“Rush,” she cried.“Please!”
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Please, let me come!”
When I knew she had dropped down from her orgasm, I placed my fingers back on her clit to build her up again.
“You know what you have to say to come.Don’t think for a second that I’m going to let you, just from you begging and pleading with me.”
She whined and grabbed my wrist.“Rush, please …”
I clenched my jaw and continued despite her attempts for me to stop.
“I’m pregnant, and you’re not the?—”
Just as she was about to come again, I pulled my hand away.
“No,” she cried, attempting to yank my hand back.“Please.Please.Please.Please!”
For a second time, she dropped down from her orgasm, and I replaced my fingers.
Her legs were trembling, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy and desperate.“Please …”
“The truth,” I growled.“Give me the?—”
“I-I’m not pregnant!”she cried, bucking her hips back and forth.“Please, let me come!”
My lips curled into a smirk, and my dick hardened even more.I moved my fingers away from her clit and unbuckled my belt.“Good, but by the time I bring you back to school, we’ll make sure that you are.”
CHAPTERFORTY-NINE
ASTRID
One moment,Rush was teasing and taunting me with his fingers.The next, his belt was unbuckled, and he was pressing his head against my entrance.I whimpered and spread my pussy lips apart, giving him better access.
“Please …” I whispered.“Please, give it …”
Rush shoved his fat cock inside me, and I cried out in pleasure.My fingernails dug into his taut shoulders, and I tugged on his sweatshirt, desperately being filled with all of him.He thrust deeper and deeper and deeper inside me until his balls were pressed against my hole.
“Oh my God!”I cried, setting the tops of my feet against his thighs to bounce.
I moved up and down on his dick, my tits in his face.
I hadn’t wanted to tell Rush.I didn’t want to tell anyone at all.Diya wanted me to keep it a secret, and the more people who knew that I wasn’t really pregnant, the more people would put two and two together and realize that it was Diya.
But how could I resist the man who had been teasing me for weeks now?
Rush grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged back on it, burying his face into the crook of my neck.He ran his mouth across my skin, his slight stubble tickling me.Heat coursed through my body.
I bounced up and down on his cock, meeting his thrusts.My head lolled back so I stared at the ceiling of his car.Up and down.Empty and full.Over and over.I curled my toes, the pressure building up higher inside me.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he growled.
“Tightest pussy you’ve ever had, isn’t it?”I asked.
I didn’t know what had come over me, but somehow, somewhere, I had gathered this confidence.Rush had probably been inside of many women before, but I wanted to be the best one.
“Only pussy I’ve ever had,” he grunted.
