He reached inside my dress to pull down my underwear, but … “You’re not wearing any?” he gulped, his pupils dilating as he waited for my answer.
“I need to be ready at all times,” was my bratty reply, and he laughed, capturing my lips again as he nudged his cock to my entrance, coating it with my wetness before thrusting in.
Oh.Oh.So this was how it felt.
God, I felt so full. My body wrapped around him, and he groaned, holding me up by my hips.
“You’re clinging to me so tightly,” he growled as he finally moved, driving himself into me over and over. I didn’t stop myself from moaning loudly from the pleasure, especially when he began licking my breasts again, circling one nipple, and my clit rubbed against him.
It felt so fucking good.
Holy heavens, no wonder it was so addicting. I would never want this to end.
But the coil of pleasure had built up inside me. When Amos went back to my lips again, kissing me deeply and sensually, the tension was released from my body with a cry, spilling myself onto him.
He grinned, eyes running wild all over my face. “Good girl, Bea. Now, come for me again.”
I stared at him in shock. “What?”
“I need you to come again,” he grunted, pulling out and putting my feet back on the ground before turning me around and bending me over against the wall. He pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my pussy bare to the world, and he slid in again, the angle reaching new places inside me.
He moved faster and fucked me harder like I wanted. Reached around and toyed with my clit. I was still sensitive from my first orgasm, that it didn’t take long before I was coming again, just like he requested. He groaned with me before hestilled, his cum filling me so much that it dripped down the side of my leg.
Skies, I loved sex!
My libido was sated, for now. When I thought I craved sex, I realized I desperately needed it and Amos filled it, quite literally.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, patting my ass before he pulled out, bringing out some of his cum. He pulled my skirt down for me, and I unabashedly used the inside to wipe at the fluids while he tucked himself back in. If he thought I was disgusting, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he had a huge, satisfied smile on his face as he watched me clean myself and right my clothes.
When I was done, he kissed me again, gently this time. I liked it all the same. “I always wanted to do that,” he whispered as he pulled away.
I blinked at him, swallowing thickly. What did he mean by that?
He didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t ask him. Honestly, while I was glad he was an amazing fuck and satisfied me really, really well, I didn’t plan on having sex here. I didn’t expect anyone would be here at all. My plan was to watch the horses, and then maybe have a little private fun in the woods where no one could see me, before going back to the academy. I was a little freak, I knew.
“Are you heading back to the school?” he asked, clearing his throat and picking up the discarded gloves from the ground. “I could take you back.”
“It’s fine, but thank you for the offer.” I should probably take a bath and change my clothes before my usual companions find my disheveled state.
Amos nodded slowly. “I guess I’ll … see you around?”
“I guess so, too,” I mumbled, already making a path in mind towards the lot where the carriages were parked. “It was nice meeting you again, Amos.”
Itwasa nice momentary distraction. My lust-addled brain now free once again to focus on my goals; to find a way back to my world. Set on this, I left the equestrian facility, not bothering to look behind me.
Of course, it wouldn’t be easy for me, would it?
I avoided most people wandering the campus grounds after I arrived back from the ranch. I was almost at my dorm building when a man stopped me in my tracks. Judging by his clothes, he was a professor. Just my luck.
“Did you roll around in the grass?” he snarkily asked, looking me up and down.
“I most certainly did not.” How could he even think that? I was pretty sure Amos did a great job of not dirtying me up, but when I didn’t have a mirror to check my current appearance, it was possible I might look worse than I thought. Interesting to note that the coachman didn’t say anything, but I supposed that was more of the fact that I was a noble daughter.
“As a student of Aerahelm, I expect a little more decorum, even if you are from the baron estates,” he advised, and I froze, because this man knew who I was. Well, if he had been Alec’s professor, he probably recognized me as his sister.
I decided to be nice, since he might be my professor too. “I will keep that in mind, Professor …?”
He looked at me strangely for a while before he shook his head and answered, “Uriel Strom.”
