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The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(103)

By:Ada Scott


The line went dead again and I looked at my phone even more incredulously than last time. Here? Really?

When I signed that contract in Robbie Johnson’s office, I never could have dreamed of the kind of things that would change for me. It would have taken a pretty optimistic girl to see husband material in Austin, but it had happened.

One thing that hadn’t changed was that all he had to do was take off his shirt or say something like that to put me in heat. I loved him, I admired him… and I wanted him. So much.

But here? What if the grad student running the tutorial came early to set something up? What if one of my classmates had the same idea I did?

On the other hand… I remembered the sex-fest from the day I moved into his house. Fifteen orgasms in one day was a pretty persuasive memory.

I looked around the room conspiratorially, then reached under the desk and up my skirt. With a little shuffle and a few tugs on each side, my panties slipped down around my ankles. I quickly gathered them and put them into my bag.

The hall outside the room was relatively deserted. It typically got pretty busy between lecture blocks, and then died down quickly.

I could hear footsteps out there, and my heart started pounding every time I heard them approach the door, only to be disappointed every time they walked on past. Anticipation tingled in my fingers and toes, and I wiggled them unconsciously in response.

The cool air wafted against my sex, and I blushed when the thought of staying like this during my tutorial crossed my mind. The desks were arranged in a U-shape facing the front of the room, so the people opposite might see me. Oh my gosh, I felt naughty already.

There. I heard a set of footsteps that could certainly have been described as purposeful, if ever any footsteps could. They alternatively rushed and paused, presumably looking at room numbers, getting louder as they approached.

An impish smile raised the corners of my mouth when the door opened and Austin’s head peeked in. He spotted me and his eyes narrowed with raw sexual hunger. He entered the room, locked the door and pulled a blind down over the window in the door.

I came to my feet as Austin circled around the desks. I didn’t have time to push my chair back in before he swatted it to the side. He grasped my head with both hands, fingers buried in my hair, and pulled me into a deep kiss.

Straining up on the tips of my toes, his momentum pushed me backwards until my back hit the wall with a thump that temporarily separated our lips and forced a little ‘oof’ of air out of me. Any breathing space was short-lived though, as Austin’s mouth found mine again and locked me into another passionate kiss.

Austin bent at the knee and pushed one between mine, spreading my legs a little as he pressed against the full length of my body. My breasts were squashed against him and one another under the pressure, tantalizing my nipples against the inside of my bra and creating deep cleavage. My husband pulled his head back to admire it for a second.

“Let’s see how well you followed instructions,” he said.

One hand curled around my back, holding me in place while the other ran down my neck, over my breast, and down my body before reaching up my skirt. I spread my legs a few inches further and looked up at him without breaking eye-contact.

“I’m a good wife,” I said.

His hand found my pussy and I sighed with contentment as one finger stroked my labia. It was intoxicating how such a big powerful man could be so light and precise with his movements, especially when all that skill was focused between my legs.

“That you are, Sky, and the sexiest little thing in this fucked up world. You’ve got something that I want, and you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”

His finger delicately stroked my clit and I yelped at the jolt of pleasure. As always, his very presence was like a drug for me.

“All yours,” I whispered.

“Fuck yeah.”

Austin pulled away, bringing me back to the desk by his grip on my neck. I hurried to keep up, his every movement speaking of an urgent need that only I could satisfy.

He bent me over the desk. “Hold on tight,” he said.

I did as I was told and curled my fingers around the opposite edge of the desk as he knelt behind me. His hands ran up the inside of my legs and I heard him ‘Mmmmm’ in appreciation with enough emphasis to make the smile on my face even bigger.

“For. Fucking. Ever,” he said under his breath.

As I looked over my shoulder, I saw my skirt flipped up over my lower back, and I could just see the top of Austin’s hair from my vantage point. He shook his head and sighed.

“Fucking perfect pussy.”

I wiggled my ass a little in response and Austin leaned forward, kissing and licking my inner thigh right where it met my body next to my pussy. His rough stubble teased me on either side of my labia, as his lips and tongue made unspoken promises of pleasure.