Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
He licks his lips as he shifts his weight, the tiny wooden chair creaking in protest as he continues to stare at my ever-so-slightly revealed butt.
As he leans forward over his desk, I sigh. “Mr. Boone?”
“I just tell it like it is, Professor Babygirl.”
I fight the urge to smirk. No wonder he didn’t like school, I bet he was the naughty boy in every classroom, making wise cracks to get the other kids to laugh.
“Mr. Boone, that’s not an acceptable answer,” I tell him, trying to sound strict.
“Can I ask a question?”
“Yes.” I wait for just a fraction of a second. “If you raise your hand first.”
“Oh, you want me to raise my hand?”
“Is that your question?”
“My question is, how far do you think you can run before I catch you, little girl?”
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to keep myself from making any involuntary noises. It’s my turn to be in charge for once, and he just has to keep trying his luck, doesn’t he?
“Mr. Boone, please stand.”
He smirks, and I swear that mouth has some mystical connection to my pussy, which starts lubricating in expectation. Damn it.
“I said stand up. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
He finally does as he’s told, still smirking, and without asking he starts toward me at the front of the room. Before I know it, I’m trapped between his arms, his hands planted firmly against the chalk board on either side of my head.
“I thought I was going to be in charge?” I ask.
“Change of plan, little girl. Biology lesson.”
“That’s not—”
His hand tangles into my hair, yanking my head back with a delicious sting. “Down on your knees. Now.”
All I can do is nod as I sink down. His hand doesn’t leave my hair, in fact it grips tighter as I kneel, controlling every movement.
“Hand between those legs. I bet you’re good and wet for me already, aren’t you, teach? Ready for Daddy’s big cock.” He watches as I put my hand between my legs, finding myself soaked. “Go ahead, start playing with that tight little girl cunt, that pretty swollen clit.”
He unzips with his free hand as I follow his instructions, and without a word my face is shoved against his dick. I open without question, letting him slide inside my mouth as I masturbate.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck…” He starts to moan as I suck him off, my head dragged back and forth by the hair, the pinprick stings mixing with the throbbing heat of my pussy as I play with myself, surrounded by my toys, by my games, and by my studies.
“Have you made a decision yet, Marley?” he asks as he fucks my face. I nod my head. “Use your words.”
“I’m meant to be out there, telling stories,” I say, though with my mouth full of cock it comes out about as understandable as you’d imagine.
“Good girl,” he praises, the hair pulling turning gentle for a moment, and I feel my body clench. “A decision just for you, made by you. I’m proud of you, baby.”
I smile around his dick, mumbling a thank you that has drool spilling from my mouth.
In some ways, I loved my academic work. Maybe one day I’ll go back to it. But right now, I want to follow my heart, and that’s leading me into the field. I’m not under any illusions that investigative journalism is going to be easy. There will be difficult days and heartache ahead, but we’ll get through it together.
Dr. Brooks introduced me to so many amazing people, people who’ve encouraged me to follow my own path, and they’ve given me resources and contacts that would have taken a decade to build on my own.
I’m lucky. I know that. And I’m living my best life.
“Suck harder,” Cade says, and I do. At the same time, I start moving my hand faster between my legs, rocking my hips as the end draws near.
When I crash over the edge into an orgasm, Cade spurts right down my throat. What I can’t catch in my mouth drips into my palm, and I rub it into my pussy as I continue to suck, taking everything he’s got to give. I came off the pill 6 months ago, and I haven’t looked back, and we’ve done enough fucking to put a whole orchestra of babies inside me, but who knows, the cum I’m rubbing into my pussy right now might be the thing that tips the balance.
Because I’m no longer afraid to follow my heart or fight for what I want.
With Daddy by my side, how can I lose?
Thirteen
Marley
Epilogue ~ Two Year Later
"This is insane," I say, checking my equipment for the third time. "This is absolutely insane."
"This is Tuesday," Cade replies calmly, adjusting my harness with the practiced efficiency of someone who's been keeping me alive in ridiculous situations for two years. "You wanted to interview extreme athletes. This is what extreme athletes do."