“Reading about the man who locked you down and put a baby in your belly.”
“No… You’re readingZaysh? Why?”
“Yup,” I said. “Because reading what you write is like a fucking cheat code. I’m studying you so I can give you this dick exactly how you like it.”
“Oh, you’re so fucking nasty.”
I leaned close, wrapped her in my arms, and kissed her neck, her lips, her forehead. Then I whispered in her ear all the shit I learned.
“It’s a shame I don’t teach at that school anymore. I would’ve fucked you right in the damn classroom, since your characters like getting bent over desks.”
“Nolan…” she warned, laughing.
“But just so you know, the day of Lena Publishing’s grand opening, I’m fucking you in every room, on every surface. Desk, wall, floor, conference table… every fucking inch of that office will know your moans. And then, Mrs. Hendrix, you and I are going to the chapel.”
“Oh my God! You really read my book? We cannot do everything Zaysh and Ayoka did!”
“Hell yeah we can. And we’re starting right now. So you better take this dick like the big girl you are. If you understood the assignment, say the magic words.”
My dick was already hard, brushing against her pussy.
“Yes, Professor Hendrix…” she whispered, voice thick with need.
“Good fucking girl,” I said, then slid into her warm, tight, and soaking wet pussy—right where my dick fucking belonged.
THE END
