The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(86)

In one motion he picked me up and sat me on his desk. Then he kissed my neck, leading down to my pert little nipples. He spent some time kissing and sucking on each one. The sensation made my chest feel flush with excitement. I kissed him along his neck and dug my hands into his hair.

He rolled me over on the desk, forcing my butt to the sky. I wanted him to see me, all of me. With my chest not resting on the top of his cold desk, he began rubbing his hands along my back, massaging my tense muscles with his powerful hands.

Then he leaned over me and kissed my neck from behind. I could feel his throbbing member rubbing along my dripping wet sex and bucked my hips to stop him from teasing me.

He grabbed my hips and held me down to the desk. Then, I could feel him start to slide inside me. His manhood stretched me in just the right ways, and the sensation of being filled was causing me to explode.

I could already feel another orgasm starting to build up in the pit of my stomach. I enjoyed every motion as he slid inside and out, forcing my hips into the desk harder each time.

I moaned but held my mouth shut. I didn’t want to be too loud, not here.

He shuddered with excitement. My spindly legs had become exceptionally weak from all the motion and buckled out below me. He held my hips in place as he continued to work himself inside.

Every muscle in my body tensed up instantly as the orgasm took hold. I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise. Then all my muscles went limp. I didn’t think I could move anymore.

He kept pumping, and I hungrily accepted it. Then I felt him swell up inside and fill me up with his steaming liquid. I shuddered uncontrollably.

When he pulled out, it took a lot of effort to stay on the desk. He held me tightly while leaning over the desk. I don’t remember falling asleep.



7.

I wanted to see him more, but it wasn’t meant to be.

I received a note two days later in the mail, along with an old key that looked weather-beaten and used.

The note read as follows.

“Dear Sandy,

“I can’t stay in the school anymore. You’re an amazing person, and I want to do nothing more than wake up next to you when I’m nearby, but it isn’t right.

“You need to meet someone closer to your own age; someone who’s in the same stage of life and ready to tackle tomorrow. I’ve done a lot of living, and you need to find your own path to travel, not be forced to follow me down mine.

“I’m leaving you my car. It showed me my path, and hopefully it will help you travel down yours. Perhaps our paths will cross again, someday.

“Don’t forget, there will always be people that love you, for you. You don’t need to be someone else; you just needed the confidence to be yourself.

“Your friend forever, Jeff.”

I wanted to be angry at him for leaving, but I knew he only wanted what was best for me.

I took the key out to the parking lot where he’d left it. It sat there like an old man, waiting to be woken up. The car was a little popular. A couple of guys had gathered around the car. One of the members of the group was peering into the driver’s seat, wide-eyed and curious.

I approached, key in hand.

“Whoa, is this your car,” he asked, amused.

I nodded.

“This is a gorgeous ride, a little rough around the edges, but it’ll take you anywhere as long as you have a full tank of gas.”

I looked at him, somewhat quizzically. He was tall and lanky, not very muscular at all. He had a backpack on that looked stuff full of books and papers. His angular chin and high cheekbones gave him a regal stature.

“What’s your name,” I asked.

“Nathan,” he replied, offering a hand.

I shook his hand and flashed the key again.

“Wanna go for a ride,” I asked.

His face beamed with excitement, and he ran around to the passenger side. I slid into the driver’s seat, running my hands along the grooves in the steering wheel.

With a flick of the key, the monster roared to life.

“Where are we going,” he asked.

I smiled.

“For a ride,” I replied, dropping the car into gear. The tires squealed, and the car shot down the road. I felt free.

*****

THE END





Hard Play – A College Football Romance


“It’s just a degree; don’t worry about it, you’ll find something good.”

Tiffany wasn’t the best at being uplifting. In fact, she was usually quite the opposite.

“Besides, you have Brad to keep you going anyway. When is that guy going to pop the question? You’ve been dating him since you got here; I would think almost four years would be enough time.”

She was making a little sense on that second point, but I wasn’t interested in getting married until after graduation. It worked in my favor anyway, since Brad hadn’t even proposed at all.

“Tiff, I know it’s just a piece of paper, and most places aren’t going to care what it says on it, but I’d like to know what I should aim for at least.”

I sipped on the hot coffee I’d just purchased, wishing it were something a little more alcoholic. Sadly, it was hard to find good parties this late in the year. Too many students were spending their time studying just to make the grade.

“Well, why don’t you just go to a graduate school, be a nurse or something. You’ve always been interested in helping people, right?”