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Brittany's Short Story

8/21/2014

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As her teacher rambled on about God knows what, Molly doodle in her notebook. All over the once clean sheet of paper were little hearts filled with phrases like “Molly and Luke 4ever” and “Mrs. Luke Taylor.”

            She knew it was such a childish thing to do; she’s only ever met him in person once. But she couldn’t help but find herself daydreaming about him, wishing that he was hers. She silently scolded herself. What was wrong with her? She was a junior in college and had her whole life ahead of her. She should be paying attention to her teacher, not the subject of her fantasies.

            Molly bit her lip as she tried to hide a groan. Her thoughts went back to all the images of him she’d seen. He was a fitness model and could be found on the covers of many Indie romance novels. She sighed as she pictured his brown eyes, so brown they were almost black. His spiky, dark brown hair that was always styled just right. Her mind’s eye wandered down lower, to the smirk that always graced his face. His large shoulders, his bulky arms. They weren’t that bulky though, they were just right. She forced herself not to smile as she thought about his six-pack abs that glistened when wet…

            Molly shook her head, ridding herself of the daydream. But it was no use. She quickly found herself pulled back in by her latest fantasy starring Luke Taylor…

            Molly sighed at the feel of his rough, calloused hands sliding up and down her torso. She was lying naked on her bed, panting with need.

            “Luke,” she breathed, her voice raspy.

            “Mmm, yes, Molly?”

            She shivered as his deep voice covered her like a blanket. “I need…” she trailed off, too embarrassed to say what she wanted.

            “You need what?”

            Molly moaned. He wasn’t going to make her say it.

            “I need you.” Her voice came out like a whine.

            Molly trembled at the wet feel of Luke’s tongue circling her earlobe. “Not good enough,” he whispered in her ear, gently biting down.

            She groaned again, too shy to say the words. So instead, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her sex, gently pushing his fingers inside her wet and dripping pussy.

            Luke’s deep chucked resonated as he trailed his lips down her neck. “Such a greedy girl. You want more?” he asked, pumping his fingers in and out of her.

            “Please,” Molly begged, her hips bucking as she tried to feel more of him.

            “Well,” he paused, laughing at Molly’s groan of protest as he removed his fingers. “You’re going to have to say it. Tell me, Molly. Tell me what you want.”

            “I… I…” Molly stuttered, her face turning red. “I want you to make me come.”

            “And how do you suppose I do that?” he asked, his hands moving up her body to cup her full breasts.

            “Fu… fuck me, Luke.”

            A smirk appeared on Luke’s face. “I believe I can do that.”

            Luke had one hand rolling and pinching her nipple, while the other palmed his cock, lining it up at her entrance.

            “Say please, Molly,” Luke commanded.

            “Please!” Molly shouted, her face tense with desire.

            Luke’s lips collided with hers, stifling her moan of pleasure as he thrust himself roughly inside her. “Fuck,” he seethed, going still so Molly could adjust to his size. “Fuck, Molly. You’re so damn tight.”

            Molly bit her lip, stifling her protest of frustration. She wanted him to move, needed him to move.

            “Oh, someone needs more. Is that right, Molly?” Luke asked.

            “Yes,” she breathed, trying to move her hips.

            She whined as he moved to pull out of her, but gasped as he plunged right back in. “Oh, Luke! Oh, God,” she cried, her face scrunching in pleasure.

            Luke grabbed Molly’s hands, which were starting to travel up his arms. He locked her wrists in one of his hands, bringing them above her head. His thrusts started to get faster and harder, causing Molly to pant with need. She was getting close, she could feel the familiar ache start low in her belly.

            “You like this, don’t you? You like being fucked?”

            “Yes, oh God, yes. Luke, don’t stop,” Molly cried, the ache growing and growing inside her.

            “You want to come, sexy girl? You want me to make you explode?”

            “Please,” she begged, her head falling to the side, her hips bucking to meet his every thrust.

            “I can help you with that,” he said, leaning over to take a taut, pink nipple in his mouth.

            Molly grunted, the extra stimulus taking her almost to the edge. “Luke, I’m so close. So close.”

            Luke let go of her hands, bringing his down to her clit. He pressed the sensitive button, rolling it in circles.

            Molly screamed as her climax roared over her. Luke groaned, his thrusts becoming even faster, even harder. “Fuck, Molly. You’re so damn tight. You’re so tight for me.”

            Three more pounding thrusts and Luke stilled, his face relaxing as he released himself inside Molly. His sweat covered body fell on top of hers, making Molly chuckle. She enjoyed Luke, enjoyed making him feel like he made her feel.

 

            Molly was jolted back to the present as she noticed that the classroom was silent and everyone was staring at her. Her face burned bright red as she noticed that the familiar sensations of an orgasm were fading from her body. Oh, shit. She just climaxed in front of her whole class. And it was all thanks to Luke Taylor.

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