Bully Read online Madison Faye (Winchester Academy #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Winchester Academy Series by Madison Faye
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
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Fuck. Me. Sideways.

I’m hard as fucking stone as she waltzes away, that tight ass swaying in her skirt. And knowing she’s bare underneath and knowing what that bare looks like has my balls aching as I groan and grip the side of the pool.

I don’t even make it back to my room. No one’s fucking home, Marta’s gone for the rest of the day, and I’ve got ten minutes before I have to get my ass to school. I groan as I slump into a pool lounger, shoving my shorts down and wrapping my hand around my thick, swollen cock.

Jesus Christ I’m harder than I can ever remember being. And ego aside, I’m aware that I’m packing some serious size between my legs, but right now, I’m possibly bigger that I’ve ever been before. I groan, stroking myself slowly, my abs tightening as my balls boil with cum. My head is so fucking swollen as my fist slides up and down, and I reach down with my other hand, cupping and stroking my heavy balls as I close my eyes and throw my head back.

Imagining her.

In my head, it’s Ramona jerking me off—rolling her hips and pushing her ass towards me, showing me that little pussy. I groan, gripping myself tighter as I imagine plunging into that tight, slick, pink pussy—my balls slapping her clit as my fingers dig into her hips. Maybe pulling that long dark hair into a fist as I plunge into her, and the sounds of her moans cascading through my ears.

The thing is, I’m ninety-nine percent sure Ramona’s a virgin. Fuck it, make it one-hundred-percent sure. I’ve poked around on social media. Hell, I went through her shit in her room the second day I was living here. But sure enough, she’s never even had a boyfriend. I mean, it doesn’t quite make sense on the outside, at all. She’s in the popular crowd. She’s on the varsity cheer squad. She’s fucking gorgeous, even if it is in this slightly nerdy way.

But she’s too uptight. That’s why she’s never found someone. She’s too busy, too focused, too stuck in her calendar of “to do’s” to have ever had time for a guy. Which means no one’s ever touched her. No one’s ever felt that sweet little pussy slide down their cock until that ass is resting on their balls.

But I will.

I groan at the thought, picturing Ramona slowly bouncing on my cock in this pool lounger, her hair wild and framing her face, her full, soft tits bouncing in my face, and that tight little cunt swallowing every thick inch of my cock over and over again as she cries out in pleasure.

And before I know it, I’ve lost all control. I grunt, and suddenly, I’m coming.

I growl as hot, thick cum splatters down across my abs, and I groan out her name as I just keep stroking and keep coming, until my balls are drained. I gasp for air as I sink into the chair, panting, the heat boiling inside of me.

Shit. I’m late for school.

You know, that place I’m going to walk around in all day knowing Ramona is there, too.

…Without any panties on under her skit.

And somehow, I’m going to have to figure out how to get through this day without either pouncing on her or jerking my cock until I’m sore.

9

Ramona

By the second class of the day, it’s getting fucking ridiculous.

The Winchester uniform skirts are a modest length, but believe me, I am very aware of the fact that I’m not wearing anything underneath it.

Very.

Every freaking breeze. Every step I take. Every time I sit and have to go out of my way to make sure I tuck my skirt underneath myself, or the way I feel a need to squeeze my thighs together. It’s more than a distraction, it’s all-consuming, and it’s driving me insane.

What doesn’t help is that I’m lingering on that kiss. Well, both of those kisses. The first was fast—searing hot and wild, but fast. Not to mention, it ended with me slapping the crap out of him. But that second one lasted longer. The second one after our epic dildo-fight lasted long enough for me to feel it over every single millimeter of my skin. In my core, my toes…

…Between my legs.

And thinking about Jamison Scott kissing me? Well, that doesn’t exactly turn me off, if you get me. And when you’re walking around all day in a skirt without any freaking panties on, that becomes a problem. Actually, after the second class of the day, it’s becoming so much of a problem that for the first time in my entire school career, I contemplate sneaking off campus and ditching to go home. I mean, it’s bad enough that I’m getting all… well, bothered in my current wardrobe predicament. But God forbid I bump into him while I’m all twisted up and panty-less thinking about kissing him.



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