his release, his voice husky and deep and desperate. His hot seed doesn’t stop coming, there’s so much of it. Thankfully, it doesn’t taste as bad as I expected but I’m not sure I’d like a mouthful of it. His hand pumps his length with a violent kind of fervor, making his body jerk and his breath catch.
At last, he stops, releases my hair and zips himself up without waiting a second.
“Kiss him now,” he states, that smug smile back in place. “Tell me what he thinks of your new flavor.”
I stay here on my knees, stupefied for a moment as he turns back to the door and yanks it open. “Hey wai—” The door closes behind him and I can’t chase him because I’m covered in his come. Like some porn star hooker, in a science class, while I’m dating another guy.
What the hell is wrong with me?
After cleaning myself up, not an easy task even with a sink nearby, I catch up with Poppy and Selma in the cafeteria who immediately notice a change in me.
“What happened?” Poppy asks and I start laughing so hysterically I can’t breathe. I don’t know what to tell them and accepting the situation is just too much for my brain to handle.
They look at me like I’m crazy. I drink my drink and chuckle around the straw.
“Seriously,” Selma urges. “What happened?”
“Nothing. He’s just a massive, huge, dick.”
Their confusion increases but they don’t question me further, especially when I catch Kane sitting across the room and he tips his bottle of water at me like it’s a tumbler of whiskey. He rolls his tongue around the rim and motions to his phone, meaning I need to look at mine.
I do and I clasp it so hard against my chest and so quickly that I almost drop it.
Kane: If you want your pussy ate, come to mine tonight.
I meet his eyes as he casually chews on his bottom lip, blue orbs hungry and alight with amusement and excitement.
Oh shit. What have we started?
He leaves the cafeteria with Ren, giving me a great view of his ass, and I pick at my food until Marshall approaches about thirty minutes later, looking confused. He nods for me to follow and I do so.
“What is going ooooon?” Poppy begs on a hiss, looking at me like I’m the answer to all the good gossip, which I guess to her, I am.
“Everything okay?” I ask Marshall when he pulls me to a quiet part of the hall beyond the cafeteria.
Why do I keep getting guided and dragged to secondary locations today?
“Why did Kane just approach me with his thugs and tell me I’m not dating you no more?” His eyes are angry, but he also looks concerned. “Is he giving you trouble? I thought your feud was a thing of the past?”
My feud with Kane has never been a secret, nor has it ever been a thing of the past. Though we don’t get at each other like we used to, we still despise each other. Or at least… I think we do.
I shift on the spot, uncomfortable and unable to meet his eyes.
“It’s probably best we don’t see each other anymore,” I admit, hating Kane, hating this. He’s going to tell him what we did, what I did, and Marshall deserves better than that.
“I’m not scared of him.”
“I know,” I reply, hiking my bag up my shoulder. “But—it’s just not gonna work between us.”
“Did you tell him to break up with me?” His eyes darken, the brown in them turning black. “Because I don’t like these games, Immy. Thought you were different.”
“I’m not playing a game. I just don’t want you in the middle of our mess.”
“What she means to say is,” Ren blurts, appearing out of nowhere and slinging his arm around my shoulder.
Kane grabs him by the hair and throws him away, then he looks at me.
“Mine later, right?” he asks, smiling at me with infuriating smugness. “Finish what we started in science class.”