Page 44 of Monster Made
“Hey! Quill! Where are we going? Wait, that’s the staff bathroom—hold on!”
Ignoring her protests, I yank her toward the private bathroom down the hall. I lock the door behind us, my cock so stiff it feels like it might just burst.
“Also, I have forty-two dollars left,” babbles Piper, her nerves apparently manifesting themselves in a talking marathon. “They’re in my bag, I’ll give them back to you. I would obviously have eaten something healthy, but I felt weird spending more than that. So that’s why I—oh. Wow.”
I’ve just unzipped my fly, and my cock is out, already wet with precum.
“You have three seconds to tell me where to put it,” I rumble. “Your pussy, your ass—your mouth.”
“Now hold on just a minute,” says Piper, apparently set on annoying me. “Haven’t you ever heard about foreplay? And we’re in the middle of the school day! I don’t think this is very serious, Quill. I need to memorize those dates, and—”
“Uh huh. Mouth it is. On your knees.”
For someone so determined to protest, she’s very quick to obey. But she does say nervously, “You know, Quill, I didn’t have time to look up blow jobs in the, uhm, encyclopedia, and, well… I’ve never given one before…”
“I should hope not,” I growl, directing my cock toward her mouth. “Open up, cricket.”
She obeys, her face flaming as red as ever. In fact, I’m starting to wonder if this is going to become her usual state. I wouldn’t mind that at all. There’s something very enjoyable about the way her face gets all splotchy, and knowing that I’m the cause of it.
I let her get used to the taste and girth of my dick, groaning as she swirls her tongue uncertainly around the tip and down the shaft. But I can’t handle the maddeningly light touch for long. I grab her by the hair, tilting her head back, then shove my cock into her mouth, so suddenly and so viciously that she starts to gag.
Again I wait, not pulling out but not moving as she continues to wheeze and gag, tears streaking down her face as she tries to catch her breath.
“You okay, cricket?” I murmur, rubbing away the tears and relaxing my hold in her hair.
“I’m… mmmpphhhkay,” she mumbles, the words coming out muffled around my cock.
At once, I pull her hair again until it’s taut, and clasp my otherhand around her neck. She barely has time to get used to those two sensations before I start driving my cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. Soon she’s back to wheezing and gagging but I can’t help pounding into her, my hand squeezing her neck lightly, her tears as they wind down her face making me harder than ever.
“Oh, fuck me, cricket, fuck…”
My balls tighten and then I’m filling her mouth with my orgasm and watching her swallow every last drop.
Fuck, it’s so hot.
Then I sit down beside her and drag her onto my lap. She feels so fucking good in my arms. So fucking perfect.
I squeeze her to me, burying my nose in her curly hair, thanking whatever weird, fucked-up twist of fate brought her to me.
After a while, she breathes, “Uh, Quill?”
“Mhm hmm.”
“Shouldn’t we be getting back to class?”
“Never,” I rumble.
And I mean it. Right now, all I want is to keep her in my arms, forever.
“I need to learn that long list of dates, though…” she protests.
“You can learn them tonight, while you’re bouncing on my cock.”
“Quill!”
She hides her face in my chest, and I don’t have to look to know her face is a pattern of bright red splotches.
“If I don’t go back now, everyone will think I’m pooping,” she grumbles.
