Courts and Cabals by G.S. D'Moore (best e reader for academics txt) 📕

this was. For most of my week, I was a human surrounded by fucking superheroes. Even my friends, gods bless them, were an order of magnitude stronger, faster, and just plain better than I was. They meant well, but each of them was capable of extraordinary things. There was something pure and just plain awesome about having a human girl in my arms who desperately wanted to bone me.

She closed the bathroom door behind us and locked us in, then she turned around and shoved me. I stumbled backward until I landed on the porcelain throne. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered.

I had a brief moment where I remembered all the TV shows where a girl told a guy to get naked in a bathroom, and then stole their clothes to embarrass them. One look at Chloe, and I knew that wasn’t the case. There was a hunger in her eyes that matched my own. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and undid my belt to pull off my pants. My dick smacked audibly against my abs as it freed itself from the confines of my boxers. I saw a glint of appreciation in her eyes . . . and then she started to move.

I’d been to a strip club before. Jerome had received an order through his clan for a place down in Albany. He brought me along for the ride. Brad opted out because he had no desire to see half-naked women dance around, and Makaylah found it all degrading. I, on the other hand, was willing to help put the struggling paralegal or nurse through college. We’d spent about an hour in the place and watched several dancers strut their stuff. It was a respectable club, so it wasn’t cracked-out ugos working the day shift.

All those strippers sucked in comparison to Chloe. There was a sexual fluidity to her movement that made my dick want to grow a few extra inches. She gyrated, spun, and lost more and more clothing as she got closer to me. Her bra came off and landed perfectly balanced on my tip. I spared a glance for the one-in-a-million shot before I focused on her tits. They were A-cups, not double D’s, but they fit her streamlined body, and the way she caressed them with her hands, and pinched her own erect nipples was hot as hell.

Finally, she was in front of me in nothing put panties. She sank down, swishing her ass back and forth, spun, and shook her ass in my face. I couldn’t help myself, and I grabbed a handful of it. She liked that, so I smacked it.

“Yes,” her voice was breathless.

I proceeded to pull down her panties and trailed kisses along her legs before finally reaching her ass. It was toned, firm, and had my dick full of every ounce of blood it could hold. When I paused, she spun around to face me, and met my eyes. Slowly, so slowly, she started to lower herself down on my pole.

“How are you so tight?” I groaned as it took some effort to get my tip in.

Once I finally achieved penetration, she continued to slowly lower herself onto me. Her gasps told me it was as good for her as it was for me, until I was fully inside her. We both sat there breathless for a moment, because I had no idea how she was going to get me out of her. She showed me as she slowly eased upward.

“Gods!” it continued like that. Slowly, teasingly, she worked me in and out of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me like a boa constrictor and used her core to continue fucking me. I didn’t even know that was possible, but it was awesome.

It was much more intimate than any other sex I’d ever had. At St. Vincent’s, you had to keep the doors open at all times, so you were always worried about faculty or a hall monitor walking by at the wrong moment. I’d heard more than one horror story of a teacher seeing a student’s o-face. That was scarring for everyone involved. While Joe’s bathroom wasn’t romantic, it was certainly more private.

I groaned as she worked some grinding into her routine, and rested my head back as I gripped her ass tightly. I closed my eyes and savored the experience that was a billion times better than the pizza I’d just eaten. Even better, I wasn’t even close to cumming. I felt like I could do this for hours. I grinned as I opened my eyes to look into Chloe’s.

What I saw was the woman, still grinding on my cock, with a ball of water floating over her open hand.

“How did you . . .?” I wondered, missing the threat, until she shoved the ball of water down my throat.

It just sat there, suspended in my mouth and throat, blocking my airway. I panicked. I tried to buck her off me, but that only made her scream in delight. She had me wrapped up tight, so the move only put me balls deep in her. I struggled like that for several seconds, and I’m pretty sure she came as I tried to force her off me.

What a second ago had been one of the sexiest moments of my life was now a deathly embrace. I tried to get up and smash her into the wall or ground, but her skinny body was suddenly more than I could handle. I tried to call for help, but if Joe was even listening, he was hearing a consensual fucking; not cold-blooded murder.

“Shhh,” Chloe hushed, still grinding in a circular motion against my pubic bone.

I might be drowning, but my cock was still hard, and she was taking full advantage of that. That was next-level sick.

“Shhh,” she repeated, stroking my hair as my vision started