Page 16 of Boys Who Taint (Spine Ridge University #5)

Ghost

My cock is settled between the pussy lips of a beautiful little creature … and now that I’ve finally felt what it’s like to claim her, I already know this one time will never be enough.

She clenches around my shaft as her orgasm overtakes her, and I lean over her body to plant kisses all over her back while I’m embedded deep inside her.

“That’s my good girl,” I whisper.

I want her to know there’s no escape.

No amount of running will ever get her far enough to stay out of my grasp.

My dick is insatiable, and it has been yearning, waiting for the chance to feel this velvety fucking pussy, and I will take my fucking time to enjoy this.

“God … so fucking perfect. And all mine .”

“I’m,” she murmurs. I thrust. “ Not …” I thrust again. She takes another breath. “Yours.”

My fingers splay across her belly as I impale her. “You will be once I’m done playing with you.”

“ Playing ?” Her voice alternates in tones as if she can’t believe it.

But this? This is just foreplay in our little fucking demon dance. And if I’m going to kill for her, she’d best put on a goddamn show for me.

“This body is mine to play with.” I run my fingers across her love handles and across her back, then all the way to her juicy ass, and I spank her so hard she mewls. “Mine to possess.”

I spank her with every thrust until my hand leaves an imprint and her yelps come out in short moans.

“God, this pussy is gonna make me come so fucking hard,” I murmur.

“What? Wai—”

THWACK!

Another spanking, and her thoughts are instantly replaced by a throbbing pussy. I bury myself inside her to the hilt and come so hard I have to look up at the lights to stop myself from seeing the fucking stars come alive.

Because fuck, a pussy this good could make any man want to fall.

I pull out and watch my cum drip out, so I bring my fingers to her slit and listen to her whimper as I push it all right back in.

“Keep my cum where it belongs, baby,” I whisper, leaning over to kiss the red mark I left on her ass. “I want you to remember this moment so you’ll know exactly when it was that you fell for a killer.”

“Fuck,” she mutters as I dip two fingers inside her to feel how much she’s throbbing for me yet again.

This pussy has been neglected for far too long.

It’s about time someone fixed that.

I lift her from the floor and carry her in my arms toward the lectern.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Having my way with you,” I respond, gazing up into her bright marine eyes that make me want to take a dive. “And to make sure you get the fucking message, I’ll make you listen to your wet fucking pussy too.”

With her face toward the chairs, I plant her down on the lectern, right on top of the fucking microphone.

“What?!” she yelps.

So I turn on the lectern and listen to her wetness through the mic as it reverberates through the entire hallway.

Her cheeks grow so red they begin to match her hair, making me grin.

Her wetness and my cum are spreading all over the microphone, seeping in like I slowly intend on seeping into her life until all that’s left is sheer and utter destruction.

“Don’t be shy. Let me hear you enjoy this,” I murmur as I tear down her pants and throw them away.

“No, this isn’t right—”

When she tries to get off, I grasp the rope that holds her arms in place and pull it all the way around the lectern, then tie both her legs together behind the lectern so she’s pincered.

“Do you think I care whether it’s right or wrong?”

I force her legs apart.

“You think consequences still matter when I have this delectable pussy right in front of me?”

I lean in to take a whiff, and my God, I could just about die from the thought of finally having a taste.

“You’re insane if you think I’m going to let anyone hear this,” she says.

I dip my tongue out and swipe it along her clit. She shivers in place, trying to conceal the excitement, but I can hear her wetness through the goddamn microphone.

“You think you can stay still while I do this?”

I flick my tongue around and look up to watch her squirm on the lectern. Every inch of her body fights me, but I’ll teach her there’s no winning from me and my fucked-up desires for her.

Every swipe of my tongue yields more goose bumps until her legs finally begin to quake under the pressure of my lips, and when I hear those wet sounds of that throbbing pussy through the microphone, my shaft begins to harden again.

This woman … God, this fucking woman will be my undoing.

“You taste so good, baby,” I whisper into her mound. “You think you can resist?”

“Fuck. You,” she hisses between ragged breaths.

“Always with the fuck you. Still haven’t had enough of my cock yet?” I quip, trying to get a rise out of her because the fire in her eyes when she tries to stab me with just a look is nothing short of perfection.

“You wish,” she grits.

“My only wish is your throbbing orgasm right here on my fucking tongue,” I murmur into her sweet, wet pussy. “There is no if , only a when. Because you will come for me again and again.”

She tries to push her legs together, so I grasp her knees and spread them apart even wider.

“Open wide, little slut, let me taste you properly.”

I stick my tongue inside where the microphone rests, and I can hear myself gorging on her wetness, taking delight in the fact that her pleasure is being announced over the fucking speakers so she won’t be able to deny that she’s turned on.

“Oh fuck,” she murmurs, twisting her arms as her nipples grow tauter.

I splay my hand against her belly as I eat her out, rolling my tongue around her most sensitive spot until she shivers under my touch.

“That’s it. Come for me and let me fucking hear it.”

Her body tightens even more, her legs trying to squeeze me to smithereens, but none of it matters because my tongue is right there where it should be—at the forefront of her fall…

Her fall into madness.

An uncontrollable wantonness for me and me alone.

And there is nothing, not even a knife to the back, that could ever keep me from licking her sweet little pussy.

She. Is. Mine.

“Come for me, slut. Do it now and maybe I’ll finally be satisfied.”

I flick her clit faster, faster, faster, until finally she squeals out loud and lets it all go.

Her moans fill the room, and her wetness sloshes around on the microphone, which I lap up right from the source.

And when I’m finally satiated, I lean up to look at her wasted face and the slow return of the rage that hides underneath. Rage at how much she fucking loved it.

Yes, little slut … that’s the face I’m looking for.

“You’ve had your fill now.”

“Really?” I pull up my balaclava again so my entire face is covered, and she can no longer see the dirty smirk on my face. “Or do you just want to believe that?”

“I held up my end of the deal. Now, it’s your turn,” she says through gritted teeth.

I push her legs farther apart and lean in over her entire body. My tongue dips out to lick the beads of sweat right off her nipple. “I lied.”

“What do you mean?” she gasps.

I glance up into her gorgeous eyes, those same eyes that want to curse me with just a single look. “I’m. Not. Satisfied.”

She sucks in a breath, the sight of her gorgeous body something to behold.

I push myself off the lectern and grab her knife, planting it right between her legs before I head back up the steps in the middle. “Good luck freeing yourself.”

“What?” she roars.

I open the door of which I have the only key. The key I stole from the janitor when he was too busy drinking on the job due to the party.

“You motherf—Let me out of here! You can’t just walk off and leave me here!”

So I turn around to watch her get all fired up right before the door closes in three … two…

“Watch me.”

One.

Grey

I press the stop button on the computer and lean back in the chair with my heart racing and my dick still hard as hell.

The image in front of me, her tied to the lectern, her wetness dripping all over the wood makes me weak to my fucking knees. The unhinged memory of Aspen Caruso forced to orgasm loudly will forever be ingrained in my mind.

“Thank you, lord,” I murmur, “for this fucking gift.”

I release myself and wipe the cum off my trousers before I zip back up again and chuck the tissue away.

With a smile on my face, I push a USB into the computer and download the file.

This video will be immortalized in my little collection.

An inch of filth between all of the perfection that is her.

But I’m sure there’s much, much more wherever that came from.

And I can’t fucking wait to see.

I pull the USB out when it’s done downloading, turn off the computer, and walk out the door. Then I take off my latex gloves, tucking them neatly into my pocket so no one will ever know I was here.

Except me.